She backed along the wall slowly, her ears listening for any indication that she was not alone. A sudden noise emitting from the bottom of the darkened hallway made JJ's heart leap into her throat. She spun in the direction of the continuing commotion, but the only emotion that displayed itself across her porcelain face was that of confusion.
Is that...my shower?
JJ froze for a second, even holding her breath to confirm the noise she heard. She was right. She was sure of it. Somebody was using her shower.
What the...
She lowered her gun. Turning her head from side to side, she had to do a double take to ensure she was actually in the right apartment.
She was.
And she was ultimately stumped.
Never in her years working for the BAU had she ever encountered an intruder who had illegally entered someone's property simply to use their shower.
Too busy thinking of different scenarios to explain these current events, JJ failed to notice the sudden silence.
It wasn't until her bathroom door opened that she was once again scared half to death.

Her gun was raised in milliseconds, a clear shot to the forehead awaiting the olive skinned male that stood semi-naked in front of her. JJ gasped, her solid stance loosening somewhat at the recognition of the presence before her. The man simply raised an eyebrow, before bringing up a teal coloured towel to dry his jet black hair.
Approaching her without a care in the world, the man stood just centimetres away from JJ, allowing her gun to rest on his chest.

"You're out of coffee. I would have saved you some but I didn't know when you'd be home. Got any beer?"
He asked nonchalantly, manoeuvring around JJ and making his way over to the sofa, where he promptly made himself comfortable and turned on the television set without another word.

JJ was practically in shock. Her frozen form finally melted, and she turned suddenly to the body occupying her leather sofa.
"What the hell do you think you're doing! How did you even get in here? Better question, why are you here? This is MY apartment. Get out!"
The unwanted guest didn't even appear to flinch at the words the blonde was venomously throwing across the room.
"ADAM, GET OUT!" She shouted furiously after she received no response.
"I travelled all this way just to come and visit you, and that's the welcome I get? I personally find that a bit rude don't you? What would your mother say."
Adam replied, his hazel eyes still concentrating on the screen before him.

JJ slammed her gun down on stand to her left and furiously stomped her way to the centre of the living room, ultimately blocking Adam's gaze towards the TV.
"Get out." JJ said.
"Move." Adam shot back, his darkened eyes boring into her sky blue ones.
JJ pursed her lips. It took only a matter of seconds before she began to feel uneasy, faltering slightly under his steady gaze.
No, don't give in. Not this time. She thought to herself.

"This is my home. You're not welcome here. You have 3 seconds to get out or I'll call the police." JJ said, trying to remain as calm and in control as she could, although she definitely didn't feel it.
"I thought you were the police." Adam smirked back.
JJ bit her lip.
"Come on then big shot. You want me to leave so bad? Make me. You can even use your handcuffs if you like." He replied, winking in JJ's direction before chuckling slightly.
JJ said nothing. She swallowed, unsure of which angle to play in return.
"Well?" Adam prompted.

Still she remained silent. What exactly could she do? Despite the many years of training she had received, even including the extra self-defence lessons with Morgan, she had absolutely zero chance at forcibly removing this guy from her apartment.
She knew that.
And so did her.
Just as much as they both knew she wouldn't call the cops.

She blinked, focusing her eyes onto the man once more. His gaze hadn't even faltered. Whether she intended it to be there or not, Adam saw the flutter of defeat swimming in those gorgeous blue eyes.
The corner of his mouth rose. He'd won. A lot easier than expected. The case she'd returned from must have been a tiring one to result in a battle this minuscule.
"I didn't think so." He said. "Now move."

It was like an involuntary movement, complying with his demands. Her body seemed to step out of the way without her consent. She felt weak, giving up so easily. Who the hell was he to just turn up at her apartment at this hour after God only knows how many years and act as though nothing had happened between them.
Staring in his direction, she thought all of this and more, but didn't say a word. She was far too exhausted to even contemplate having an argument with this man.
Instead, she simply sighed, and made her way solemnly towards her bedroom.
She locked her door, kicked off her shoes and crawled under the cold covers, closing her eyes tightly and praying that everything that had just happened would all just turn out to be a dream.