A/N (1): Hey everyone! So sorry for the delay, been really busy but I'm hoping to get back to writing more regularly. I'm finding it hard to write a JJ/Hotch relationship in this fic as I ship JJ/Emily and JJ/Morgan a lot more now. I love the JJ storyline coming up on Criminal Minds and can't wait to see how it plays out. After Episode 3, I slightly ship JJ/Agent May (who is played by Eva LaRue), so I'm thinking of writing a fanfic for that ship.
A/N (2): Also, I'm thinking about writing a JJ/Calleigh fanfic (as in Calleigh Duquesne from CSI:Miami). So let me know if you'd been interested in reading it.
JJ arrived back at the HQ to be greeted by her team and other agents.
"Well done JJ, you were very convincing; I think your cover is still intact." Hotch said with the hint of a proud smile on his face which the others probably wouldn't notice but she did. Before she had a chance to reply Director Willows appeared on the large screen on the wall.
"Good evening agents, how did it go Jareau? Although I'm pretty sure I don't need to ask." smirked Willows knowing the blondes mission would have been a total success.
"Mission was a success sir. The warerhouse was occupied by Hamba and Lafar, the third occupant that we saw through to infrared earlier was Sian Hayden." JJ replied keeping her expression neutral which startled her team as they would have expected her to be more optimistic due to the success of the mission.
"I vaguely remember that name, she managed to slip away after the arrests?" Willows asked unfazed by JJ's expression.
"Yeah, that her." JJ replied shortly.
"What's her story? What kind of relationship did you two have back then?" Willows asked.
JJ resisted the urge to laugh when she thought about what Sian was like back then and still is like judging by what she saw today.
"She was always jealous, I seemed to be the number one person, aside from Hosi and Lafar, that Hamba would tell the specific details of the attacks they were planning. She didn't and still doesn't trust me, just like Hosi. She tried to go for me again today." This time JJ couldn't hold back the laugh that escaped her lips.
Willows didn't even need to ask her if she was ok, he knew she could take care of herself, so he went straight onto his next question. "What's the next step?" he asked.
JJ cleared her throat slightly before replying. "Meeting back at the warehouse tomorrow at 1600 hours to go over specifics of an attack they're planning." JJ answered.
"Ok, good work everyone. Go ahead with the plan; you're still in charge Jareau." Willows cut the video feed before JJ even had the chance to protest.
"Ok guys, you might as well head back to the hotel, not much we can do here until tomorrow." JJ nodded and dismissed the agents before turning back to her team.
"Fancy some dinner guys?" Emily asked and they all nodded their heads in agreement, everyone except JJ.
"I'm just going to head up to my room." JJ said. "Long day." She added at the end to make it more believable. Truth was she just wanted to be alone.
"No problem JJ, you must be tired. Let's go." Hotch said as they left the building.
Arriving back at the hotel JJ said goodnight to the team before getting to her hotel room as fast as possible. As she entered her room she closed the door and leant back against it releasing a huge sigh. She walked over to the cabinet and got out a bottle of scotch before pouring herself a glass. She sank back into the black leather armchair which looked out onto the city of Washington.
She wasn't surprised that she had slipped back into her CIA undercover agent role so easily, however she was surprised at how much of a thrill it still was. She thought she had put this behind her but it still gave her as much exhilaration as it did back then. Maybe she was just kidding herself. 'Maybe I'm still a cold, heartless spy and not this caring, comforting FBI agent I've convinced myself I am.' She thought as she took a large gulp of scotch before pouring some more.
The situation was causing her to feel a strange sense of déjà vu. Back then as a CIA agent, sitting on a chair after a mission, drinking scotch and looking out the window at the nightlife of whichever city she was in. She could easily walk out of the hotel room right now and go down stairs to the rest of her team who would surround her with warmth and love but she didn't want to, she liked doing this and that scared her.
A/N (3): Sorry, it's a short chapter.