The team loaded onto the jet quickly, ready to get home and get some well-deserved rest. Morgan, Em, and Reid were centered around one of the tables. Em read a book while Morgan and Reid played poker.

"Ooo," Morgan said, raising his eyebrows a bit as he viewed his hand.

"Some poker face you have there," Reid said with an eye roll.

"If only you could see my hand, youngster," Morgan said arrogantly. Reid hated being taunted by him, but he also realized that it was usually Morgan's way of bluffing. Thank you, mad profiling skills, Reid thought to himself.

"Would you guys keep it down a little," Em said, "I'm trying to read."

Morgan sighed obnoxiously loud. "Oh, if you insist, little rich one." Em shot Morgan a glare. He flashed her a mega-watt smile. "Just messing with you, girl. We'll keep it to a dull roar."

"Thank you," Em said sweetly.

"Ha! Royal Flush," Reid yelled.

"Damn it," Morgan shouted, throwing his cards down.

Em sighed. Why can I never find any peace and quiet?

Meanwhile, JJ, Rossi, and Hotch were on the other side of the Learjet. JJ was sacked out on the couch, her favorite blanket covering her slumbering figure. Rossi and Hotch were at the table. Hotch watched her for a few minutes. He considered everything that happened on the case, but the thing that kept butting its way into his mind was her comment about not being his servant. She was right, he worked her too hard. Yet at the same time, it bothered him because it had never bothered her before. The fact that she hadn't spoken to him since the case ended didn't help matters. He wondered if there was something else there.

"Aaron," Rossi said, slight impatience ringing in his voice. "Earth to Aaron?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry. What's up?"

"You ok?"

"JJ had a rough time on the case."

"You can't solve every single thing with the team, Aaron. She'll be ok. You need to stop being so hard on yourself."

"I snapped at her."

"It happens. Apologize to her, if that is even necessary... Is it necessary?"

"She's pissed."

"Ok, then apologize. And if that isn't enough, do something to make it up to her. She admires you, Hotch, I'm sure it'll turn out ok. But until then, you need to take a page out of her book and get some sleep." Rossi looked at the bags under Hotch's eyes, they were brutal. "It has been a long couple of weeks, and you could definitely use some rest."

"Alright, Dave. Thanks."

"No problem."

"Nice to have you back, by the way."

Rossi threw his hands up in the air. "Well, it is about time somebody noticed that I was gone!"

Hotch smiled, then situated himself in his typical sleeping position (would hate to wrinkle the suit) and tried to catch a little shut-eye.

AN: Thanks to everyone that read and reviewed. Special thanks to everyone on the CBS Message Boards who read and supported my spoof and who are currently reading my fic. You guys are the reason why I continue to write.