JJ and Prentiss leaned against the counter at the coffee shop, discussing on what to do. Both women were armed, and knew a coffee shop robbery was most likely an unprepared unsub.
"Should we get him now, or wait till he runs out of the coffee shop," JJ asked, eyeing the robber who was waving his pistol around the air. Looking around the shop, they're were only three other people, two businesses women and a college student.
"Let's just get it over with," Prentiss said, waiting a minute till they slowly rose off the ground. "Freeze! FBI" Prentiss boomed, with JJ behind her. The robber froze in his tracks, dropped the bag, and bolted for the door. Of course he wouldn't go easy, JJ thought as she bolted out the door to follow Prentiss.
Twenty minutes later, JJ was hunched over the squad car. The unsub gave both agents a run for the money, through the local park, causing JJ to run through the dirt, mud, trash, and slim of the city in stocking feet. Prentiss had lowered the perp into the car, and now the two were waiting for Morgan to pick them up.
"Are your feet okay, they look pretty red," Prentiss asked. JJ frowned, but nodded her head. "They hurt but I'll live unfortunately."
Morgan pulled up, and the woman scrambled to get into the car. "So I heard you two went on a coffee run, literally," he smirked, noticing the women covered in sweat, with their hair messed up.
"At least I don't have to go to the gym today," Prentiss joked. JJ however stayed silent. "You okay blondie," Morgan asked. JJ paused before answering.
"You know what I need? For this day to be over," she sighed. Prentiss glanced at the dashboard clock,
"Well it's half past noon now, so only six more hours" she smiled. Not soon enough, JJ thought as they pulled back into the parking garage.
Two hours had passed and no one had gone near the scowling blonde, who was furiously writing case reports. Hotch was even concerned, and pulled Prentiss into his office to ask what was going on with their media liaison.
"It's just an unlucky day for her Hotch" Prentiss explained to the senior agent. Hotch shook his head, not understanding fully.
"Today has been a great day. No one has been viciously murdered. We haven't h
ad to go ship off somewhere yet, and the cafeteria is serving grilled cheese," he reasoned. Prentiss arched his eyebrows. "There big things, that she already anticipates. Little things in life help the day goes smoother. Certain things in life that we assume will work out make our unpredictable life a bit saner," she explained. Hotch shrugged and nodded, "you do have a point there Prentiss."