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SONG PROMPT #48 - JJ/HOTCH

"Last Call Casualty" - Bowling for Soup

It was the phone call he never expected to receive, especially in the middle of the night. He was being called down because one of his agents was causing a ruckus. He tossed on a pair of jeans and an old sweatshirt, throwing up a thank you that he was alone that night. He raced through the streets, just slow enough to not get pulled over. He pulled up to the building to see a large muscleman with his arms folded and his lips turned downward, standing with his blond agent.

"Hotch!" JJ shouted, slurring slightly. She threw her arms around his neck. "I'm so glad you're here!"

"What happened?" he asked, grimly, looking at the bouncer. H was unable to remove JJ from his neck.

The bouncer shrugged and nodded to JJ. Hotch looked down at her. "JJ?"

JJ sighed, dramatically. "Me and Emily and Penelope were drinking."

"That much is obvious."

"And they took my phone! So I may have thrown a drink or three at them." She was hiding her face by the end. "And it may have gotten me kicked out."

Hotch pursed his lips to hide his amusement. "And Emily and Penelope are still inside?" JJ nodded against his chest. Her hands slide down from his neck and wrapped around his waist. "Why did they take your phone?"

"They told me I wasn't allowed to call you," she mumbled. She raised her head to face him, a wide grin forming. "But I got you down here anyway!"

He matched her grinned, reveling in her giddiness. "Come on. Let's take you home."

"To your home?"

"To our home," he replied.

She stood on her toes to kiss him. "I just like hearing you say that."

SONG PROMPT #49 - JJ/HOTCH

"Happy in the Mean Time" - Lit

There was nothing better than a long, hot bubble bath after a long day. Or in some instances, after a long week away on a case. She loved her son, but she longed for those baths. She would fill the tub until it would nearly overflow and bring in the tiny radio from the kitchen to play relaxing tunes. She would light a few scented candles and open a bottle of wine. Slipping into the bathtub, all of her worries would float away. There, she would remain until the water grew cold, all alone.

Not today, however. She brought in the radio as always, but didn't hear a single note. She opened a bottle of wine, but it sat undrunk. The candles were placed around the tub, but none of them were lit. She filled the bathtub, but only partially.

When she slipped into the bathtub, she worried that they wouldn't fit. She remained long after the water was cold, but she felt none of the chill. Her body was heated by his skin, her hands in his wet hair, their tongues dueling.

Yes, there was nothing better than a long, hot bubble bath, especially with him.

SONG PROMPT #50 - JJ

"I Wish I Could Go Back To College" - Stephanie D'Abruzzo, Rick Lyon and John Tartaglia

She didn't know how her life turned into this. She was in a job she wasn't entirely comfortable with, even if it was where she belonged. She had friends that didn't trust her fully despite all of the rebuilding they had tried to do over the last few months. She had an ex-boyfriend that couldn't handle her return to her team and had broken up with her and was now threatening to move away. She had a son who cried for her every night that she wasn't there and refused to leave her side when she was. And she had a crush on a man who was her boss and was now dating a woman, who by all accounts was wonderful, but simply wasn't her.

She longed for the days of freedom, where her biggest decision was whether or not to go to her 8am class. She missed walking out of her dorm room and into one of twenty rooms right down the hall, knowing she could find support there. She missed non-stop parties from Thursday to Sunday and the simplicity of her casual college boyfriend. She even found herself missing the intensity of the soccer field, where losing only meant a game and not someone's life.

JJ sighed as she gathered case files to review that night after Henry went to bed.

Longing for the past was pointless. It was time to pick her son up from daycare, get him fed, bathed, and put to bed before cleaning the kitchen, paying the bills, and doing some work. She wanted to believe that someday life would get easier, but today was not that day.