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SONG PROMPT #25 – JJ/HOTCH

"Heartless At Best" - New Found Glory

"I'm afraid of the woods," JJ announced, walking into Hotch's office. He rose, standing in front of his desk, confusion written across his face. She stopped a few feet in front of him. "My desk is always littered with papers. My apartment is always littered with toys. I put off doing the dishes until the absolute last minute. I lied to my friends about the death of our friend and I lied again every time I pretended to feel bad about it. I don't feel bad about it and I'd do it again. I have a Cheetohs addiction and a fancy coffee addiction and I often combine the two."

She took a step closer, heaving a deep breath. "I didn't want to tell anybody about my break-up with Will because I didn't want to risk that they would figure out that the reason I stayed with him so long was that I was simply afraid of being alone. I don't miss him now that he's back in New Orleans, though I'm sad for Henry. The day I left the BAU was the second saddest day of my life, just behind the day my sister died."

"JJ, why are you telling me this?" Hotch asked her, quietly. His dark eyes

"Because I have one more confession to make: I came back only for you."

SONG PROMPT #26 - JJ/HOTCH

"My Happy Ending" - Avril Lavigne

"What is she doing?" Morgan asked, walking up the stairs in the bullpen where Reid, Prentiss, and Rossi were standing against the railing. They were peering into Hotch's office where they could see JJ dancing gingerly around, singing.

"According to Garcia, when she gets angry, she sings to girl empowerment music,"

Reid explained.

"Okay, but Avril Lavigne?"

Prentiss laughed. " You know Avril Lavigne?"

Morgan froze for half a second. "Shut up." He turned back to the office. "So, what's she angry about?"

"We're not really sure," Rossi told him.

Morgan slid his eyes sideways. "What's the buy-in?"

"Ten bucks," they all mumbled.

Morgan pulled a ten from his pocket and handed it to Reid. "Ten bucks says Hotch was reviewing her case write-ups again."

"He promised he wouldn't do that anymore," Reid protested. "Not since she dumped the Lo Mein noodles on his head."

"Well, what do you got?"

Rossi cleared his throat. "Reid thinks their argument over football escalated. Emily thinks he insulted her ability to be out in the field."

Morgan looked unsurprised by either of these responses. "And you?"

"Hormones," Prentiss and Reid answered for him.

"You're all wrong," a deep voice behind them said. They turned to see Hotch standing behind them with his arms crossed. "She's not angry. She's nesting and she's run out of things to clean at home."

Reid looked around. "So, who wins the bet?"

"I do," JJ huffed, walking out of Hotch's office. She held her hand out until Reid slapped forty bucks in her hand.

"Sorry, JJ," Reid, Prentiss, and Morgan muttered while Rossi looked on amused.

"Come on, honey," JJ called to Hotch as she waddled down the stairs. She tossed the others an annoyed look before turning to Hotch with a wink. "The team just bought us dinner."

SONG PROMPT #27 - JJ/HOTCH

"Hold On" - B*Witched

"Hey," JJ said, plopping down next to Hotch at the picnic table. The entire team was gathered for a Saturday afternoon of togetherness, complete with with lunch, volleyball, and now, tag football.

"Hey," he replied, stiffly.

She sighed. "Are you going to be mad at me forever?"

Hotch shrugged. "We were in the middle of... making love... and you got up and left. How am I suppose to take that? What's the proper amount of time to be mad?"

JJ sighed again, conceding his point. She watched Henry and Jack playing catch with Morgan for awhile before taking his hand in hers. She intertwined their fingers, slowing stroking his hand with her thumb. "Would it help if I blamed it on Peanut?"

He cocked his eyebrows at her, waiting for her to continue.

"What can I say?" JJ huffed. "I never liked peanut butter milkshakes until you knocked me up and Peanut demanded one right there and then." She put her free hand on his thigh and squeezed. "What if I make it up to you tonight?"

He grinned, a touch of heat behind his eyes. "One condition: bring a milkshake to bed with you. I don't want to be interrupted again."