A/N Thank you XoxMountaingirlxoX for all the promts. Here is one in action: JJ after shooting Battle. Please Review everyone! I hope you are all enjoying these fics!

JJ had been staring out the window of her office for the past hour at least, and had only gotten through about 5 case files in that time. It was getting late and the only person still there was Hotch. Morgan had taken Penelope home hours ago, and Reid and Rossi had left as soon as their reports were done.

She looked up to a knock on her door, "Hey, what are you still doing here? The rest of the team went home hours ago," Hotch said.

"I know... I just have all this paperwork and new case files to go through," her voice trailed off when she looked at the size of the pile of files in front of her.

"That pile looks about as big as it was when you started, so what's really up?" Hotch asked.

JJ sighed and looked away, "I didn't even think about it. I just took a man's life and didn't think twice as I pulled the trigger," she replied softly.

"You did what you had to do, JJ," Hotch said. "He had a hostage and you were the only one with a clear shot."

"I know. I know, but does that make it right?" she asked.

"Not thinking about it or actually pulling the trigger?" Hotch asked.

"I don't know, both I guess," she replied.

"Sometimes we have to take out the UnSub to save an innocent life. That's just the nature of the job, JJ. Whether it's right or wrong, that's what we do. As for not thinking about it, are you thinking about it now?" He asked.

"Yeah... I can't stop replaying it in my head..." JJ replied.

"Then you're okay. No matter how many times you pull that trigger, it never gets any easier. You just have to find a way to cope," Hotch told her.

"Well that's reassuring," she replied somewhat sarcastically, but mostly tierd.

"It should be reassuring. As someone I greatly admire once told me, if everything about the job bothers you, then you're okay. When you become numb to it, that's when you should leave," Hotch said.

JJ nodded and smiled a little bit. "Thanks Hotch," she said, pulling out a new file. Hotch nodded in reply.

"Those files will still be here tomorrow, why don't you go home and get some rest," Hotch told her, the exhaustion clear on her face.

JJ looked down at the files, and then back at Hotch, contemplating the offer. Her exhaustion gave out and she began packing up her files. "Thanks again Hotch," she said.

He gave her one of his rare half smiles, "Anytime, JJ."