I am upset about the recent news regarding A.J. and Paget. I wish they could simply be on the show forever, and ever. However, that just isn't how the world works. I hope JJ gets a good sendoff in her final two episodes, and that Prentiss gets an equally amazing storyline during the upcoming Season Six (her last).

I also have to say that, no matter what happens to the show, I'll try to continue this fic as long as I possibly can.

(This is a reposted version of the chapter in order to make it more canonical. When I originally wrote this, Beth Griffith was the canonical name of the FBI Director, who was supposed to be portrayed by Mary Steenburgen in 5x18 "The Fight." For reasons unknown, all of her scenes were reshot with Jayne Atkinson as Section Chief Strauss – and for CM: Suspect Behavior the character was transformed into Jack Fickler (Richard Schiff), and the name was used for Janeane Garofalo's character instead.)

"Miss Garcia, tell Agent Jareau and Agent Prentiss, I need to see them in my office. Now." FBI Director Jack Fickler sounded after Garcia pressed the speakerphone button on JJ's phone. JJ had made her answer it after she realized who it probably was.

"Are you sure we can't push this to like tomorrow…or never?" Prentiss asked as JJ hid behind Garcia, who was sitting in JJ's desk chair.

"Now Agent Prentiss. Tell Agent Jareau to get up off the damn floor and stop hiding under her desk." Director Fickler commanded.

JJ immediately eased her way out from her new hiding place under the desk, knocking Garcia out of the desk chair. "We'll be right there Director."

Ten minutes later, after stopping for some Chex Mix in the FBI cafeteria, JJ and Prentiss made their way into the office of Director Fickler, and took their seats across the desk from the balding man.

"You know what you're here for, right Agents?" Director Fickler handed JJ a glass bowl filled with hard candy. "Werther's?"

JJ reached for the caramel candy, but her hand was immediately swatted back by Prentiss. "No JJ."

"Okay Director. We're negotiating. Have at it!" JJ exclaimed, pulling a bag of Chex Mix out of her pocket and nibbing on the pretzel pieces. "Woah, woah, woah. Wait up now." JJ then dropped the bag on the Director's desk, causing Chex to spill out of the bag and onto the Director's lap. "It was just a LITTLE fire. No one was injured. It was just for fun, a FUN fire!"

The Director and Prentiss shook their heads in shame.

"This isn't about the bathroom you set on fire last week. This is about the pool party you decided to have in the middle of the lobby last Saturday."

"Pool party?" JJ rhetorically asked, hoping the Director would suddenly forget.

Prentiss turned to JJ. "Dammit Jayje! We just had to have that damn pool party!"

"Oh. That pool party!" JJ said, smacking her forehead. "We meant to invite you Director. We just didn't think it was your scene, and Em said you would look terrible in swim trunks, and she didn't want you trying to rock a Speedo either."

"Agent Prentiss?" Fickler turned towards the woman in question.

"Yes Director?"

"Please go wait in my waiting room. I'll talk to you separately."

"Yes sir." Prentiss replied, getting up and exiting the office.

Fickler then looked at JJ, his eyes almost baring a hole through the blonde Agent's skull. "Agent Jareau, I'm giving you one more chance to come clean."

"I did nothing Director. Nothing. Except for the fire. I did do that."

Fickler sighed. "Besides renting a huge blow-up pool and placing in the lobby of the FBI Academy, and inviting the trainees to come party 'wit da B-A-to-the-izzu', you also urinated in said pool."

"Wait. So you don't care about arson, placing a gigantic blow-up pool in the Academy lobby, or me spilling Chex Mix on your lap, but you care about me peeing in a pool? Come on Director!"

"I'm sorry Agent Jareau, I can't have such unsanitary behavior happening within my Agency. In two days, you're fired. Consider it a courtesy that I'm giving you time to clean out your office and say your goodbyes. Send Agent Prentiss in on your way out."

Fifteen Minutes Later

As JJ was starting to clean out her office, Prentiss hesitantly knocked on the door.

"Can you believe he fired me, and told me I have two extra days? I'd rather just leave now, two days just makes it painful."

Prentiss placed a hand on JJ's shoulder. "About that. You might want to sit down."

"No. No. I can feel what coming on. I'd rather stand for this crap."

"He didn't fire me."

"WHAT?"

"He just took away my paid vacation."

"Emily. Out."

"What?"

"Get out."

"Okay. I'm bisexual."

"Get out of my office. I don't want to talk to you again. You went skinnydipping, and I was fired over a natural bodily function. Stop announcing your sexuality and get the hell out of my office."