JJ came to sit with Emily, waiting for Hotch to have cleared everything in the lobby. There was a slight problem with the booking, apparently. Only two rooms left for six agents, and the four men really didn't see themselves sharing a normal sized bed between them all. JJ had insisted that Reid could sleep with the girls, but the young doctor had blushed so strongly that Hotch had felt complied to argue with the hotel director.

"So, what was that about earlier?" JJ asked casually, sitting down on the sofa beside Emily.

"Oh, nothing. You know Rossi, he's a little patronizing…"

"Yeah," the blonde chuckled, sipping at her bottle of water, "sometimes he really reminds me of my dad."

Emily eyed her unit chief as voices rose in the lobby. He was not having his way, apparently.

"And how is your face?" Emily decidedly changed the subject, eyeing her blonde friend and the massive bruise she had now too, on her forehead. They had begun their investigation in the most unpleasant manner, by meeting the latest victim's parents. And when JJ, during the interview, had asked them whether their daughter Lindsay had ever had an affair with or relationship with a customer of the bar, the grieving mother had responded drastically by slapping the agent. Lost and grieving parents can sometimes have the strangest reaction. This would have gone unnoticed – it wasn't the first time such a thing happened – if JJ had not been so surprised that she stepped back, tripped over a computer cable and fell right onto the side of the conference table.

"Sore. But I'm glad Hotch didn't handcuff me to a stretcher to bring me to the hospital…" JJ sighed deeply, raising a hand to touch the swollen area on her forehead. "It has been a crappy day." She added, now looking back at the hotel director who was now arguing with someone over the phone, shouting out orders.

"Yeah, this permanent tension kills me." Emily added.

"Now I just want to cuddle in bed with my two boys, watching Bill the dinosaur…" JJ sighed again, leaning back into the comfortable cushions of the hotel sofa. Emily chuckled.

"This won't be until another couple of nights, I'm afraid… And what's Bill the dinosaur anyway?"

JJ laughed out loud, a little sarcastically.

"Oh, when you have children you'll know! I can't stand the stupid music anymore…"

The two women fell into silence as Reid sat down next to them.

"How is it going on back there?" Emily asked the doctor, who just rubbed his eyes. It was awfully late and they were all tired from the journey and investigation. Maybe they just should share the room before they spent the night in the lobby.

"Morgan is so exhausted that he is about to take his gun out if Mister Procedure back there doesn't hand him the keys soon." The doctor smirked, looking at the two women with narrowed eyes. "You know you two look like you engaged in a hen fight?"

"Ha ha…" JJ and Emily simultaneously answered with the same sarcastic tone.

"Okay, okay. I'll leave you two alone. Hotch will need another pair of hands if he has to restrain Morgan…" With that, he strolled away calmly towards the lobby, where keys were finally being jerked in the air – but not yet handed the tired agents.

"You should come over some time, you know." JJ's voice had changed back to her soft, normal tone. "Henry often asks about you."

"He's an adorable little boy…" Emily's eyes were lost in the vague as she said that.

"He likes you quite a lot. You and his crazy uncle Reid who feeds him with crazy stories about dinosaurs and evolution…. I think it was him who first made him discover Bill."

Emily smiled to herself. JJ stopped and looked at her intently, trying to read the brunette's eyes.

"Maybe you should quit your current lifestyle some time and start thinking about having one too?"

Emily's made big eyes to her friend and smirked.

"A dinosaur?"

"A child, miss Prentiss!" JJ almost shouted, realizing too late she had spoken loudly and looking over her shoulder to see whether the men had shifted their attention. When she saw they had not, she continued with a low voice. "You would make a great mom, Penelope and I have told you that for a long time now…"

Emily smiled sadly and looked down at her hands.

"Stop saying that. You just said yourself that my 'lifestyle' is not one for a child currently…"

JJ sighed and stood up. Now she was ready to go to bed, and bite off the head of the hotel director if he would not let them in within the next five minutes.

"Well maybe you should think about why you do it?"

"You're very elliptic tonight, Miss Jareau." Emily replied with a questioning gaze.

"You perfectly know what I mean." Suddenly, JJ was all serious. "Why are you doing this to yourself, hooking up with complete strangers? I thought you were lone…" JJ stopped mid-sentence, realizing that she had just said something very intrusive and indelicate. Emily looked at her without blinking, without any anger in her eyes. Again, she forgot far too often that she was working with profilers. "I'm sorry, it didn't come out well." She sat back down and put a hand on Emily's knee.

"You talk about patronizing… But you sound just like Rossi right now." Emily's gaze shifted somewhere behind her colleague, who understood that the booking conflict was about to come to an end.

"I'm just worried about you."

"Don't be, JJ" Emily said, a little upset, "I'm fine. I've been very lonely during my whole time in Paris, that's true. And now I just want to chill out!"

JJ eyed her suspiciously.

"If you say so…"

They were interrupted by their male team members, who were proudly exhibiting the keys they had finally collected. Now they could go to sleep and forget about all this. About this day which had begun and ended on arguments and tension.