Stumbling into the bathroom, JJ flipped a switch and squinted as light flooded her eyes. Her reflection showed that the bruises had faded; with some serious makeup, no one would notice they were there if they didn't know to look. The blonde smiled, rubbing a hand over her abdomen. For the first time in two weeks, it didn't hurt to breathe.

"Jen?" a voice called from the bedroom. "Hurry up! We're going to be late."

JJ bit her lip, suppressing a smile. It was their first day back at work, and Prentiss had been ready since 4am, pacing the house. The two agents still had over an hour before they had to leave, but Emily was anxious for JJ to get ready.

"I'm getting in now, Em." She paused, lowering her voice. "Unless you want to join me."

The tone JJ used weakened Emily's knees. The woman stuttered, "Nice try, Jareau. Get your ass in that shower. Alone."

Jennifer grinned, turning on the water. "Yes, ma'am."

"Well look what the cat dragged in," Rossi winked. "Welcome back, you two."

Emily nodded to the senior agent, "Thanks."

"What's it been, Princess? 3 weeks?" Morgan brushed his lips against the brunette's cheek. "It's about time. Welcome back."

JJ strolled through the glass doors behind them, getting the same ambush of greetings that Emily had just endured. She smiled, thanking everyone. "I'm just glad to be back."

Hotch peered over the bullpen from his office, "We're glad to have you." To the rest of the group, he added, "We caught a case. We'll brief on the plane. Wheels up in twenty."

Emily looked to JJ, silently seeking her reaction. She was relieved when JJ smiled and mouthed, "Let's do this."

Her shoulder was still throbbing, but the bulk of the bandages had been removed for over a week and she only needed the sling when she was up and moving for long periods of time. All in all, she was recovering much faster than the doctors had anticipated. Emily couldn't help but attribute the speed to JJ's presence. The brunette smirked and mouthed, "Well okay then."

"Talk to me, Garcia." Morgan ordered, the analyst's image filling the flat screen.

"Dirty talk?" Garcia's eyebrow rose.

Morgan chuckled. "Not unless you're planning an orgy. You're on speaker, baby doll."

Garcia grinned, suddenly aware that she was streaming. "Well if Emily and JJ are into those kind of things, it would make the next girl's night rather interesting."

JJ blushed, "Uh…"

"You realize that wasn't a no, right Jareau?" Rossi laughed. "We can discuss sex lives later. What can you tell us about the case, Penelope?"

"All work and no play makes for a very grumpy workplace." Garcia muttered. "Okay. So your lovely flight is directed towards Albany, New York. So I hope you packed warmly."

Emily's face fell, recognizing that she only had short sleeves in her go-bag because they were easier to wear. "Great." She mumbled.

Catching Emily's eye, JJ grabbed the brunette's hand. "Don't worry, I put an extra blazer and a few long-sleeve blouses in mine. Just in case."

Emily stared adoringly at the blonde, making Hotch clear his throat. "What's happening in Albany?"

"Well besides some frigid air and what I assume are rehearsals for the Nut Cracker, not a whole lot. Unless you want to count the guy walking around and drugging people at random."

"I'm sorry, did you say drugging?" Reid clarified.

"Sure did, Sherlock. Seems like there's an inconspicuous person drugging men at bars. The guys don't notice until the next morning when the lucky fellow wakes up in a hotel room with, uh…"

Hotch cut his eyes at the screen. "With what, Garcia?"

"This is where it gets weird. They wake up feeling woozy, right? Well what's the first thing you do when you wake up, gentleman?"

"Go to the bathroom?" Rossi asked.

"Right-a-mundo. And upon uh, relieving themselves, the gentlemen find burn marks. On their bottoms."

Emily's head snapped up from the case file. "Hold on, did you just say-"

Garcia nodded. "Exactly. Weird, right? They wake up with some sort of electrical burn between their butt cheeks."

Morgan instinctively placed a hand over his lap, protecting his jewels. Wincing, he groaned, "Ow. What the hell is going on in Albany?"

Rossi coughed. "How many victims are we talking?"

"That have come forward? 6 in 4 months."

JJ bit her lip. "There are probably more. Who wants to go to a police station to report burn marks down there?"

"I sure as hell wouldn't." Morgan said, his pants still guarded with one arm. "I'd chalk it up to banging the wrong girl and never speak about it again."

"And these guys have no recollection of meeting anyone?" Reid asked.

Garcia shook her head. "None whatsoever. Most of them last remember being at a bar and hitting on some girl. But none of the vics remember what the girl looked like, or even what bar they were at."

"Do we have toxicology reports?" Hotch mumbled, flipping through the papers in front of him.

"Well vics 2 and 3 waited two days before going to the PD." Garcia said, taking a sip of her coffee. "And vics 1 and 2 tested negative for all known date-rape drugs."

"But they have to be tested within 12 hours of administration." Reid added. Counting on his fingers, he said, "If they were drugged at 10, they'd have to be tested by 10am."

Morgan grimaced. "And if you're drugged, you're probably sleeping in."

"Exactly. Toxicology screenings were run too late." Garcia confirmed. "But vics 5 through 6 all tested positive for Rohypnol, Valium, and Ativan."

Rossi muttered, "So we've got two benzos mixed with a Rohypnol. That's enough to knock out a horse."

Garcia frowned, "And one more drug was found in every vic's system."

"What was that, Garcia?" Emily asked.

"Viagra."

"Burn marks and Viagra." Morgan murmured. "What the hell?"

A/N: Thought I would shake up the case type this time. So? Predictions? Suggestions? Thoughts? Keep the reviews coming! As always, stay tuned. ;)