A/N: Thanks SO much to my lovely beta reader SparklingAngel819 :) you save my life over and over again! 3.
as ever, i do not own any of the characters... so far.

Chapter 1:

Boarding the private BAU jet, JJ giggled to herself. She had just made love to the man standing next to her six times, in six different rooms. Rossi was a man who never liked to do things twice. Glancing around the jet to see if there were two empty seats, JJ caught Reid's eye. Winking at him, she walked over to her best friend Penelope.

"Hey Pens." She said cheerily.

"Hello Gumdrop. How's life treating you?" Garcia replied from behind her laptop, on which she was typing madly.

"Fine and dandy, thanks. What'cha working on there?" JJ peered around the screen.

"Nothing!" Garcia slammed the laptop shut. Gosh, now she was going to have to encrypt these wedding plans that Rossi has asked her to do.

"It looked like wedding dresses. Are you getting married? WAIT! Are you telling me that you and Morgan are getting married, and I didn't know?!" JJ all but shrieked.

Shooting a death glare at Rossi, she pulled out her Blackberry, and sent him a text message. 'Dear Rossi. I hope you know I'm going to slaughter you. Your wife to be is suspecting Morgan and I of getting married. So you better get your act together, and tell her that you're getting married. Soon. Remember, slaughter. Don't take it as a threat, take it as a promise. 3 love 'ya!' She watched Rossi search all his pockets until he found his cell phone, flip it open and read the text. He looked up at her, and chuckled. He got up from the swivel chair in which he was reviewing the case files. He walked over to JJ and wrapped his lanky arms around her.

"C'mon, I need your help." He breathed against her ear. Winking at Garcia, he dragged JJ over to the empty chair beside his.

"You've requested my help?" JJ said, unpleased that she was dragged away from interrogating her best friend about the wedding that she believe she knew nothing about.

"Yep. Picking out a wedding dress." Rossi said, trying to keep a straight face.

"A wedding dress, huh. WAIT! Why would you need a wedding dress? Is there something you're not telling me?"

"Yep, actually. We're getting married next month in the Bahamas. And you need a dress." Tossing a wedding magazine at her, Rossi leaned back in his chair and went back to reviewing the case file.

JJ was flabbergasted. How did she know nothing about this wedding? So Pens was only planning her wedding. She felt stupid, and irresponsible. She should have never thought Garcia would do something like that.

Pulling up a case file, JJ began to read all the details of Stella Bonasera's kidnapping. It was a brutal kidnapping. There was blood all over Stella's apartment. JJ flipped over one of the photos. She was glad she didn't have to deal with that. The blood all over the couch, chairs, carpets, walls. It was enough to make her sick. She continued to flip through the file. There were two different blood types there; one was Stella's, the other an unknown male. The same blood type was found in the Congresswoman's apartment. Kirsten Gillibrand's case file looked exactly the same as the CSI's. Sighing, JJ shut the case file and rose from her chair and walked over to the brother she never had and sat down next to him.

Removing Morgan's ear buds from his ears, she laughed. "Hey, you!"

"Hey! Not cool. That was a good song. Give 'em back!" Morgan tried grabbing the ear buds back, but to no avail. "Whadda' want, missy?" He chuckled.

"Not a lot. Someone to hang out with, I guess."

Throwing the pillow that was sitting beside him, Morgan gave his impersonation of a war cry. "EEUUULIIIIIAAAAAAAA! YOU'LL GIVE ME THOSE EAR BUDS BACK LITTLE GIRL!" He yelled, teasingly. Morgan was not a small man, by any means. His size intimidated most people. He used that to his advantage a lot.

From the other side of the plane, Garcia was watching the play fight. "God help her!" She muttered to herself.

Apparently, Hotch heard her and laughed loudly. "I agree."

"My sculpted God made of dark chocolate. Don't beat my girl up there!" Garcia called to Derek.

"Wouldn't dream of it, Baby Girl."

JJ tried to throw a cookie at Morgan, but missed, and hit Hotch square in the side of his head. "Oops!" She giggled.

Hotch almost cracked a smile. "It's like babysitting five year olds!" He exclaimed.

Settling down beside Morgan, properly abashed by being told that she was acting like a five year old, she giggled. "Well, that was fun." She put the ear buds in her ears and promptly ripped them out. "What is that garbage?"

"That is good music." He replied, placing the ear buds in his ears, and fell asleep.

Yawning, JJ began to slouch, and fell asleep curled against Morgan's chest. Glancing over, Rossi felt a surge of jealousy. He worked for months to get her to hug him, but here she was, falling asleep on Morgan's chest. Yes, he understood that they were friends, since the academy, but… why wouldn't she snuggle up to him willingly like that? What was she not telling him? Reid glanced up from his game of chess with Emily. He saw Rossi looking at JJ and Morgan. Reid was intelligent, a boy genius, but he couldn't understand what Rossi was thinking.