Phones. The ringing behind her would not stop, nor would the building migraine pulsing in her head. Eyes still shut, JJ turned slightly, recollecting herself and sitting up straight in the chair. The blonde agent rubbed her eyes and neck, hoping to relieve some of the tension caused by sleeping the wrong way. She glanced around the space, she was back in the precinct. She was slowly trying to recall what events brought her from the bar to the station house.

Emily.

JJ was suddenly very awake, eyes darting around the square room. Reid was tapping a blue expo marker to his lips, while staring at a map on a cork board along the far wall. Hotch and Rossi were in a quiet, calm discussion in the other corner. JJ's eyes then darted to the wall on her right, the clear glass allowing her to see Morgan pacing the hall; JJ guessed he was on call with Garcia. She could see him lean back slightly, his smiling mouth slightly open.

"How could he be laughing right now?" Anger replaced frustration as she wondered why no one was as upset as she that Emily was missing. The lack of desperation to find their crime fighter was concerning to JJ, and frankly quite appalling that no one seemed to care.

The table she had been lying on was littered with coffee cups from past late nights the team stayed up through. On her left, there was a room temperature coffee cup with her name on an attached sticky note, the loose cursive telling her Reid was kind enough to have it ready for her. In a moment of passion and sheer disbelief, JJ abruptly stood up and flung the cup, liquid and all, across the room, shattering it against the wall into the space between Reid, Hotch, and Rossi.

No one said a word, everyone just stared at JJ, as she looked around. Morgan hung up the phone and ran into the room, "Jayje, what the hell?" Her eyes continued to move around the room, still in wonderment that no one was doing anything. They knew Emily was missing, yet no one was doing anything about it.

"Hey, what's going on in here?" Emily asked, questioning the silence as she entered the still room from the hall. JJ could not turn around fast enough, yet she felt frozen in place. Relief replaced anger as JJ took in the brunette vision 5 feet from her.

"Em!" JJ exclaimed, running toward Emily and enveloping her in a bone crushing hug. Hotch finally recovered from JJ's outburst and realized how sleep deprived everyone must have been. Two days with a couple of hours of sleep was not helping them find their unsub any faster. "Everyone, lets head back to the hotel, we are not going to get any further tonight. I expect everyone back here by tomorrow at 9. JJ, hallway. Now."

The blonde watched as everyone passed her, heading to their cars. She leaned further into Emily, not ready for her to leave again. Hotch's booming voice to move out into the hall was the only thing able to tear her off of her favorite person. Emily stroked her arm and gave a reassuring wink, still unsure of what was going on. Emily was in an interrogation room with a potential unsub, but it was weird coming back to a silent room, all eyes searching JJ. The brunette stepped out of the room ahead of JJ and went to start the car, waiting on her blondie to finish up.

"JJ what just happened?" Hotch stated slightly angry, but JJ knew he was just concerned behind his harsh persona.

"I…I—" JJ looked anywhere but into Hotch's eyes. The woman who battled press like it was the easiest thing in the world, talked down serial killers, and could kill without second thought could not figure out how to answer that simple question. She threw a cup because she was angry. They were supposed to be experts on human behavior, yet Aaron could not put that together? JJ felt herself getting riled again because she did not want to relive through Emily being drugged and dragged off again. Where was the team? Why couldn't they have protected her?

"You let Emily get taken!" She finally summarized to the team leader.

"What are you talking about JJ?" Hotch's brow furrowed.

"The club! We finally catch a break and you let her drag Em off! I don't remember how we got her back, but how could you let her get dragged off? I couldn't get to her fast enough, but you were right outside. You were outside Hotch!" JJ felt her eyes start to burn, and as much as she tried to hold back her tears, one slipped down her cheek. Hotch started to piece together what JJ's delusion was about, Emily was back in the club a second time.

"JJ, we caught a suspect last night at the club. Emily never went back. She is ok. You are both safe. Take a deep breath, go back to the hotel and get some sleep. It was all a dream, but I don't want to see you here until 10 am tomorrow. Got it? You need some more rest" Hotch gave one of his rare smiles and patted her arm reassuringly. JJ rubbed her eyes again, she knew she was tired, but that "dream" felt so real. She could feel the nervous sweat dripping down her back when Emily accepted the invitation to dance. She remembered the vivid pain of digging her nails into her hands when Emily said her last name. The feeling of sheer panic when Nat put some powder in the drink and when Emily couldn't hear the ear piece to stop was more real than any dream. Hotch continued to stare at JJ while she put together the pieces of the night.

"For what it's worth, I wouldn't push your feelings aside so quickly, give her a chance and see if You have a chance before you discredit yourself" Garcia's voice replayed again in her head. JJ's eyes lit up in realization, she may actually have a chance with the brunette, and that vivid dream was just her mind reminding her of that fact. Remembering all the details from the dream as though one of reality was still slightly nerve wrecking, for it seemed so real but at least some things were more clear now. Plus, one more hour to clear her head was its own blessing. JJ nodded her head in Hotch's direction to display her understanding and quickly turned to walk out the front door, into Emily's awaiting car.

Silence filled the vehicle and carried them to the hotel lobby. Once the elevator doors shut, Emily pulled the emergency stop and blocked JJ from undoing it.

"What happened Jayje?" Emily asked, wrapping her arms around the small blonde's frame, once she saw her tearing up.

"I thought you were gone" JJ released with a cry, letting her emotions overcome her. JJ started shaking while she sobbed in the taller womans arms, relieved she was ok. "I dreamt you were undercover and you got drugged and the unsub took you. I am so sorry I couldn't get to you fast enough" JJ managed to choke out.

"Shh-shh-it was just a dream," Emily started stroking her hair, sliding them down to the floor, "I am here. We are both ok. No one took me, cause you know if they did—" Emily waited until JJ lifted her head so they made eye contact. "-I would have had to kill them. God forbid you got ahold of them, oh I would want to put them out of their suffering." JJ chuckled at that and nodded in agreement. Emily began to stand back up, pulling JJ up by her arms.

"Are you ok now?" Emily asked in complete seriousness.

"I am now." JJ nodded, releasing the emergency button. Emily smiled at the shorter woman and entwined their fingers as they walked back to the hotel room.

After the lights were turned out for some time, JJ still couldn't fall asleep. After listening to Emily's breathing, she knew they were both up. "Em?"

"Yes?"

"You know what is still bothering me?"

"Hmm?"

"How vivid everything in that dream was. Are you sure it wasn't real? I mean I can still remember the smells of the club and I know Natalie from somewhere." Emily sat up, hearing that name, but JJ didn't need to know about her past.

"What did she look like?"

JJ described the woman in such vivid detail, Emily could not believe JJ knew her Natalie. There was no doubt in her mind that it was not her ex-girlfriend. Why JJ knew her was the main thing confusing the brunette agent, but the further she pressed the more suspicious JJ would get.