A/N: Hi gang! Hope everyone's having a good day. Many of my reviewers seemed to enjoy seeing Hotch and JJ's competitive natures in "Game Day", so I decided to play with JJ's competitiveness a little more. Hope you enjoy!


365: Day 8

Characters: Jennifer Jareau, Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner

Rated: K+


Practice Makes Perfect

Spencer Reid had spent more time in the shooting gallery since the Ian Doyle incident. He'd gotten better, too. He wasn't going to break any records by any stretch of the imagination, but he was no slouch anymore either. He was more confident in his abilities, but still nervous at the thought of having to re-qualify every year to be allowed to carry his weapon. He wasn't the only one. Every agent in the Bureau had to re-qualify every year. Today he was surprised to see Jennifer Jareau already blasting away at the paper targets. He waited for her to empty her clip before approaching.

"Hey JJ."

"Hey Spence. Getting ready for qualifications?"

"Yeah. I could use some more practice," he shrugged. "What are you doing here? You certainly don't need the practice."

"I like to stay sharp."

"You already hold the women's record for accuracy, JJ. Everyone knows you're one of the best shots in the Bureau," he said as shots from the other end of the gallery rang out as many other agents were making their own preparations for their yearly firearms qualifications.

"I'm proud of that fact, but I want the overall record. I've gotten close a few times."

His eyes went wide. "You want Hotch's record?"

"Yes."

"That's a pretty hefty goal, JJ." He looked intimidated. She, on the other hand, looked determined. She hit the switch to bring her target back to her. She took it down and studied it, calculating the points from her shots.

"Damn," she sighed.

"Geez, JJ. That's impressive."

"It's close, but not quite."

The shots from the other end of the gallery ended and the agent stepped out from the cubicle. He carried his target with him as he made his way towards them.

"Hey Hotch," Reid squeaked, hoping he hadn't heard their conversation.

"Hey. You guys ready for tomorrow?"

"Of course," JJ answered as Reid nodded nervously.

"Good. We have a briefing in 30 minutes."

"We'll be there."

He started to leave when JJ got his attention.

"Hey Hotch, let me see it." She held her hand out and he gave her his target. She and Reid both stared at it in disbelief.

"How many shots did you fire?"

"I emptied the clip." And yet there was only one hole in the target. Every shot precise. Dead center.

"Practice makes perfect. See you upstairs."

As he left, JJ hung a fresh target and moved it into position. "Practice makes perfect," she uttered, securing the clip in her glock and taking aim. Reid wisely moved away.


01/08/2013