the rain had stopped. that's the first thing you noticed. the second was the fact that you were on john b's couch. the third was the fact that jj was beside you, arm thrown over his eyes while he slept.

you rolled over with a low groan, tugging the blanket back over your body as the pull-out couch creaked under the weight of the two of you. seemed like one wrong move and the whole thing would just fall apart.

john b was home, obviously. you had heard him shuffling around back there in his bedroom. you shut your eyes, hoping that they'd think you were asleep. he never came out, though. he probably just rolled over or reached for a drink. either way, you and jj were left alone in the early morning hours right between the break of a storm.