She glared at each and everyone around the roundtable, and each of them tried to step back in fear. They didn't know what they did wrong. Sharing glances with one another, it is clear that none of them knew what she was mad about. After 5 minutes of silence, the one beside her cleared his throat, thinking that her glare was torturing them more than enough.

"Where. Are. Your. Reports." She demanded, stressing every word while sending daggers at them.

The rest of the group widened their eyes as realisation hit them, Reid started, "Oh, I-"

A glare sent his way shut him right up. "Now I don't care if you have to stay here all night finishing them, you will have them finished and ready to submit before I arrive here tomorrow morning."

Everybody in the room nodded meekly, waiting for the blonde to say she is done so they could vanish from her sight before she started shooting people, or near people as a warning. Another glare at their way sent the entire team scrambling for the door, crashing into each other in the process.

"Wow, who would've thought the tiniest member of our team can be the scariest?" A voice chuckled from behind her.

Turning her head and narrowing her eyes at his smug smile, she spoke in a dangerously low whisper, "And you're about to find out exactly how scary I can be, if you don't start heading back to your office and finish your own stack."

Rossi visibly gulped, nodded stiffly before hanging his head and quickly shuffled out of the room.

Letting out a deep sigh, she dropped into one of the chairs around the roundtable, and pinched bridge of her nose to momentarily stop the headache developing from the scene that just happened.

"Got that all out?" A deep voice penetrated her moment of peace, causing her to almost jump out of her chair in surprise.

"Don't. Scare. Me like that, Hotch." She panted out, putting a hand to steady her heart.

"Sorry." He chuckled, obviously not so sorry at all.

"I thought you left." She stated.

He sat down on the chair desire her, "I wanted to make sure you're okay first. So did you get that all out?"

Chuckling, she rubbed her temples while answering, "Well, until they finally submit their reports on time, I'm still going to be a little stressed."

"You know that we can be a little lenient on them, we do travel a lot for cases." He pointed out.

She sighed, "I know, usually I would not chase them too much about the consults, but we didn't have any active cases this week, so they have more than sufficient time to finish these consults this week."

Realising that she was right, he also sighed, "I guess they are kind of slacking off."

She looked at him incredulously, "Slacking off? Aaron Hotchner, they haven't handed anything to me this week. I feel like we have been too lenient, that they've forgotten they are freakin on the job!"

"Okay, you need to calm down for a bit." Then he frowned, "They haven't handed you anything?"

"Nothing! And it's not like they don't have time anyways. I saw Morgan harassing Reid yesterday, and Emily hanging out in Pen's office. Not to mention the paper planes thrown and bets being made. If they have enough time to do that, they can freaking do their reports!" She listed.

"And to think we keep covering for them. Maybe we should give them back their share? Just for time being." He suggested.

"Oh my god, you're totally right. I've completely forgotten about that. That'll teach them a lesson." Then she shot up from her chair, "I'm going to get right on that."

But Hotch swiftly stepped in her way, "Hey, slow down a bit. I'm all for downsizing our own load, but they will notice if you suddenly pop up with loads of consults for them, especially when you just told them off for not doing them."

She pouted, "But Hotch-"

He interrupted her, "Maybe you need a break, how about you take some time off?"

"No! We're this close," she raised two slightly parted fingers in a pinching position, "this close to catching up with our backlogged cases. I'm not going to take a break until we're finally up to date."

"But JJ, you're going to burn yourself out." He said softly.

"Don't." She stepped closer to him, "You cannot tell me to take a break when you can't even do that yourself."

That was a good point. "Okay, so maybe we both need a break, but we can't both take a break at the same time, you know how disastrous that would be. And you just said we are close to catching up with our backlogged cases."

She looked at him like he was crazy, "But we're not caught up. I said we're close, but still not caught up yet."

"And I'll keep that pace up while you take a break." He assured her.

She started to protest, "But-"

He cut her off, "No buts, you clearly need a break. Why don't you just take the afternoon off? That way you're not taking an entire day off, I'm sure nothing is going to fall apart just because you need to relieve some tension."

Smirking, she turned towards him, eyes twinkling, "Relieve some tension, huh?"

He cracked a smile, "Oh, come on. You know I didn't mean anything like that."

"I know, I just couldn't pass up an opportunity like that." She teased.

They shared a laugh, and she smiled softly at him, "Okay, I'll take the afternoon off. I guess I could use a break. But you have to promise you will call me the second something comes up, big or small."

"Promise." He said, even though he had no intention of doing unless they absolutely need her, she needed the break after all.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow then, Hotch. Remember to remind team their reports are due tomorrow morning, no exceptions." She started to stand up.

"I don't think they're going to forget that." But at her look, he assured her, "But I'll remind them anyways."

"Good, I'm going to grab a few things, then I'm heading out." She said over her shoulder as she walked towards to door.

"Don't take any files! You're on break!" He shouted at her back.

She at least had the decency to look sheepish, muttering "God, I hate profilers." Before turning back and said, "Fine!"

He chuckled softly at her retreating form, shaking his head as he headed back into his office.