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SONG PROMPT #51 - MORGAN/GARCIA

"I Walk The Line' - Johnny Cash

They teased and flirted and bantered for years and he knew she thought it was all in fun. Truthfully, though, he had fallen for her long ago, but he didn't trust his heart not to crush hers. One night stands and brief relationships took enough of a toll on him. He wasn't certain he could remain her friend once he had a chance to be more, but he was certain he would mess anything more up.

He had gone into wild over-protectiveness when he first found out about Garcia and Kevin. He claimed it was because she was his best friend and he didn't want anything to happen to her. He remained on the encouraging side for most of their relationship. Recently, she had come to tell him she wasn't completely happy. He listened to her, as always, providing support where needed, but he also began to point out the flaws in their relationship, walking the thin line between friend and suitor.

Maybe this was his heart's way of telling him he was ready.

SONG PROMPT #52 - JJ/HOTCH

"Chasing Cars" - Snow Patrol

He awoke to soft sobs. It took a moment to place where he was - a hospital room.

He struggled to push of the last vestiges of sleep. Why was he in the hospital again?

Suddenly, it came rushing back to him. They were chasing a suspect through an abandoned building. He remembered getting shot in the chest and falling backwards, hitting his head off the concrete floor. He remembered nothing after that. He nearly raised his hand to his chest in fear before he realized he had been wearing a vest and would only have to worry about bruised or broken ribs, not gunshot wounds.

He heard crying again, drawing him out of his thoughts. He turned his head, surprised to find JJ sitting in the chair next to his bed. Her face was in her hands, her elbows on her knees. He could see her entire body shaking in the dim light. He cleared his throat, slightly amused to see her jump.

"You're awake?" JJ whispered, wiping her tears. She leaned in closer. "How do you feel? Are you in any pain?"

"I'm fine," Hotch assured her. He moved his hand to her cheek. "Are you okay? Why are you crying? And why are you here and not at the hotel?"

She sighed. "I didn't want you to wake up alone."

"I'm fine," he repeated. "I only have..." His voice trailed off as he realized that he had no idea what the extent of his injuries were."

"Bruised ribs and a concussion. They've been waking you every few hours to check on you."

"Hm," he moaned. He didn't really recall any of those times. "So, why are you crying in an uncomfortable hospital chair over some bruises and a bump on the head instead of in a warm hotel bed?"

JJ shrugged. "I just kept seeing you lying there on the ground. I had to wait to see your eyes before I left."

"Come on," he ordered, shifting as far over in the bed as he could.

"What are you doing?" she asked, alarmed. She stood, ready to jump in if he hurt himself.

Hotch glared at her. "Don't make me tell you again. Get in here."

"I'm going to hurt you," JJ muttered, but climbed gingerly onto the bed. She curled her body around his, careful not to jingle him. She grabbed his hand and put her chin on his shoulder.

Hotch turned his head to face her. He placed a kiss on her forehead. "Thanks for staying."

She smiled at him. "Thanks for being okay."

SONG PROMPT #53 - JJ/HOTCH

"Sleeping With The Light On" - Busted

It was funny to him that after all those years of sleeping alone in his king-sized bed that he got used to her presence alarmingly fast. After waking up for the fourth time after he sought her body in the dark and found nothing but air, he gave up. He propped himself against his pillows and turned on the television, mindlessly staring at an infomercial. He wasn't even sure what it was that they were trying to sell. The third infomercial was beginning when he heard the front door to his apartment open. He smiled to himself as he heard her turn off the alarm before pattering down the hall.

"Hey," she whispered, standing in the doorway.

"Hey, yourself," he replied, unable to hide his grin. "I thought you weren't coming back until tomorrow."

She shrugged. "I got an earlier flight. I'm only missing the good-bye breakfast tomorrow and really, I've seen enough of those people the last few days. Besides, I haven't been sleeping well at this stupid conference."

"Come on in," he told her, flinging the blanket back. He watched her, eyes shining, as she stripped to her underwear. She grabbed a t-shirt from his dresser before crawling into bed. He pulled her into his arms, turning off the television. "I missed you, too."