Nov 2013 (Season 8)

The BAU team sat in a hospital waiting room, waiting as their youngest agent underwent surgery. Morgan was pacing restlessly. Hotch and Emily were sitting next to each other. Emily restlessly fingered her wedding ring, the match of the wedding band on the finger of the dark haired man sitting next to her. Rossi was leaning against the wall, a solemn expression on his face. And JJ was praying as hard as she could that Spencer would be okay.

While chasing down an unsub he had been shot. He wasn't wearing a bullet proof vest and had been shot in his chest. He's been in surgery for a few hours now, hopefully The bullet didn't pass through anything important... Like his heart... JJ shuddered at the mental image of it.

A white-coated doctor came out of the surgery room. He wasn't apologizing or shaking his head; JJ took that as a good sign.

"How is he?" Hotch was the one who asked the question that had been dangling on all their tongues.

"He'll be fine," The doctor said. "Dr Reid was very lucky; the bullet missed his heart by an inch."

They all breathed a sigh of relief. The doctor continued: "However the bullet just grazed his lung, so he'll have to take it easy for a while. No chasing down any more killers and definitely no sports of any kind. Also talking might cause pain for a short period of time. Again, he was extremely lucky." With that, the doctor excused himself.

JJ was the first to enter Spencer's ward. "Hey," he wheezed softly as he saw the team file in behind her.

"You okay?" JJ asked, her forehead dreading with concern. She sat down on the edge of his bed.

"How're you, pretty boy?" Morgan asked, followed by similar questions and statements from the rest of the team.

"I've been better," The younger man replied, grimacing at the pain in his chest.

"Shh, don't talk, you're hurting yourself." JJ chastised him protectively, laying a hand on his chest. This did not go unnoticed by the rest of the team, who raised eyebrows. "Yes, we are dating," JJ admitted in response to their questioning looks.

She found herself smiling at announcing her relationship with Spencer. She was tired of hiding it from the team. They were profilers, it was tiring, not to mention pretty much impossible, to hide anything from them. It felt good to be able to tell that she was Spencer Reid's girlfriend.

"Oh my gosh, since when?" Emily gasped, surprised.

"We've been together for half a year now," Spencer answered shyly, but took JJ's hand.

"Nice one, kid," Morgan said to Spencer with a chuckle, then addressed JJ as well. "I can't believe you two managed to hide this from a team of profilers,"

"We have our ways," JJ said cryptically, turning her gaze to Spencer. They shared the smile and the twinkle in the eyes of sharing an inside joke.

"Fine," Morgan said.

"Let's get some coffee," Rossi suggested, yawning. Morgan agreed and the two men stepped out of the room.

"You want us to get you anything?" Emily asked JJ.

"Um, coffee's good, thanks," JJ said gratefully, rubbing her sleepy eyes. Emily nodded and followed Morgan.

Hotch stayed behind for a moment. "Reid, JJ," the two young agents looked up at him somewhat sheepishly, like two students at the principal's office. "You're not in trouble," Hotch reassured them, and was amused by the way they both let out a breath. "I'm not going to tell Strauss, nor am I going to make you break up. I'm happy for you but in the future I expect to be informed about anything like this,"

"Yes sir," The two agents agreed immediately, sharing a relieved glance at getting out of trouble with their unit chief. Hotch tried to stop himself from laughing at the younger agents' mild surprise at having gotten off the hook so easily. Although he would die before letting the team know, he had become more relaxed after marrying Emily.

" Reid, get well soon, and don't expect to give me a 'second opinion' from yourself because you're a 'doctor', saying that you're fit to go out into the field." he added before excusing himself from the room.

Spencer blushed at Hotch's remark, remembering how, after he was shot in the leg, he had used his status as a 'doctor' to declare himself fit for traveling with the rest of the team. Then another thought crossed his mind and his Expression turned to one that said "oh crap".

Seeing his expression, JJ mistook it for worry over Hotch knowing about their relationship. "It could have gone worse," she said, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

"I know," Spencer told her, his soulful brown eyes staring off into a scene playing out in his mind. "But Morgan's going to give me hell for not telling him."

JJ laughed, and ruffled his hair sympathetically. "You'll live. If it helps I'll tell Garcia to stop him,"

"Nah, I'll be fine," Spencer met her eyes and gave a rare smile, the kind that his bottom lip pouted adorably.

"I'll join the rest of the team, get some rest," JJ ordered him.

"Stay," he pleaded, still not letting go of her hand.

"You're not going to sleep if I stay," She said, although she did want to stay. "I'll come back later, and you'd better be sleeping then!" she threatened.

"Yes ma'am," he lay down. "And JJ?" he added, eyes closed and starting to drift into sleep.

"Yeah?" the blonde paused at the doorway. He looked strangely like Henry when he was halfway asleep.

"I'm glad I didn't die," He mumbled before promptly falling asleep.

"So am I," she whispered softly. She then left the room, joining the rear of the team for a cup of much-needed coffee.

A/N: I hope you liked that. I admit, it's kinda crappy, and I'm sorry for that. I'll try to update before the end of the holidays.