JJ tugged at her cardigan until it wrapped around her completely. She recognized the action as an unconscious attempt to shield herself, rather than trying to warm herself up despite the fact that she was cold. It was also a way to avoid eye contact with the elevator's other occupant.

"You don't have to go upstairs. No one would blame you for being too tired after that." 'That' being two and a half hours in Andi's office, going over everything from the moment she was taken to the night of the rescue. Hotch had been there the whole time except for ten minutes when she'd asked him for coffee and something to eat. She'd only picked at the bagel when he'd returned, but she used the time while he was gone to inform Andi about the way the auction worked and the few details about her own post-auction experience she felt were necessary. Despite the fact that Hotch knew what had happened, when it came down to it she couldn't share that part of her report in front of him.

"I promised Reid. I already put him off from visiting yesterday." Garcia had been gone when Hotch had dropped her off the day before. She'd answered Reid's call and spoken with him, but the idea of letting anyone else into her home right then was too much. She couldn't disappoint him again.

The trip to the sixth floor was a quick one, even from the sub basement where Human Trafficking was located. It was too quick for JJ, who despite her promise wasn't sure she was ready to face the whole team at once.

"I'm going to get some coffee. Did you want some?" It would give her a few minutes, and help her warm up.

"I should check my messages." He walked part way to the bullpen alcove, though, taking a circular route to his office until he saw that the corner where the coffee pot was was empty. "You know where I am if you need me."

"Pretty sure you haven't moved your office in the past couple of months." As JJ watched him walk away she scanned the rest of the bullpen. Little had changed in her absence, except for the fact that Emily's desk was cleared and the desk next to it, which had been empty months ago, now had a tall stack of files, a small clock and an FBI Academy mug filled with pens on the surface. Seaver's, she would assume.

She kept her back to the corner of the room as she poured her coffee, watching the agents as they moved around the room. None of them paid attention to her, except Anderson who paused and nodded a greeting. She nodded back, and used the pretence of looking for sugar to turn away before he decided to come over.

"Now there's a sight for sore eyes." The voice wasn't close enough to worry her, but she did find herself taking a step back out of habit.

"Rossi. Hey." She managed what felt like a normal smile when he stopped a couple of feet away, just a little more space than he normally would have given her. "I was craving some bad coffee, and this is the first place I thought of coming."

"You're in luck today, then. I'm pretty sure Reid made the last pot." He carried his own mug, but didn't seem in a hurry to fill it up. She wondered if he really needed coffee, or had just used it as an excuse to come over when he'd seen her. Then again no one on the team needed an excuse to come over to the coffee pot; caffeine was a common addiction for all of them.

"Great." She added a second packet of sugar and enough fake creamer to cover the taste; for all of his genius coffee making seemed to be a skill the evaded Reid. "Thanks, by the way, for the basket of fruit."

"Well if you insist on eating a piece of fruit and calling it breakfast you should at least have the good stuff." It was a conversation they'd had a dozen times, in hotel rooms around the country, since JJ wasn't much of a breakfast person and Rossi didn't think a day was off to a good start unless there was sausage or bacon to be had. It was comforting, the little things that didn't change.

"I'll take an apple over fat and grizzle any day, thanks." She smiled at him as she took a sip of her coffee, the extra sugar almost covering the acidity of FBI coffee. Now she remembered why the coffee on campus that everyone complained about had never phased her.

"It's called protein, kiddo. It's good for you." He filled his own mug, then, boldly taking a sip without anything to alter the flavor. "Unlike this, which is only slightly better than drinking gasoline."

"It's not that..." She looked down at her mug and wrinkled her nose. "Yeah, you're probably right."

"You've been missed around here," Rossi commented as he watched her pour out the coffee and get out the can of pre-ground beans to start a fresh pot.

"And not just for your coffee. I know you're not ready to make any decisions right now but if you decide to rejoin the team we'd all be overjoyed. And if there's any squeaky wheels that need to be taken care of I'm your man." He tilted his head in the general direction of Strauss' office.

"I can't think much past tomorrow and Henry coming home." She tried not to think too much about the last few yesterdays, either.

"And that's all you should be thinking about right now. Just remember that doors are open to you, whenever you're ready." He touched his hand to her shoulder, moving slowly enough for her to stop him, if she needed. She didn't, but appreciated his awareness even as she hoped he didn't understand why she was more cautious than usual about touch.

"JJ?" Reid, like Garcia, moved quickly and without reserve when it came to touching her. She barely had a chance to register that he was there before he was hugging her. He was so distinctly himself, though, that she couldn't confuse him with anyone else in her memories. He didn't threaten her, but she did find the emotion to be a little overwhelming.

"I'm not going to disappear if you let go, Spence. I promise." She patted his back, hoping to reassure him the same way she would comfort Henry. By the time he let go Rossi had already crossed the bullpen.

"I haven't seen you in eight weeks, not since..."

"I know," she said softly, steeling herself not to betray any emotion. The last time they'd seen each other had been at Emily's funeral. Reid still didn't know that what they'd buried was a casket of bricks, just like he hadn't known until a few days ago that she wasn't with Justice. Everything in her life right now felt like a lie. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you."

"I miss her. I missed you too. Everyone keeps leaving." He let go of her, but didn't move very far away, as if afraid she really would leave if he wasn't close enough to stop her.

"I'm not going anywhere. Henry's coming home tomorrow and he's going to want to see his godfather. I was hoping we could bring back Thursday night dinners, just you and me and Henry." It was a suggestion that she hadn't expected to make, at least not this soon. The way Reid's face brightened, though, made the offer worth it. Thursday was almost a week away; things should be calmed down by then.

"Really? Because I found this documentary about underwater animals that I bought because it's all completely factual but it's made for kids by the National Geographic. Some guy named Dudley Moore narrates it. His voice is very soothing. I could bring it and some Chinese food if you don't want to have to cook. Does seven o'clock still sound like a good time? I know Henry will have to adjust to the time change and everything but at his age that shouldn't be too difficult of a transition."

JJ, glad that the topic had shifted to food and Henry, let Reid talk until he ran out of breath. All she had to do was nod and agree that seven was a fine time, and he was off again about the learning developments in two and a half year olds. He read far more child psychology books than she did, and remembered them all.

"Let me get us some coffee," she offered, filling mugs for both of them. It was a more relaxing visit than she'd expected. A few well timed comments and he'd talk for the next half hour at least, she knew.

"I've missed you, Spence. Why don't you catch me up on what's been happening?" JJ leaned against the counter and sipped her coffee as Reid talked. She didn't listen to everything he said but his voice did help her forget the hours of questions in Andi's office.