The last couple of weeks felt like a blur; the case was taking its toll on her. As soon as it was over, JJ went to the nearest bar to have a drink, dismissing Prentiss and Tara—she needed some time alone to think and clear her head. You were working extra hours, needing the money to pay for your obnoxiously expensive cramped apartment; you knew you needed to start looking for a new place.

The blonde was sipping her drink slowly, lost in thought about the case. One drink became two, and by the third one, you approached her, asking if she was okay. JJ didn't notice someone coming closer, and before she knew it, someone was talking to her. She turned around to look at you.

I'm okay, thanks for asking. I'm just...enjoying the beer," she said with a sigh. She could tell that you knew she was lying—after all, the beer was awful.