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Chapter 11 – By Your Side

"It's so beautiful," Garcia gasped examining the bracelet on JJ's hand. This was one thing she just couldn't keep to herself so she immediately went to the tech. "And it's based on the Phantom of the Opera," Garcia continued. "The actress in me is positively neon green with envy."

"What? Never found a single rose in your dressing room?" JJ teased.

"Nope," Garcia pouted. On the inside, Penelope was mightily impressed with Rossi's choice. That Italian stallion really knew how to up the ante. Still she couldn't help but wonder if he really thought of himself as the phantom, somehow unfit to come out openly about his love. He definitely wasn't ugly or disfigured, this wasn't an age thing was it? She had to restrain from rolling her eyes, she'd speak to him later.

JJ broke her reverie when she jumped, she'd gotten another text message. Enjoying my present?

Garcia smirked and snapped her fingers with her hand outstretched, "Let me." JJ looked at her warily. "I won't screw things up I promise, I know who this is remember?" Still hesitantly, JJ laid the phone in her hand. Garcia pondered a suitable response, Ah the phantom speaks! It is your daroga checking in.

Dave was confused for a moment until he remembered where they were and who JJ must have gone to, My dear Persian, is that you? Where is Christine?

Indeed it is I, Christine sits with me.

Is there something wrong daroga? Is she lodging a complaint?

No she sings your praises but I am curious about the song

What about it?

The rose is Christine I presume, a fair choice. But why is the mask you?

Where was Garcia going with this? I am a phantom, I must remain in the shadows literally and figuratively

Out of purpose or intent?

Ah, now he understood. Both I should think

Penelope pursed her lips and shook her head, I cannot argue with the purpose but all purposes do not endure. Therefore I urge you to reconsider your intent, Christine cannot be kept in the dark, especially so needlessly. Your face will not frighten her.

Dave weighed each world carefully, It frightens me

You fear yourself? That makes little sense to me but then again when a man adopts such romantic methods to entice a young girl's affections…

The man must be either a villain, or the girl a fool, is that it?

Well we know Christine is no fool

And I am no villain as you well know

Then when called upon, I expect you to prove that you are as I know to be. Otherwise, you will learn what true villainy is at my hands.

Warning heeded daroga.

Good, here speak to your Christine. Garcia gave the phone back to JJ who was quite literally vibrating with tension. Throughout the entire conversation, she kept wondering what Garcia and Tony were talking about and why did Penelope shake her head and make a face that one time? The minute she got it back, she wrote, What was that all about?

Dave could only imagine JJ's confusion, Nothing to worry about my dear, just some things needed clearing up. Will you be sharing a drink with me again this weekend?

Not this time, Henry is with me and I'm going to need all my wits to keep up with him.

Perfect timing for another surprise, That's alright, I've got to go get some work done. You have fun with the little man.

Thanks. JJ replied then scrolled back through the conversation Tony had had with Garcia. It was vague but it seemed as though Garcia was trying to convince her texter not to stay hidden for too long. The 'purpose or intent' part intrigued her, did Tony really feel like he had to hide from her? He feared his face…or was it her possible rejection of his face? Garcia was right, that didn't make sense. One thing was for certain though, Garcia and Tony definitely knew each. Contrary to popular belief, Garcia didn't just go around threatening everyone, they had to be close. That could only mean one thing, Tony, her texter, was on the team! But that couldn't be right, she'd already eliminated Reid and Derek, leaving her with Hotch and Rossi and frankly the idea of either of them playing this game seemed ludicrous. Then again… technically she hadn't spoken to either of them directly over the phone in months and they'd be more understanding about her situation with Will and work than anyone else. It made sense and they weren't bad options either. Both of them were good men; handsome, smart, caring, responsible. She'd just have to wait and see, she returned to her desk smirking, suddenly work was going to be very interesting from now on.

The weekend came and Will dropped Henry off early Saturday morning. She wasn't the type to go out too much, preferring to some quality time with her son at home. Around midday, they were on the couch watching cartoons when there was a knock at the door. JJ went to get it and it was a delivery man with a rather big box at his feet. "Delivery for Jennifer Jareau."

"That's me," JJ signed for it and awkwardly pulled it in through the door. She brought it to living room and Henry jumped up.

"What's in there mommy?"

"I don't know baby, let's find out," together they pulled off the tape and had fun digging through all the packing peanuts to get to another box containing a robotic dinosaur. There was a note taped to the side, My contribution to mother-and-son time, hope you both enjoy it, Tony. With misty eyes, JJ watched her son examine the outside of the box. "Go ahead and open it sweetie, it's for us."

"Yay," Henry clapped his hands and enthusiastically pulled the dinosaur out. Tony had sent along a pack of batteries for it so soon enough it was playfully chasing her son around the living room. JJ watched and occasionally joined, mostly to 'save' Henry.

One of those occasions she caught him and pulled out her phone, "Come here baby, we need to say thank you to my friend Tony for the dinosaur." She used her phone's video feature to record a clip of them, "Say thank you Tony."

"THANK YOU TONY!" Henry cheered. "THANK YOU FOR THE DINOSAUR!" With that, he ran off to keep playing and JJ turned the camera on herself.

"Really Tony, thank you so much. This means a lot to me," she blew the phone a kiss and stopped recording. She sent it to Tony and at his home, Rossi received it with a smile. Mother and son looked so happy, the phantom could stand to live in the shadows for a while longer.

A/N: Hey guys, I hadn't figured on having a Phantom of the Opera theme but it seems to be working from my perspective. Remember all ideas and suggestions are welcome, I will see you next time, ENJOY! R&R PLZ!