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Hotch pressed a hand to his forehead in discomfort at the self inflicted pounding, as he slowly walked up the few steps to his office. He should never have brought the alcohol in to the mix last night.

JJ was anything but a lightweight when it came to drinking, and he knew her petite frame had always been misleading in many in different ways, but even as JJ downed the warming liquid in one go, last night she needed a friend, and if it meant suffering one of the worst hangovers in his life, so be it.

When he woke that morning, JJ was already up, washing some of her clothes she had in her go-bag in the trunk of her car, from the team's last case and a few of Henry's small outfits she managed to grab.

After instructing her to take the day off, they negotiated that she'd be in the office at ten for briefing after taking Henry to the Bureau day-care.

So he left to take Jack to school then straight to work, unsure whether or not the horrible feeling he had was because of the amount of alcohol he had consumed or because his team was about to hit a rough patch.

Opening his office door, he wasn't surprised to see one particular person waiting for him. "Garcia, please tell me you haven't been here all night?"

"What's going on Hotchner?" The technical analyst glared at her boss with her arms crossed.

Shaking his head, Hotch placed his brief case on his desk before hanging up his coat. "It's really not my place Garcia."

"But they're okay?" The red head asked in concern.

Nodding, the profiler took a seat behind the wooden desk, placing a hand on his throbbing head. "JJ and Henry are fine, she was just upset. Look Garcia, it's really not my place to discuss JJ's personal life and I know how much she hates gossip..."

Garcia began pacing in front of the desk, her mind obviously racing over how to continue. Mumbling to herself, the analyst kept glancing to the unit chief worryingly. "She left Will?"

"That was her line of thought last night." Hotch answered slowly, trying his best to ignore the pain shooting through his head.

Garcia stopped walking back and forth over the small floor place, and eyed the profiler curiously. "Are you hung-over?"

"Never drink with a pissed off Pennsylvanian." Hotch moaned as he waited for Garcia to speak about whatever was actually on her mind.

Nervously, Garcia tapped her foot, her mumbling became more coherent after she'd finished pursing her lips in thought. "She's going to get through this, we'll help her."

The eccentrically dressed woman, looked the through the unit chief's office blinds noting that the bullpen was slowly filling up. Sighing heavily, Garcia dragged her eyes back to Hotch's. "JJ's a tough person Garcia. She'll be in for briefing, just don't make a big fuss over her okay?"

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I know this chapter is a little short and a bit of a filler, but the next chapter is longer and all I can say is that, Prentiss has some 'splaining to do!

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