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Garcia was a woman on a mission. Her two best friends were being thick headed and just plain dumb. She was sick of seeing them lonely and sad, and it needed to be over. The problem was, Garcia wasn't quite sure how to go about making them realize they both liked each other. Her only idea so far was to just blurt it out, but she couldn't betray their confidence in her like that. What she needed were minions to help.

"Derek Morgan! I need you pronto, bring Boy Wonder." Garcia hung up the phone and immediately went back to pacing her office. Not two minutes later – which felt like years to Garcia – Morgan and Reid walked in, baffled at what was going on. Garcia didn't even give them a second to speak before jumping in. "So, we need to fix this. I am sad they are sad. I don't like my friends sad. Their sadness makes me sad, and angry. I am not fun to be around when I'm angry, so if I'm sad and angry, you will be sad and angry. Do you see my problem here?"

Morgan and Reid appeared utterly confused. "Baby Girl, I...I have no idea what you just said."

"I'm also very confused right now." Reid sputtered out.

"I will scream." Garcia warned.

"Baby Girl, don't scream." Morgan said with a laugh. "Just tell us what is going on."

"How do you not know! You're profilers. Its your jobs to notice things like this."

"I...you gonna have to give us some sort of clue."

"I can't!" Garcia whined as she flopped down in her chair. "I can't say without breaking trust. You could guess! That's it, you have to guess."

"Guess what? We don't have any clue what your talking about." Reid stated.

"For a genius, kid you are dumb."

"Garcia!" Reid protested while Morgan just chuckled to himself.

"He's right Baby Girl, you gotta give us some sort of hint."

"Pay more attention to the women on our team!" Garcia yelled. "And get out of my office!" With that, she shoved the boys out and slammed the door. "Useless, no help at all." She muttered to herself.

Emily looked up from her paperwork and caught Reid staring at her for the third time that morning. Frowning at him, she got up to refill her coffee cup. He watched her the entire way to the break room.

"What the hell is up with Reid?" Emily asked Hotch.

Hotch stepped away from the coffee pot letting Emily get a cup and looked back at Reid. Quickly – and very obviously – Reid looked away. "I'm not sure." Hotch said watching Reid squirm under his gaze. As annoying and confusing it was, it was also highly amusing. "Your mother is in my office." Hotch spoke calmly to Emily. The change in her demeanor was immediate. She almost spat out her coffee, stood up straight, shook her hair back out of her face, and tried to remain clam.

"I'm sorry what? My mother? My mother is in your office?" Hotch nodded. "Why?"

"She wants our help on a case. A man was kidnapped by what she believes to be the russian mob."

"Wha...okay."

"I wanted to warn you before I informed the rest of the team."

"Yeah, thanks."

Emily followed Hotch begrudgingly out of the break room and avoided the teams gaze as Hotch informed them of the case. She felt every one of their eyes on her at the mention of Ambassador Prentiss, none more so than JJ's. Emily stood up straight and ignored it as best she could. If nothing else, she was used to getting attention at the mention of her mother. She hated it, but it was familiar territory.

Her russian was terrible. God, how is it that she forgot so much when she could easily pick up other languages. Her mother was nearly perfect in russian, a fact that she reminded Emily of more than once. Emily could feel JJ's gaze on her as she spoke to her mother. She couldn't tell which was more awkward, both women made her feel like hiding in a broom closet.

"Emily am I boring you?" Her mother asked.

"What? No Mother, not at all."

"Then what exactly is your problem?"

"I..nothing."

"Emily Elizabeth Prentiss, do not lie to me. I may not have been the most fantastic mother in the world, but I can sure as hell tell when you are lying to me."

"Its...its nothing Mother, lets just focus on this case. There is a man's life at stake."

"I am going to expect you to tell me what is going on eventually. Does it have to do with that southern detective?"

"I..." Emily just wanted to get her mother off her back. Before she even realized she had said it, the words were out of her mouth. "Yes actually. I'm going on a date with him."

"You're what!" She heard a shocked and angry voice from behind her. Turning, she met the eyes she had been working so hard to avoid for weeks now. JJ looked furious, then quickly mashed her lips together and informed them Morgan had found something and stalked away.

"She's an interesting one." Ambassador Prentiss commented as her daughter looked on horrified after JJ.

"Ambassador and Agent Prentiss are on their way Hotch." JJ spat out as she opened his door, then turned to leave.

"JJ! Wait." Hotch stopped her. Huffing JJ paused, holding the door open impatiently. "Are you alright?"

"What? I'm...yeah Hotch I'm fine."

"You don't seem fine."

"Well...I am."

"JJ, if you need to talk you can come to me, even if its personal. Whatever it is that's going on between you and Emily needs to be worked out and soon."

"What? Hotch I..."

"JJ, I've been a profiler for a long time, and I've known you for years, while its not technically my business what you do when you leave this office, so long as it doesn't interfere with your work, I do care about you. I've noticed how tense things have become between the two of you."

"Hotch..."

"JJ, for gods sake ask her out."

Completely and utterly baffled JJ just stood staring at Hotch with her mouth open. "I...umm..." She had absolutely no idea how to respond to that.

"I've got a pretty strong feeling she'll say yes, and if not, it may be awkward for a while, but at least you'll have tried."

"Hotch aren't there rules about..."

"Interoffice relationships?" Hotch asked. JJ nodded. "Technically, but as long as you two could work together, I don't really see a problem with it."

"She's dating LaMontange." JJ admitted, almost tearing up.

"How do you know?"

"I just heard her tell her mother."

"Have you spoken to Ambassador Prentiss yet at all?"

"Not really."

"Well, I've known her for years, it could easily be a ruse, if its not, well then its her loss."

Tearing up a little, JJ smiled. "Thanks Hotch that...it means a lot."

"Anytime JJ." Hotch gave her a rare smile and a moment to get herself together before heading over to the conference room to meet the team. Shit. JJ thought. I must really fucking like her. Straightening her shoulders, checking to make sure her face wasn't red, JJ plastered on a brave front and walked out.