AN: Boooya twice in a week baby; P once again thanks so much for the kind0 reviews. I know its kinda short but…
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I don't own any of the characters displayed below, they are all the property of CBS, expect some of the minor characters
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Derek was starving; they had now been stuck for six hours. Penelope had generously shared a half-eaten box of crackers with the group. She aperently had all sorts of things in that big bag of hers. It had sated their hunger, but just bearably. Hunger weren't the only need making its approach. And even though it was close to impossible to sleep comfortable in the steel cabin (Emily the only one succeeding to do so for over 15 minutes) several of the passengers had started to nod a bit. JJ was even resting her head on Reid's shoulder, apparently she hadn't considered that simple action would prevent the young man from resting altogether, he was freakishly tense. Penelope had found an iPod somewhere in the bottomless deep that was her bag. Aeron was also, not sleeping, but sitting back with closed eyes. Dave and Derek were the only ones close to coherent. "So, FBI?" Morgan asked in an attempt to break the unnerving silence. Dave shrugged "yeah, you're a detective?" Morgan nodded and the two men sat silent for an eternety. Without his consent his eyes wandered to the sleeping Emily. Dave noticed Derek's interest in his younger colleague and allowed himself a little smug smile. "You know, she's not married or anything" machtmaker-dave commented. Derek chooses to ignore him.
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The first thing Emily noticed when she woke was the feeling of being watched. She looked around to find that it was Derek Morgan that was looking at her. She blushed and suddenly felt like a highs cool girl 'he's looking at me!!!' What was she doing? She hadn't known the man for 24 hours, let alone had talked to him. She looked up and met his eyes. After a minute she broke the contact. Her whole body was itching for her to sit down beside him and talk. Just talk, get to know this handsome stranger. But on the other hand, what if he was nothing like hoped? What if he turned out to be the biggest jackass at the face of the earth, worse than Poul Thomas? 'Well there's only one way to find out' she thought and gathered the famous Prentiss-courage and dropped down beside him.
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Rossi moved a little away from Derek and Emily in order of giving them the illusion of privacy. He looked around. JJ had finally fallen asleep and Reid was desperate trying to reach his jacket, which was still lying in corner where Emily had abandoned it. Rossi stood up and handed the young man the jacket. Together they moved the sleeping beauty from Spencer's aching shoulder to the jacket-based pillow on the floor. "Thanks" Reid mumbled once he was sure JJ would continue sleeping. "You're welcome" Dave answered. Time passed in awkward silence. Then Rossi's phone rang. But instead of answering he just looked at the caller ID and hung up. "My x-wife" he states answering Spencer's unsaid question "her calling does never bode well" both men were startled y the sound of JJ "you've been married?" Dave's phone had waked her up. "Yeah, three times" he admitted. "Three divorces? That's quite an achievement" JJ commented. Spencer snorted "I think getting three women to marry him is an achievement" for some reason JJ found herself blushing. Spencer didn't notice, but Dave did. Oh Dave did.
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Jack Hotchner had been six when the picture had been taken. At the moment Aeron couldn't remember exactly when or where. In the end it really didn't matter. Hayley wasn't in the picture, but if Aeron looked closely he could see her shadow in the left corner, she had stood beside him when he took the picture. "Is that your son?" Penelope asked and peered over his shoulder. "Yeah, jack- he's eight years old." Aeron answered and handed the photography to the bright woman "ahh, aren't he cute?" Garcia explained once she got a good look at the boy. The two other women in the elevator snapped their heads up, as some weird kind maternal reflex, as soon as they heard Pen's exclamation. "What is it?" Emily asked and before Aeron could do anything the picture was being passed around in the cabin. Garcia's patience was almost non-existent and she exclaimed"com on Hotch, spill it!" Aeron looked at her bewildered. He had really never had a nickname. Emily quickly picked it up "yeah, Hotch" in as desperate attempt to shift focus Hotch asked to the group "so, does any of you have any kids?" everyone was slightly surprised when it was JJ who nodded and pulled photography out from her purse. "My four year old, Henry" she commentated and passed the picture along.
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Spencer Reid was an idiot. It was now official. Off course a beautiful and sweet woman as Jennifer Jareau was married. He shell-shocked handed said picture to Dave. Couldn't even look at the boy. Emily then asked the question that was tearing Spencer apart: "his dad?" it was a innocent question, but when JJ answered it was with almost sobbing "he died, three years ago, in the line of duty" the iron fist that had invincibly squeezed oxygen out of his lungs. Of course he wasn't relieved that someone had died, but he was relieved that if he asked JJ out…
When the faithful speaker once again crackled everyone held their breaths. Please let it be good news. And it was. Josh Michael's omniscient voice filled the elevator "hey guys. How'ya doing? The technicians' says that they might be able to get you out in an hour or so
AN: don't worry I'm not nearly done ;) see yea