Here's the next chapter! I'm very happy some people reviewed to my last chapter, because I was very insecure about that one. Doesn't mean I'm not insecure about this one, though. So please, review! It only takes a short while, and it really makes my day, believe me.

The next morning, JJ woke up to the sound of someone banging on her door. She groggily looked around. She was in her own bed, safe and sound: Emily must've put her back in. She looked over to Emily's bed, and saw that she was, amazingly enough, still asleep.

She stood up and walked over to the door, opening it to find an angry Morgan. "How long does it take you to open up?!"

"Uhm," JJ said, still not quite awake. "What's wrong?"

"It's 10 a.m., we were all supposed to meet Hannah at 8." Morgan still used his angry voice, but only to conceal his worry: the girls, and Emily in particular, were almost never late for anything.

"Oh," JJ said, looking back at Emily. "We must've overslept. I'll wake her up, and we'll be down in 10."

Morgan nodded and looked at JJ again, noticing her red eyes and the dark circles beneath her eyes. "JJ, you okay?"

JJ nodded, avoiding Morgan's eyes. "I'm fine. See you in a moment." She closed the door.

Morgan stood there for a moment, thinking, before shrugging and heading back down again.

JJ walked towards Emily, who was still asleep. She called her name, causing Emily to turn around, mumbling something. Emily's trouble with waking up reminded her of Daisy, who had always stayed in as long as possible.

Deciding she would apply the same method to Emily as she'd applied to her, she pulled off the blankets. "Em!" She nearly shouted, slapping her softly in the face.

"Huh?!" Emily said, looking around in confusion. "Where's the fire?"

JJ nearly laughed at Emily's confused words. "I had to wake you up," she replied, walking towards her own bed to get dressed.

The atmosphere in the room was a bit thick as they dressed – both of them remembered what had happened the night before, and both knew they'd have to talk about it, but neither knew when. They had a meeting to catch now, anyway – and they were already late. When they were dressed, they hurried down, without applying any make-up on. JJ knew she looked terrible, probably with puffy eyes and bags under her eyes, but there was no time to do anything about it.

As they walked into the case-room, JJ saw that everyone, including Hannah, was already there. After some mumbled apologies, they headed straight to the coffee machine for some much needed caffeine. Meanwhile, the rest of the team continued talking. They were making an official profile for the police, something JJ couldn't contribute much to.

She knew she should've listened to the team's contemplations, but she couldn't focus on it. Instead, her thoughts went to the recent events.

After last night, she knew things had to change. The way she and Emily interacted, it would change now. Emily had never cried in front of JJ, and before last night JJ hadn't broken down in front of her either. Their relationship had changed last night, and JJ didn't know what kind of a change it would be.

She eyed Emily, who was engrossed in a conversation about the killer's motives. Apparently, she had an idea, because she was talking rather heatedly.

JJ thought that, if she'd ever have to tell anyone, it'd be Emily. Not Hotch, because it just didn't concern him. It was something a man could probably never understand, even if he was a sympathetic boss, a father figure and an outstanding profiler.

Though maybe Morgan would. After all, he had a history himself. Morgan would maybe understand why she'd kept everything secret.

But there were things she still wouldn't be able to tell him, things he definitely wouldn't understand, simply because he hadn't experienced them.

She had thought so often about talking to Garcia, knowing the woman was capable of unburdening anyone. They were good friends, and they had often talked about serious things, but JJ had never told her anything about her real past. Instead, she had vaguely talked about her past that was known with the Bureau – and that wasn't a conflicted one. Pretty much an idyllic childhood. But knowing that any agent was supposed to have childhood problems, she'd said something about feeling left out – it wasn't even a total lie. She had felt left out, but it had been her own fault, because she had pushed away anyone who wanted to let her in.

Sighing, JJ forced her mind back to the matter at hand: a murder case. This was not the time to lose herself in memories and thoughts like she had so often lately, she simply couldn't.

After ten minutes listening, JJ knew enough to give out the basic profile. The team would talk more than she did, but she had to know the basics.

They walked out into the bullpen and JJ asked for everyone's attention, which she got rapidly.

After giving out the profile, Emily and Hotch went out to talk to the family of the first victim, to see if there were any similarities between her and the latest victim. The police had interviewed them before, but they knew from experience that local police often missed things the BAU did catch onto.

Reid and Morgan went out, too, to the second victim's family. The second victim had been a rich businessman who had been found near a swimming pool he himself owned. It was a connection that couldn't be ignored.

JJ and Rossi stayed behind, talking with Hannah about the victimology for a moment. JJ yawned more than once: she was still tired, not having had much sleep. Usually, she could deal with the irregular work hours, but she'd hardly slept at all in the last couple of days, because she kept having nightmares.
Besides, she was looking for a way to get out of here. She didn't feel safe with Hannah so near, thinking the woman probably had already figured it out, intuitive as she was.

Rossi noticed her yawning and dismissed her. "JJ, I can't use you if your mind isn't awake. Why don't you go back to the hotel and try to get some sleep?" JJ nodded, thankful. She was looking forward to some sleep, even though she would probably have another nightmare. Maybe she could put the TV on, so that the sound would distract.

"Thank you, sir," she replied, suppressing another yawn. "I promise I'll be of more help after I've slept."

The distance between the police station and the hotel they stayed at was very short, only five minutes of walking. When she entered her room, JJ headed straight to her bed, not bothering to take her clothes off.

Thankfully, no nightmares woke her up this time.

Stupid ending, I know, but otherwise this chapter became too short. Though they're not long anyway: it's funny to see how 3 pages of Word only take page on here... And slightly frustrating, because now it looks so short!

Anyway, please review and brighten a bad day/week!