Author's Note: Song Prompt #40 just might be turned into a longer fic at some point. Thanks to everyone who's reviewed so far!
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SONG PROMPT #38 – JJ/HOTCH
"Better Off Dead" - New Found Glory
How he ended up here, Hotch wasn't quite sure. He had agreed to go out with the rest of the team as part of their year long team rebuilding project. It wasn't his type of scene with the large crowd, loud music, and flashy lights. The minute he stepped inside, he vowed to stay no longer than an hour. That had been over three hours ago.
The seven of them had started out at a table in the front of the club. Morgan lasted half a drink before he was pulled onto the dance floor. Garcia lasted two songs before she followed him out there, pushing the young brunette out of her way.
Reid found himself engaged in an intense conversation with one of the bartenders over "Dr. Who." Prentiss and Rossi, both beat up emotionally on this last case, started a drinking contest that drew the interest of several clubbers.
That left just Hotch and JJ. Not one to simply sit around and refusing to let him do the same, she first dragged him on the dance floor. When he'd had enough of that, she dragged him to the bar for a few shots. A couple of rounds in and feeling much more relaxed, she dragged him to a private corner in the back. He could hear nothing she said, but the look in her eye as she straddled his lap was unmistakable.
Hotch took a deep breath as her mouth descended upon his. He pulled her flush against his body, planting his hands in her back pockets to keep her there. Neither could hear the whispers from the other, but they understood just what they were saying all the same.
SONG PROMPT #39 – JJ/HOTCH
"Always All Ways" - Lostprophets
Their first kiss was shared under duress and she was never quite sure if it was the situation or if it was her that caused him to grab her arms and pull her to him. What she did know is that she had never heated up that fast or that intensely. When he pulled away, she saw uncertainty in his eyes, but before they had time to talk, the rest of the team rushed in.
She waited for three weeks for him to say something or to kiss her again. Instead, he avoided her gaze, avoided alone time with her. After that third week, she'd had enough. She waited until the office had gone dark for the night except for his. She stormed inside, slamming the door behind her. He nearly jumped out of his seat.
"You can't!" she yelled at him, her hands wildly. "You can't just kiss me like that and turn my insides into goo and have no follow-up! I have waited three weeks!
Three damn weeks for you to do something about it and nothing! Nothing!"
She barely noticed that he stood and walked in front of her. "Do you know that I have dreamt about your lips every night? That I can still smell you on my skin? That I-"
She was cut off suddenly when he kissed her once again. She moaned into his mouth, clawing at him to bring him closer. She opened to him almost immediately and her knees nearly gave out the first time his tongue slid hot against her own. She broke the kiss only when the edges started to go black. They clung to each other, heaving.
He placed a single kiss on her nose. "I've been dreaming of you, too."
SONG PROMPT #40 – JJ/HOTCH
"White Flag" - Dido
He had left three months ago, transferred to another unit across the country. He had tried to fight it as had Rossi and even Strauss, but the transfer came far above any of their reaches. The entire team was distraught, but she was near despondent.
They had grown incredibly since the shared secret of Prentiss' "death" and then with Will's move back to New Orleans. The two single parents had come together in almost desperation to support each other and their boys. With a simple form, all of that was destroyed.
The team threw a party on his last day. The party turned into happy hour. Happy hour turned into a late night at his nearly packed apartment. She drank a bit too much with the intention of staying the night, wanting to spend as much time with him as she could. The minute the last person left, she fell into his arms and then into his bed.
After the first phone call in his new city, they both decided it was too hard to continue contact. They each needed a clean break. Therefore, she was blindsided when Garcia called her on her way in from a doctor's appointment with news that Hotch was in the office, called in for a consult on a senator's missing daughter. All the way from her car, into the building, and up the elevator, she steeled her nerves so that when she faced him, he wouldn't know.
The team was gathered around Reid's desk when she entered the bullpen. Their smiles and laughter did little to calm her nerves. She felt all eyes on her as she slowly made her way towards the group. Morgan and Garcia parted to allow JJ's eyes to fall on the grinning face of her former best friend. He was paler than when he left and a bit thinner. There were circles under his eyes, but his smile was genuine.
He stood and pushed past the others to get to her. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, stepping them both back a few steps, out of earshot of the others. She breathed in his scent deeply, tears prickling the back of her eyes.
Hotch kissed the top of her head. "I missed you."
"I'm pregnant," she replied, stiffening in his arms. She didn't mean to tell him, but it slipped out. "I thought you should know."
She pulled back, expecting to see anger, hatred, or disgust, but found instead, only love.