"Turn here! Turn here!"

Morgan kept his eyes firmly on the road and managed to ignore the flailing limb beside him. Which was hard to do in an enclosed space, and you were under threat of being hit. And JJ could hit hard.

"Morgan! That was our turn!" JJ said in exasperation, falling back against her seat in a huff as they drove past the turn in question.

"That was not our turn."

"It was."

"We don't need to turn yet."

"Yes, we do. And we needed to turn there."

Morgan rolled his eyes. "I know where I'm going."

JJ gave him a sceptical look. "I don't think you do, or you would have turned."

"Do you want to drive this car?"

"Yes! Because I would have turned and we would get there quicker."

Okay, he hadn't actually expected her to take him up on his offer. He knew she was tired from the last few days - they all were. Which meant that it was even more important that they went the right way and *not* turn. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

"You aren't driving."

"Morgan!"

"If you had turned there, we wouldn't be anywhere near where we need to be," he added.

"We wouldn't have been *near* where we're supposed to be. We would have been *at* where we're supposed to be," JJ said in exasperation.

"No, we definitely wouldn't."

"We would!"

"We wouldn-" Morgan began and shook his head. "I am not getting dragged into this again. Just let me drive."

Which, thankfully, she did. For a little bit, anyway.

"This is why we should always get a map," JJ informed Morgan as they drove past a specific church for the fourth time in twenty minutes.

"I know where I'm going," Morgan told her, pointedly keeping his eyes on the road and trying not to look around.

"Uh huh."

"I do. We're going to a potential witness's house."

"Which we don't know where it is thanks to not knowing where we are."

"I know where we are."

"Really?" JJ asked scdptically.

"Really."

"Where are we then?"

He opened and closed his mouth after taking a quick look around. Nothing looked like it was supposed to.

"How hard is it for you to just admit that we're lost?" JJ asked in fond amusement.

Which was better than the annoyance or exasperation she had been sporting up to now

"We aren't lost."

"Then tell me where we are," she challenged.

There were a few beats of silence. Too many beats of silence, in fact. JJ looked at him triumphantly.

"You don't know, do you?"

Morgan glared at her but didn't say anything, which meant that she was right!

"We don't need a map," JJ said, mockingly imitating him. "That's what GPS is for."

"It *is* what GPS is for," Morgan grumbled. "It's not my fault that it's broken."

No, it wasn't. It had actually, quite literally, fizzled out on them when they had turned it on as they pulled away from the precinct. Morgan had refused to turn back to either get it fixed or grab a map like JJ had originally wanted to do when they had passed the information board. No, because apparently he knew *exactly* where they had to go.

He didn't, in case you were wondering. Hedefinitelyy didn't.

"I do know where I am." Morgan insisted, reading the look on her face correctly.

"Morgan," she said slowly, like she was speaking to a child. "We've already come to the conclusion that you don't. Multiple times."

"Because you keep distracting me!"

"Oh, so now it's my fault?"

Oh, that was a dangerous tone. A tone that Morgan knew all too well.

"No, no, of course not," he back-pedalled quickly as she crossed her arms. "I mean, if we could stop arguing for five minutes, I could tell you exactly where we are."

The sceptical noise that came from JJ was both impressive and insulting. Which just made Morgan want to prove her wrong all the more.

"This is why we need Spencer," she was now saying. "He's probably got all the maps for this entire region memorized or something.

"Look, well, just do this the old-fashioned way and look and the street signs," Morgan said confidently. "We have our witness's address," he gestured at the piece of paper in her hand. "We'll find it."

"Uh huh."

Sue her if she felt a bit sceptical about this plan. It wasn't exactly her fault when any of the team decided to be more spontaneous, tbe outcome wasn't necessarily that good most of the time.
"Come on, Where's you're sense of adventure?" He asked.
"Back home in Henry's storybooks," she said drily.
"Well, bring it out. You're going to need it."
JJ rolled her eyes, refusing to give into his ridiculousness. Then she caught something out of the corner of her eye.
"And what do we do when there appears to be no street sign?" She asked, pointing to the end of a street where there was a brighter piece of brick where she assumed a sign used to be.

Derek glanced over and saw that she was right and then swore.

The door to the conference room slammed open, making all of its occupants look up. JJ stormed through, closely followed by Morgan. Both with faces like thunder.

"Took you two long enough," Emily commented with a raised eyebrow. "We found out where the guy's hideout might be. Chemical analysis on that bragging letter shows some moss that only grows along a specific part of the river."

Morgan grumbled something that was *defintiely* not polite under his breath. JJ wasn't faring much better as she pointedly walked past him and sat herself next to Reid. Who was the furthest from him.

"I am never getting in a car with him again."

"Well, I don't want you in a car with me," Morgan said childishly. He even stuck his tongue out.

Hotch chose this moment to walk in, looking even more displeased than usual.

"Care to tell me why I just got a report of one of our cars spending at least half an hour driving in circles?"