Feb. 8th: Need – 300 words – When your character needs them, they are there.

Emily Prentiss/Jennifer Jareau

The soft whirr of the jet was distracting. How had she ever managed to fall asleep to that noise before?

Emily had spent the last hour trying to get some rest, using every trick from the trips she'd made with the BAU. Reading a book. Listening to some music. She would've even looked over a case file or done some paperwork, if she had any with her.

She was pretty sure this was what rock bottom felt like.

Emily knew, of course, why none of her usual methods were working. But to acknowledge that reason was to accept her current situation, and she was still kinda lingering in the "denial" stage right now.

"I can't sleep, either."

Emily jumped at the sound of JJ's voice. "Sorry," she continued, as Emily pulled her legs up to give her room on the couch.

"It's this damned noisy jet," Emily muttered. "It's keeping me awake."

JJ merely nodded, letting that slide.

"What's keeping you up?" Emily asked. She was curious what JJ's next plans would be.

"Right now? Making sure your identification's ready to go." JJ sighed, shaking her head. "How do criminals manage to change their identities so quickly? Do you know how much red tape is involved?"

"I'm pretty sure the criminals know how to bypass that stuff," Emily said, relieved when JJ laughed.

"Good point,"

The two fell into a silence again. Emily surprised herself by being the first to break it.

"I'm scared." There. She'd said it. She'd been feeling that way since she heard Doyle had escaped, but she was too busy running on adrenaline, and later, working on recovering in a hospital, to let that feeling take hold.

But the closer they got to Paris, the quicker the "denial phase" was slipping away.

"So am I," JJ said, her voice soft. "I won't let Doyle hurt you. You know that, right?"

"I know." That was the only part of this crazy plan that didn't worry her. JJ, and Hotch, would sooner die than let Doyle get his hands on her again.

No, her fears were much more personal. Could she handle yet another identity? What would she do for a job? A place to live? Would Doyle try and find Declan? Would he come after her friends?

And the biggest question on her mind...

"When will I see you again?" Because she needed to believe she'd see everyone again. There was simply no other option.

JJ's voice was firm. "Hopefully as soon as possible. I will do whatever it takes to make sure you can come home." She scooted even closer then, enveloping them both in a blanket and wrapping her arms around Emily. "And I'll always be by your side," she whispered, kissing the side of Emily's head. "That, I can promise. Now," JJ grabbed her hand. "let's see if we can try and get a bit of sleep." She settled in and closed her eyes.

Emily continued listening to the whirr of the jet.