Morgan and Prentiss took seats across from JJ, who did not even glance at them.
"Hey, girl. What's up," Morgan asked. No response. He waved his hand in her face a bit, said," JJ, I'm talking to you."
She sighed, finally turned toward them. "What?"
"We just wanted to check on you," Prentiss said innocently.
"This has nothing to do with money," Morgan added.
JJ suddenly went from pouty to skeptical. "Hm?"
Prentiss kicked Morgan in the shin.
"Ow! What the hell was that for?!?"
Prentiss rolled her eyes. "Ignore him. You can talk to us."
JJ sighed again, "I just don't understand why Rossi gets vaca every other week, while I work week after week after week aft..."
"We got it," Morgan said, "Is that all?"
"Yep. Not that big a deal."
"Ha," Prentiss exclaimed in victory, holding out her hand to Morgan.
"Dammit!" Morgan pulled out the crisp Hamilton that the Arby's cashier had given him yesterday for change.
JJ's glare was icier than anything that they had ever seen. It even rivaled the iciest stare of the King of Glares himself.
"Oh my," Prentiss said, "I believe it is time to leave." They rushed back to their former seats and sat quietly for the rest of the flight.
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Brrrrring! Brrrring!
"Hello," Hotch said shortly after answering his cell. "Rossi... Yes... Uh-huh... You idiot... We are going to Boston, we'll come for you after the case... Hey, I wasn't the one that told you to take a vacation or shoot moose in Canada... Oh, cry me a river... Bye."* Hotch snapped the phone shut, and looked up to four pairs of eyes staring at him. "Rossi got arrested."
JJ snorted, then continued gazing out the window. Prentiss and Morgan looked at each other, then busted out laughing. Reid had fallen asleep, again.