The team had been flying for about five minutes. JJ sat in the corner seat, arms folded, glancing out the window with a slight pouty face.
"What's up with her," Prentiss asked, looking over at Morgan.
Morgan responded in a hushed tone. "Bet you ten bucks she and Will got in a fight."
"You're on! But wait... how do we find out whether she did or not?"
"Ummm... err... well, someone is going to have to go talk to Godzilla over there, I suppose."
"Hell no!"
Morgan grinned. "I hear ya'! We could go together."
Prentiss sighed. "Oh, alright, if you insist."
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Meanwhile, Hotch and Reid were playing gin.
"So, where's the slacker," Reid asked.
Hotch grumbled a bit, but Reid didn't hear him. Didn't really matter to Reid, he had a different question now.
"Why is JJ sitting over there? She loves gin."
Hotch grumbled a bit more.
Wonder if he is even listening to me, Reid thought. Maybe I should test him.
"How's Haley?"
Hotch glared at him. "Never ask that again," he said coldly, without raising his voice.
"Alright, alright," Reid said, all bug-eyed now. "Gin!"
Hotch threw the cards across the table. "Bull shit!"