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SONG PROMPT #110 – JJ/HOTCH

"Our Love" - Rhett Miller

"I'm worried about her," Hotch whispered to JJ where they stood in the doorway watching the blond playing on the computer.

"She's fine," JJ reassured him.

Hotch looked unconvinced. "She's been at the computer for hours without a break. This can't be good for her."

JJ shook her head, amused. "She's just excited. Leave her alone."

"JJ!" Hotch sighed, exasperated. "Our seven-year-old daughter has spent the last three hours on the computer composing a ballad about her love of broccoli. I think I have the right to be concerned!"

"She really likes broccoli," JJ giggled.

Hotch groaned as their daughter's voice sang out, "You are so green. You look like a tree. I want to eat you-"

JJ threw her arm around him. "Look at it this way, better broccoli than boys."

SONG PROMPT #111 – JJ/HOTCH

"Last Train Home" - LostProphets

"I'm not good at this," Hotch confessed.

"Good at what?" she asked, tilting her head from her place across the conference room.

Hotch sighed. "Letting people in; letting people see the real me."

JJ smiled. "I think most of us are like that, Hotch."

"But I want to," he said, quickly.

"You want to let someone in?" JJ clarified, confusion clouding her eyes.

Hotch nodded. "Not just someone." He took a deep breath. "You."

JJ blinked rapidly. "Me?"

"Are you going to repeat everything that I say?" he asked, slightly exasperated.

"I'm sorry," JJ shot back. "It's just that you're throwing me here a bit."

Hotch leaned forward, gazing deep into her eyes. "If I'm completely off-base here, if I'm making you uncomfortable at all, I'll get up and walk out that door right now, but if I'm right and you feel the same way as I do, tell me right now." He waited a few minutes for her to say something. "Okay, clearly, I was wrong. I'm sorry."

"Hotch, wait!" JJ called out as he hit the doorway. She stood up, walking over to him. "My father walked out the door when I was ten and I haven't trusted men since then. I cried when I found out that Henry was a boy, even though now, I couldn't imagine him being anything else. My mother blamed my sister's suicide on her 'inability to keep her family together' and as much as I abhorred the idea, I was afraid that the reason Will almost died was because I refused to marry him. That's why I had him propose so I could accept."

"JJ-"

She placed her index finger on his lips to quiet him. "You were the first person that I told about my sister. I didn't even tell Will anything other than she died. You are the only person that I feel safe enough to expose my true self to. I would love to be that person for you."

Hotch cradled her face in his hands. He placed a kiss upon her lips. "So would I."

"What are you doing tonight?" she asked, looping her arms around his neck.

"Mm, nothing," Hotch replied, a lazy smile forming across his face. "Jack is staying over at a friend's. You?"

"Well, I was planning on..." JJ stood on her toes to finish her sentence in his ear. She squealed as he rushed her out the door. Their future was looking up.

SONG PROMPT #112 – CRAZY PAIRING TIME

"It Sucks To Be Me" - Avenue Q

"Your jealousy is showing, Emily," Rossi whispered into her ear as he sat down next to her at the table. The team was unwinding after a long week at a local bar. Prentiss, who had come in for a visit, was sulking at the table while watching JJ and Hotch slow dance; their bodies pressed close together. "The only question is are you envious of her or him?"

"What are you talking about, Dave?" Prentiss growled back. She sighed when he continued to stare at her. "What makes you think I'm actually envious of either of them in particular? Maybe, it's just the situation; the fact that they were able to find someone at all. I think I'm a decent catch so why can't I find somebody?"

Rossi ran his fingers down her arm. "Maybe you're not looking in the right place."

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Come home with me," he breathed across her ear."

Prentiss huffed. "I don't make it a habit of helping men cheat, Rossi. Go home to Strauss."

Rossi drew on her palm, making her shiver. "Come home with both of us. I think we might be just what you need."

"I-" She paused, mulling over his offer. After a few minutes, Prentiss nodded. "You just might be right."