#Wordsmith Wednesday – Somnambulism – "Walking in one's sleep or under hypnosis" | Rating: T | Genre: Humour

Creeeeeak went the floorboards in the cheap-ass hotel they had to stay at for this case.

Yes, Derek Morgan was grumpy. The room was freezing, the walls were far too thin (whoever was passionately declaring their love at four am to the left of the really had to go to bed!) and the room smelled weird. His back hurt because of the sack of rocks that were the mattresses of this place and he could still hear the panicked screams of their unsubs latest victim they had just about rescued echoing in his head.

Creeeeeak.

Morgan groaned and opened his eyes. What on earth was JJ doing at this time of the night? He saw her silhouette at the foot of his bed.

"JJ" he hissed.

She didn't answer. Frowning, Morgan sat up. Something was off.

"JJ?" he tried again.

Still no response.

Feeling a bit concerned, Morgan reached across and flicked the light switch. Yellow light flickered briefly before steadying, bathing the room in a street light-like glow.

JJ was staring at him.

Swearing, Morgan jumped back, smacking his head off the headboard. Rubbing the afflicted region, he noticed that that had garnered no reaction from their media liaison. He frowned. Crawling to the end of the bed he waved his hand in front of her face. She blinked at him and went to one of the plastic chairs in the room.

Not knowing what to do, except not wake her, Morgan watched. She rearranged the chairs for several minutes, picked up the TV remote and made gestures at it as if she was reporting to the media. Just as suddenly as she had begun, she dropped the remote, made as if she was handing him papers and fell onto her bed.

Morgan didn't do anything for several moments until he heard the sound of deep breathing. She had gone to sleep. He stood up and looked over at her. She looked ok, her hair was splayed across the bed and she didn't look like she was in any distress. Morgan tugged her duvet from under her, she rolled over with a grunt, and draped it carefully over her lithe form.

He stared at her for a few more minutes to ensure she wasn't going anywhere and then chuckled softly. Even in her sleep she was on the ball.

Settling himself in a semi-comfortable position on his own bed, he smiled.

At least he had plenty of teasing ammo for the next few days.