JJ made an attempt to slam the door in his face but he was too quick and grabbed it. "JJ, please just listen to me."

"NO!"

"JJ please let me explain."

"JUST GO BACK TO YOUR WIFE!"

She grabbed a bottle of wine and drank… not bothering to get a glass.

Though it was Hotch and JJ's anger that had made them leave the movies early, it was their jealousy that had caused it. Hotch felt a pang he had never felt before when JJ was flirting with the Detective in New Orleans. She had given him her card and, when she looked at Hotch afterward, he assumed it had been for his own benefit. He didn't think she would have done anything with LaMontagne but when he saw the text messages on her cell at the movies, he knew it was something more. He'd dragged her outside and demanded to know what was going on. He must have scared her because she demanded he take her home. She was out of the car before it stopped.

"Just tell me… is something going in with you two?"

"This isn't fair… You have a wife and I can't even have some guy to flirt with!?"

"JJ I'm married… there's a difference." He grabbed her arm before the bottle could hit her lips again and pulled it out of her hands.

" 'My marriage is over,' he says… 'I'll leave her soon,' he says. What a hypocrite! I've never known someone with so many double standards."

"JJ… I thought you were trying to make me jealous… I've been trying to do the same thing."

"I WAS!" she yelled.

"You were? Past tense?... JJ those texts were very recent."

"I was… when I gave him the card I knew you were watching. And then he rang me and… we talked… and it was nice and we've kept in touch."

"You have feelings for him?" He really didn't want to know the answer.

JJ bit her lip. "I love you… but, yes… I think I have feelings for him." Hotch exhaled. JJ buried her head in his chest. "Why can't it be as easy as it was?"

"Because life's not easy… because we're being punished?... I dunno."

"Will you stay with me tonight?"

"Yes."

"Promise?"

"Don't you trust me?"

The problem was that she did. Too much. And she always would. The sad thing was that, as they made love and fell asleep in each others arms, both knew it was probably for the last time.