The day in San Diego dawned bright and clear. JJ awoke in her hotel room, not wanting to go to work, but she was not one to shirk her duty. She hauled herself out of bed, determined to get down to work, ignore the little cretin detective who had been putting the moves on her, and help get this case solved. She met the team for breakfast and they quickly ate, ready to head to work. Arriving there, it was like Hotch hadn't even talked to the lead detective. If anything, the cretin was even more determined to hit on JJ. And he finally managed to get JJ alone in the briefing room, and he made a huge move on her. When she felt his hand squeeze her butt, she turned around and slugged him in the nose, which immediately started gushing all over the place. The little wimp started bawling like a baby then, screaming that she broke his nose.
"You're lucky it's just your nose that's broken, you douchebag! You ever come near me again, I will have you fired from this job, do you understand? What part of no do you not understand? We have a job to do, rescue victims that no one know where they are, and you're thinking with your other head?" JJ was screaming her head off at him, all pretense at civility long gone.
The rest of the team came rushing in at that point, and surveyed the damaged detective, the angry media liaison, and quickly put two and two together. JJ's hand was starting to swell up, her knuckles bruised. She'd hit him and hit him good. Prentiss took JJ to get ice for her hand, Hotch hauled the bleeding detective out of the briefing room, barely pausing to let the man get some paper towels to ebb the flow of blood. The end result was he was put on a two week suspension, had a broken nose, and was being demoted when he got back to work. JJ had no serious repercussions from this, because the man had been warned.
The pain in JJ's hand worsened throughout the day, but she tried to keep it to herself. She already felt like she'd been a spectacle, and wanted no further attention, just to work the case at hand. Rossi had been watching her, though, and realized she was in pain. When she winced one more time, Dave had had enough.
"JJ, I'm taking you to the hospital. You are obviously in pain, you need to be looked at. Come on, let's go." he spoke to her gently.
Wanting to get out of the station, JJ didn't even argue with Rossi, simply stopping to pick up her purse. Rossi informed Hotch they were heading for the hospital, and they were on their way. He hadn't had a chance to question her as to why she'd slugged the detective yet, and finally had an opportunity.
"So, slugger, you want to tell me what happened in there this morning?" he asked.
"Well, the next time a stranger grabs your ass after you've told him in every way, shape and form that you wanted nothing to do with him, let's see what you do!" an indignant JJ retorted.
"Hon, any guy who grabs my ass will get slugged anyway. I don't swing that way." he joked, trying to get her to laugh. It worked, JJ finally chuckling, after spending the better part of the day quite downhearted.
They arrived at the hospital shortly thereafter. They sat in the emergency room for a couple of hours, and chatted about this and that, in between times when JJ's hand alternated between being bearable and unbearable.
"So, this isn't quite the second date I expected with you JJ. It's not quite as nice a place as our last date." Rossi quipped.
"Yeah, I've been in better joints. Felt a lot better too!" JJ actually smiled, then winced when pain shot through her hand once again. She leaned on his shoulder, waiting for her turn. She finally was taken into a room, and a doctor quickly looked at her black and blue, swollen hand.
"I'm sending you for x-rays, I'd be willing to bet we're looking at a hairline fracture here. The nurse will be here shortly to take you to the x-ray department. For now, I'm prescribing these painkillers, take them now, it will ease the pain somewhat til we get your hand set."
With that, the doctor exited to get the medicine, and a nurse came back in with a wheelchair and the pills. JJ quickly took the medicine, and the three of them set off. As suspected, JJ had fractured her hand in two places with her well-aimed punch. They set it as best they could, gave her the prescription and sent them on their way.
JJ was embarrassed by all this and couldn't believe that it had happened. Her hand looked odd, wrapped well with the bandages and told her to make sure it was wrapped in plastic before she bathed, as to not get the bandages wet. Rather than go back to the police station, Rossi took her to the hotel. The painkillers were kicking in, and JJ was getting rather loopy. She acted the same way when she was drunk as when she was on painkillers. Giggling had commenced big time, as he maneuvered her through the lobby of the hotel and up to her room. They got strange looks from other guests, and Rossi almost burst out laughing too, by the time he got her into the room and the door shut behind him.
"Well, that was fun. I wonder what we could do that's more fun, Mr. Profiler?" JJ giggled at him.
Rossi looked at her, thinking "Here we go again." Everytime this woman lost her inhibitions, she seemed to want him. Dave was now going to be fighting her off again.
"JJ, why don't you lay down and get some sleep. I'm going to round up Prentiss, and we'll see if we can get you changed for bed. I've got to look for some scissors, I'm not sure exactly how we're going to get this blouse off of you." Seeing the look in JJ's eyes, Rossi wished he'd kept his mouth shut.
"You don't need scissors, Dave, you can just rip it off of me. I don't mind." JJ said in her most flirtatious tone.
"Uh, JJ, I'm not ready to go that far yet, and definetely not with a woman on pain meds. We'll save it for another time, okay?" Rossi begged her.
"Spoilsport. You're always turning me down." With that, JJ launched herself at him, kissing him deeply. And then did as before, collapsed into his arms, the pain meds having knocked her out.
Sighing, Dave lifted her up and took her to the bed. Arranging her injured arm on a pillow, Dave took off her shoes, covered her up, and went out the door, pocketing her room key. He would check on her later, and hope that she had slept. He laughed at the situation, and was pleased he had a new nickname for her, one he wasn't about to let her forget. He would have loved to have dealt with the little creep himself, but was proud JJ had been able to handle herself. For that he could be grateful, and too bad for anyone who thought JJ was a pushover. They had her all wrong, and as far as he was concerned, only his hands should be on her from now on. If it happened again, and Dave was around, the guy wouldn't only have a broken nose, he'd be lucky if he lived. And with that, Dave went back to work, leaving his sleeping beauty by herself.