Home Invasion: Chapter 7
Title: Home Invasion: Chapter 7
Author: ficdirectory
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters JJ, Prentiss, Garcia, Hotch, Morgan, Reid, Rossi
Spoilers: N/A
Words: 9,657 - Chapter 7/11
Summary: The BAU is caught unaware on a night off, and find themselves victims of a home invasion.
The most important things are the hardest to say, because words diminish them.
- Stephen King
JJ likes the mindlessness of packing. Now that Derek is back at his house, and work seems imminent, she decides that checking her go-bag is a smart thing to do. She hasn't needed it for a long time, but that is about to change.
Cringing, JJ unzips the bag. She takes out the clothes from the day before Derek's. They are dirty and wrinkled. She takes them to the bathroom to toss down the laundry chute.
Back to the bedroom.
She dumps the bag completely, unearthing the empty travel bottles of aspirin and Listerine that she knows are empty and refilling them. She switches out her dated copy of People for her Kindle. She bites her lip, not seeing her earplugs anywhere, and checks Will's bag. Bingo.
"Why are our earplugs in your go bag?" she snaps as Will makes his way into the bedroom.
He looks surprised. Wary. Like he doesn't know what the right answer is. It irritates her.
"I need them, too, you know? In fact, I think they were originally in my bag..."
"They were," he allows, moving cautiously. "But I was working and you...were..."
"I was what?" she demands. "I have spent the last God-knows-how-long combing through new cases! Trying to figure out where the hell we'll go when we go back! It's not like I've been just...sitting on my ass doing nothing!"
"Settle down." He says in the way that only makes her madder.
"Don't tell me to settle down! I'm not some kid! I don't need this from you right now! I'm fine!" JJ is shouting, clearly letting him know she isn't fine, but she doesn't care.
"You're goin' crazy over earplugs."
Because she can't stand being in the same room with him, JJ pushes past him. She goes to the one place in the damn house she can get some privacy. The one place she feels safe.
She locks the bathroom door behind her, grateful that she didn't decide to add her cell to the go bag yet. Not that she's going to call anyone. She's just grateful she has it.
Because she can't shake the habit, JJ checks the window.
It opens.
She breathes a sigh of relief.
--
Time passes. Will knocks. JJ ignores him. She is walking barefoot on the heated bathroom floor. The same path over and over. Finally, she slides down the wall resting her head there. Her phone vibrates and she scowls. If Will is calling her, she's going to give him a piece of her mind.
But no.
"Hotch?" she answers.
"This is the 'Mazing Jack reporting for duty!" a little voice announces and JJ can't fight the smile pulling at her lips.
"Jack?" she asks. "This is JJ. Do you need something? Did you mean to call me?"
"Yes. 'Cause I missed you. So, I readed J...J...on Daddy's phone. And then I called and it worked," Jack says, sounding proud.
"Oh," JJ blinks. "Does your daddy know you're on his phone?"
"No, but please don't tell on me, okay? 'Cause I'm just bored!"
"Jack?" Hotch calls in the background. And then he is talking to her. "Who is this?"
"Hey, Hotch. It's JJ."
"Are you okay?"
She wants to say she isn't the one who called him. That Jack called her. But she doesn't want to get Jack in trouble. "Are we going back soon?"
Hotch is silent, waiting. JJ goes quiet, too.
So, they sit like that. Each not talking. Each knowing what the other is thinking. Each not okay by a long shot, but okay with being there for the other.
Okay with listening to everything that isn't said.
Author: ficdirectory
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters JJ, Prentiss, Garcia, Hotch, Morgan, Reid, Rossi
Spoilers: N/A
Words: 9,657 - Chapter 7/11
Summary: The BAU is caught unaware on a night off, and find themselves victims of a home invasion.
The most important things are the hardest to say, because words diminish them.
- Stephen King
JJ likes the mindlessness of packing. Now that Derek is back at his house, and work seems imminent, she decides that checking her go-bag is a smart thing to do. She hasn't needed it for a long time, but that is about to change.
Cringing, JJ unzips the bag. She takes out the clothes from the day before Derek's. They are dirty and wrinkled. She takes them to the bathroom to toss down the laundry chute.
Back to the bedroom.
She dumps the bag completely, unearthing the empty travel bottles of aspirin and Listerine that she knows are empty and refilling them. She switches out her dated copy of People for her Kindle. She bites her lip, not seeing her earplugs anywhere, and checks Will's bag. Bingo.
"Why are our earplugs in your go bag?" she snaps as Will makes his way into the bedroom.
He looks surprised. Wary. Like he doesn't know what the right answer is. It irritates her.
"I need them, too, you know? In fact, I think they were originally in my bag..."
"They were," he allows, moving cautiously. "But I was working and you...were..."
"I was what?" she demands. "I have spent the last God-knows-how-long combing through new cases! Trying to figure out where the hell we'll go when we go back! It's not like I've been just...sitting on my ass doing nothing!"
"Settle down." He says in the way that only makes her madder.
"Don't tell me to settle down! I'm not some kid! I don't need this from you right now! I'm fine!" JJ is shouting, clearly letting him know she isn't fine, but she doesn't care.
"You're goin' crazy over earplugs."
Because she can't stand being in the same room with him, JJ pushes past him. She goes to the one place in the damn house she can get some privacy. The one place she feels safe.
She locks the bathroom door behind her, grateful that she didn't decide to add her cell to the go bag yet. Not that she's going to call anyone. She's just grateful she has it.
Because she can't shake the habit, JJ checks the window.
It opens.
She breathes a sigh of relief.
--
Time passes. Will knocks. JJ ignores him. She is walking barefoot on the heated bathroom floor. The same path over and over. Finally, she slides down the wall resting her head there. Her phone vibrates and she scowls. If Will is calling her, she's going to give him a piece of her mind.
But no.
"Hotch?" she answers.
"This is the 'Mazing Jack reporting for duty!" a little voice announces and JJ can't fight the smile pulling at her lips.
"Jack?" she asks. "This is JJ. Do you need something? Did you mean to call me?"
"Yes. 'Cause I missed you. So, I readed J...J...on Daddy's phone. And then I called and it worked," Jack says, sounding proud.
"Oh," JJ blinks. "Does your daddy know you're on his phone?"
"No, but please don't tell on me, okay? 'Cause I'm just bored!"
"Jack?" Hotch calls in the background. And then he is talking to her. "Who is this?"
"Hey, Hotch. It's JJ."
"Are you okay?"
She wants to say she isn't the one who called him. That Jack called her. But she doesn't want to get Jack in trouble. "Are we going back soon?"
Hotch is silent, waiting. JJ goes quiet, too.
So, they sit like that. Each not talking. Each knowing what the other is thinking. Each not okay by a long shot, but okay with being there for the other.
Okay with listening to everything that isn't said.