AN: This chapter is dedicated to foxyfeline for giving me a kick in the rear to get this finished. It absolutely wouldn't have been finished without her ideas or continued interest. Sorry for the delay, I wanted to get all my facts straight, but I've never been bungee jumping, so I did the best I could.

AND, if there are any suggestions for other items on (or the team's) 'Bucket Lists', let me know.

"Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music."

-Angela Monet

"So JJ, did you do anything fun this weekend?" Hotch asked curiously as the entire team spent an uncharacteristic moment in the break room. Derek hadn't arrived yet, and the case briefing would start in less than twenty minutes, so the team took a rare moment to relax before the next disaster occurred.

"Oh, not really." JJ dismissed easily, sipping a cup of hot tea to try to calm her stomach. She wasn't sure when exactly she had switched from coffee, but the tea seemed to settle her stomach more than anything else.

Emily snorted in surprise. "Really Jayje? You didn't do anything wild and crazy?" She suggested knowingly.

"Nope." JJ retorted, fully remembering the escapade from only a few days ago. She smirked as she remembered Emily and Derek's disgust, and currently couldn't help but get lost in the memory--even if it only happened two days ago.

"Are you insane?" Emily asked as Dave tightened the bindings around JJ's feet. "This is nuts!"

"Oh, Em. Calm down." Garcia rolled her eyes, armed with her digital camera and a picnic basket of goodies. "It's not like she's jumping off a bridge or anything."

"She is jumping off a bridge!" Morgan pointed out incredulously.

"Seriously, why are you two even here?" Rossi laughed.

"I didn't invite them." JJ smirked, taking a deep breath as Rossi finished securing her harness.

"Don't look at me." Rossi held up his hands defensively as his long-time friend chuckled before beginning to explain the safety precautions to the blonde. Blake was a certified jumping instructor, both in skydiving and bungee jumping, and when he heard that JJ wanted to go on her first jump, he insisted on coming along.

"I wouldn't have invited them if I knew that they'd be such sticks in the mud." Garcia huffed as she crossed her arms in front of her. She was beginning to get seriously annoyed with her former friends.

"We could always make Derek go first--make sure it's safe." Dave smirked as he checked the harnessing one more time to ensure JJ's safety.

"Hell no." Derek shuddered, never having overcome his childhood fear of heights.

"Emily? You up for the next go?" Rossi offered.

"Let's just make sure JJ gets out of this alive." Emily retorted smugly, biting her lip with concern.

"Oh would you two get over yourselves." Garcia groaned. "It's perfectly safe, people do this all the time."

"Yeah." JJ piped up, pushing a stray strand of hair back behind her ear. "Everybody's doing it Em." She couldn't help the grin that exploded along her face.

"Oh, because that's a good excuse." Derek huffed angrily.

"Okay JJ, you're ready to go." Rossi's friend Blake assured her. "So, when you jump, I want you to answer this question."

"What?" JJ asked perplexed, sighing deeply as she looked over the edge.

"Do you believe in God?" Blake whispered, his eyes twinkling as he placed a firm arm around JJ's back and helped push her over the edge.

The others couldn't help but smirk as JJ's high pitched scream came back to them. Garcia, Rossi, and Emily rushed to the edge to watch while Morgan maintained a safe distance from the edge while still trying to see. They each couldn't help but chuckle silently as JJ's scream turned into an answer to a question they hadn't heard.

"YES!!!!!"

"Jayje?" Reid looked up at her in concern. "Is everything okay?"

"It's fine Spence." She smiled brightly, despite her nauseous stomach. She had been warned that the nausea would only worsen due to the chemo, but the alternative was unnacceptable.

"She was just thinking about my famous barbecue chicken sandwiches that we ate on Saturday." Garcia piped up, wanting to give JJ an out so Reid and Hotch wouldn't pry further. JJ was as attached to her privacy as Fort Knox, and when she was ready to tell the others, she would.

"Boy were those good Baby Girl. You're gonna have to give me the recipe." Morgan smirked as he entered the break room, headed straight for the coffee. "So what are we talking about?" He asked.

"JJ's boring weekend." Emily informed him. Unfortunately Derek had just taken a sip of coffee and choked on the hot liquid.

"Boring, eh?" He asked skeptically.

JJ shrugged, fighting the wide grin that threatened to explode along her face. "Same old, same old."

Hotch couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing something important, but shrugged it away. If it was anything important, he reasoned, JJ would tell him when she was ready. He was sure of it. "Briefing in ten." He announced, looking to JJ who nodded in agreement. "I hope you all remember its almost time for yearly physicals. I need the results by the end of the month." Hotch was surprised as the entire room fell silent and the tension seemed to grow with each passing minute.

"But that's only three weeks from now." Rossi pointed out, his eyes wide with the realization that JJ's secret would soon be office information before she would be forced out of the bureau on medical leave.

"I know. That's why I gave you the heads up." Hotch nodded skeptically before walking out of the room. "Briefing in..." He checked his watch, "Eight."

Reid shrugged and turned back to the book he was reading at his regular (incredibly fast) pace. The others turned their eyes to the blonde at the table. "It's fine." JJ dismissed softly, feeling a sickening feeling rise within her, unrelated to her medication. "I've got to get the rest of the files for the briefing." She dismissed, needing any excuse she could think of to get out of the room with her colleagues' sympathy overpowering her.

"Wheels up in twenty." Hotch informed the group as each member closed the files. He noticed an odd look pass from JJ to Rossi before the older man spoke up.

"Hotch? JJ's going to run the media from here." His trusted friend informed him, and Hotch couldn't help but feel slightly enraged that JJ had told Dave personal inforamtion that she hadn't felt comfortable going to him with.

He fought to maintain his mask of stoicism. "When was I going to be made aware of this?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow and not bothering to hide the raw fury in his eyes.

"Hotch, I'm sorry." JJ interrupted, knowing the slight sense of betrayal that Hotch was feeling and wanting to dilute his anger, "It's just that I've--um," She cut herself off, realizing that he would grow concerned if she admitted her own appointment so soon after surgery, "Henry's--got a doctor's appointment and Will's going on a date and, I was going to tell you earlier but Rossi was standing there when I made the appointment and--"

"It's fine JJ." Hotch sighed, knowing exactly what it felt like to be a single parent. His anger dissolved as he inspected JJ's tired appearance. "But I'll need you to be ready to conference with the team at anytime."

"Sure." JJ smiled brightly as the others left the conference room, feeling a sickening feeling that this was only the beginning of the new limitations she would be forced to live under. But limitations were better than nothing, and while the rest of the team was gone, she was going to have an in depth talk with her doctor to determine exactly what she would be able to do.

And then she was going to have to tell Hotch.

"Every man dies-Not every man really lives."

-William Ross Wallace