Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the DVDs. I don't own the Redskins or the Cowboys, either.

Author's Note: My apologies to any Redskins' fans for anything I may have gotten incorrect. I tried to keep most of it vague. I'd apologize to any Cowboys' fans, but hey, you're the ones rooting for the Cowboys. LOL. One final note: GO STEELERS!

Convert, Crown, Heart

"Hotch!" JJ exclaimed as soon as he answered his phone.

Hotch was instantly alarmed. It was the Sunday evening of a peaceful weekend. "JJ, is everything okay?"

"No. Is your cable on?"

Hotch froze. "Is my- what?"

"Is your cable working?" she asked, exasperatedly. "The 'Skins-Cowboy games is about to begin and my cable's still not working from this afternoon's storms. Can I borrow your television? Please?"

"Um, sure, I guess."

"Oh, thank you! Thank you! Henry and I will be over there in ten minutes."

Hotch stared at the phone after he placed it on the table, still bewildered by the call. He hadn't moved from his position by the time Jack came into the living room several minutes later. Jack looked from his father to the phone and back again, confused.

"Are you okay, Daddy?" Jack asked Hotch.

Hotch shook his head to clear it. "Ah, yeah. Miss JJ's coming over to watch the football game. She's bringing Henry. Why don't you go to your room and grab some toys that you can play with Henry?"

"Okay, Daddy."

"Remember, he's still little so get toys that Henry can play," Hotch called after him as Jack ran to his room. He glanced around the room, but found nothing out of place for him to clean to take away his nervous energy. He really hadn't had anyone from the team over to his apartment for longer than ten minutes at a time.

Hotch was rooting around in his cupboard looking for snacks when the doorbell rang. He took a deep breath before opening the door. JJ stood before him, wearing a burgundy football jersey with the number "21" on it. She was holding Henry on her hip and a bag on her shoulder. Henry was wearing a matching jersey. He smiled widely when he saw Hotch.

"Thank you so much for doing this!" JJ gushed entering the apartment. "I cannot believe my cable is out on tonight of all nights! I mean, it's the Cowboys!"

"And I'm guessing that means something?" Hotch asked her.

JJ paused from putting Henry down on the floor in the living room. She chuckled as she turned to him and patted his chest. "Oh, Hotch. I will convert you to a 'Skins fan by the end of this game, you just wait and see."

"Can I get you something to drink?" Hotch offered.

"I'll take anything you got." JJ hugged Jack when he entered the room, wearing a crown on his head from a fast food restaurant. She settled the two boys in while Hotch grabbed the all something to drink and snack on. They settled on the couch while the boys played with Jack's cars.

"So, can I ask why you called me instead of anyone else from the team?" Hotch asked after a few minutes of silence.

JJ shifted, uncomfortably. "What do you mean? You're the first one I thought of. You don't mind, do you?"

"No!" Hotch said a bit too forcefully. "I'm just- It's not like I'm known for being the fun one on the team. I'm just curious. There's no way I'm the first."

JJ blushed. "You actually were the only call I made, but you're right in that I did take everyone else into consideration. But, well, okay, here's the thing: Garcia spends the whole time talking about the uniforms and the players' butts. Emily spends half the game lamenting that women in sports aren't as revered. Morgan thinks he knows everything about the game. Reid treats it like a science experiment and Rossi, well, is Rossi."

Hotch laughed aloud and JJ reveled in the rare sound. "Well, whatever the reason, I am glad you're here."

Hotch leaned back into the couch, settling in while JJ moved to the edge of the couch as the game started. He watched JJ as much as he watched the game. Hotch couldn't remember a time when she was more animated than watching this game. She jumped between cheering for the Redskins and berating their playing skills to booing the Cowboys at the top of her lungs. Hotch was completely mesmerized by her.

By the end of the first quarter, the Redskins were up 7-3. Hotch took both boys and laid them in Jack's bed. It took three stories before they were drifting off to sleep. Hotch hurried back into the living in the middle of the second quarter. JJ had her hands in her hair, pulling tight. He glanced at the score to see it had switched to 10-7, Cowboys. The fury in JJ's eyes kept him off the couch and in the chair.

"Hell, yeah, that's right!" JJ shouted as the half came to an end with a touchdown by the 'Skins. JJ looked over at Hotch and found him smiling at her. She felt herself flush all over. "What?"

Hotch pulled at his collar. "It's really good to see you enjoying the game."

"I'm scaring you, aren't I?"

"No-o."

JJ folded her arms. "Uh-huh. That's why you're all the way over there."

"I just wanted to give you some space. Your heart is really into this game." After a few moments under JJ's scrutinizing eye, he moved to sit next to her.

"See, I don't bite... much," JJ teased, placing her hand on his knee. Hotch felt himself tense as the warmth of her hand sunk into his skin. He shivered slightly when she removed her hand, but JJ didn't seem to notice. They made small talk about the boys and the team until the game came back on. JJ's laser focus snapped to the television once again.

JJ sat shoulder to should with Hotch as the third quarter began. He found himself unable to resist getting caught up in the game as her energy transferred to him. By the end of the third quarter with the game at 17-14, Cowboys, Hotch was screaming almost as loud as JJ. They were both bouncing on the couch in anticipation of the fourth quarter.

The fourth quarter started with a field goal by the Redskins to bring the game tied at 17. It remained that way throughout the quarter. JJ was gripping Hotch's arm tightly as clock wound down. The Redskins' quarterback threw up the ball with two seconds to go, landing gracefully into the arms of the wide receiver who tripped his way into the end zone, winning the game. JJ and Hotch both jumped from the couch simultaneously. She leapt into his arms, hugging him tightly.

Hotch leaned down and kissed her, spontaneously, getting caught up in the exuberance of the moment and the feel of her curves against his body. He tried to jerk away when he realized what he had done, but was stopped by JJ's hands on the back of his neck.

"I'm sorry," Hotch whispered.

"For what?" JJ asked, her voice just as low.

"For kissing you."

"You shouldn't." JJ smiled as he looked at her questioningly. "My cable isn't out."

Hotch felt a smile creep slowly across his face as the meaning behind her statement sank in.

"You are a devious woman," Hotch told her. "I like that about you."

JJ drew his face down for another sensual kiss. "Why don't you sit down on the couch and I'll show you just how devious I can be?"

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