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"What the hell…" JJ rose from her chair as she spotted Emily walking through the glass doors. It was no optical illusion, the woman was bruised all over the face and had a split lip. The blonde walked through the bullpen, trying not to attract too much attention – luckily the men of the group had already made their way to the conference room.

"You got very lucky last night." Emily said, trying to smile despite the pain at the corner of her lip. JJ just kept staring at her, mouth gaping.

"More than you, I can see." She finally answered, resting a hand on her forehead. "What happened to you?"

"Don't we have a briefing waiting?" Emily said casually, putting her bag down on her desk and taking off her coat. Maybe she could win some time.

"The guys can wait. You're not getting up there before you've told me everything."

"Waouh, everything… I doubt they will be that patient." Emily stopped rummaging through her bag and looked at her friend. "Let's just say it didn't go good."

"Your date?" JJ's eyes travelled briefly to the conference room, to see whether Hotch was already impatient and checking on them. "Did this guy you were supposed to go out with hit you?"

"As you see. But it's okay, I hit in return." Again, Emily tried to smile, in vain. It looked more like a grimace than a smile.

"I can imagine that. Still, you look… Does it hurt?"

"Nothing that an Advil can't solve." Emily patted her friend's arm to reassure her. "Can we go up now?"

JJ stared at her a little longer, then nodded. As they were half up the stairs, she stopped abruptly.

"You know, Em, you need to stop doing that."

"Doing what?"

"Going out with strangers."

"Thanks, Mom."

JJ flashed a sarcastic smile, but didn't move from her spot, hindering Emily from walking further.

"Shall we?" The brunette said, showing the conference room.

"Why did I got lucky, by the way?"

Emily pursed her lips. "Because I almost called you to pick me up, and made a wrong number."

"Whom did you call?"

"Hotch."

JJ, who was now at the top of the stairs, turned to her friend and gave her a shocked look. This look meant that there would be tons of questions later on. But for now on, it was the others who would have questions for Emily, the brunette thought as she stepped into the conference room, greeted by three pairs of shocked eyes.