A/N: Sorry it's been so long! I should be back to more regular updating again :) Thanks for sticking with me! Let me know what you think.

The unpleasant screaming of Emily's alarm clock woke JJ early the next morning. Her eyes flickered open as she realized her hand was laid across Emily's arm. She jerked it back quickly, hoping Emily hadn't noticed. She tried to sit up, but her head was spinning.

She laid back down and was hit with a huge wave of nausea.

"No horizontal," she groaned, getting up quickly and running to the bathroom.

The commotion woke Emily.

"You okay in there, Miss Alcohol-Never-Makes-Me-Sick?" Emily called.

JJ's silence warned her she was in trouble for that joke and she headed to the kitchen to make coffee. JJ soon joined her, looking flushed and feeling awful. She gratefully accepted the coffee Emily handed her.

"Ugh, we've got to get to work soon," JJ groaned.

"Go ahead and take a shower. Do you want me to make you some breakfast?" Emily offered.

"You're spoiling me, Prentiss," JJ grinned.

"Pancakes or eggs and bacon?" Emily asked.

"Mmm, bacon," JJ decided, heading off to the bathroom.

JJ felt really hot, so she took a quick, cool shower. She wrapped a towel around herself and headed for Emily's closet to find something to wear to work. She could smell the bacon cooking and realized she was starving. She grabbed a gray pantsuit and red tank top and got dressed. Emily came in and laughed when she saw her too-big clothes on Jennifer's small frame. JJ blushed.

"I'm gonna shower now," Emily told her. "Your breakfast is on the table."

"Thanks, Em."

JJ hurried for the food that smelled delicious. She shoveled scrambled eggs into her mouth and suddenly stopped. She looked down at the greasy bacon and fluffy eggs on her plate. The sight and smell of the food was repulsive. She took a deep breath and went to the bedroom to fix her hair, leaving her breakfast behind. A little while later, Emily came up behind her.

"Was something wrong with your breakfast?" Emily asked, concerned.

"I must have drank more than I thought," JJ said sheepishly.

"Well, Derek will eat it, then," Emily laughed, shaking her head.

She crunched her still wet hair with some gel and tossed back some aspirin, offering some to JJ for their hangover headaches. The two women refilled their travel coffee mugs and headed for work. Emily was met halfway across the bullpen by her partner, who had instantly smelled the food she'd brought for him. JJ excused herself to her office. She needed a minute alone to clear her spinning head.

JJ was jolted by her ringing phone. She grabbed it without thinking.

"Jareau," she said quickly.

"JJ, where the hell have you been? I've been tryin' to get ahold of you since last night and you just didn't come home! What the hell is this about?"

Will. JJ pulled her cell phone out of her bag and saw that it was dead. She groaned, knowing she should have gone home last night and dealt with her angry boyfriend instead of staying with Emily.

"JJ!" Will nearly shouted into the phone.

"I'm sorry, Will," she said quickly. "I stayed at Emily's and my phone died. I just didn't want to deal with a fight last night."

The tears in JJ's voice surprised them both. Will sighed.

"Alright, well, what time do you think you'll be home tonight?"

"I-we have a case," JJ stumbled over the words. "I've got to go. You should go back to New Orleans."

"You can't be serious," Will snapped. "Where are you going and for how long?"

"Vegas," she answered. "And you know I can't be sure how long."

A few moments of silence passed and JJ was beginning to think she'd been hung up on.

"Call me when you get back," Will finally said. "We need to talk."

JJ dropped the phone down and took a deep breath to pull herself together. She walked out of her office and called everyone to the conference room. It was time to brief them on the case. She waited for the team to get settled in the conference room before telling them what was going to happen.

"Okay, guys, this isn't really a case, but we are going to Vegas," JJ started.

"You're going to drink and play?" Garcia laughed.

"Not exactly. And Garcia, you're coming with us. Hotch and I got kind of a strange request from a mental institution there. They asked for psychological profiles for the adolescents that are turning eighteen this year as sort of a preventative measure," JJ explained.

"I've decided while this isn't exactly a vacation, we could use some time as a team to regroup," Hotch added. "We'll be evaluating these kids and that won't be easy to do, but we'll also have the evenings to have some fun."

"Sounds good to me," Rossi laughed.

The others nodded in agreement. Evaluating kids was never easy, but they were all grateful to be dealing with live teenagers and no serial killers for a change.

"Wheels up in two hours. Get some coffee, something to eat, go home and actually pack," Hotch told them.