"Oh God..." JJ said as soon as she saw there was only one bed for the both of you, through her sunglasses. You were sleeping in a motel for the night, trying to catch a serial killer named the Gemini Killer, who targets couple in motels.

She didn't need to turn to know you were smirking. You always were. Which drive her inside in the bad way, and maybe, just maybe, in the good way.

Basically, she wanted to strangle the sh1t out of you while kissing you until she can't breathe.

You two were partners at the BAU. And polar opposites. She was more serious, always following the rules, practical and concrete.

And you?

You were always thinking out of the box, acting like a clown, teasing her and of course, flirting.

But another thing she find weird with you... Was your rapport to occult. It wasn't rare that you used tarot cards to investigate, differents rituals and magics or talked in the void, allegedly to the ghosts of victims.

Were you really a medium or a con-man? She couldn't tell. Which was ironic since she was a profiler.

After taking a shower, she find you eating ice cream on the bed like a girl after a break up, wearing her sunglasses of course, while watching some cheesy movie. She tried not to look at how your shirt was lifted up, revealing the start of your v-line.

Be strong JJ, be strong.

"So? Any leads on the guy? Or you're too occupied watching rom-coms and blushing like a school girl."

She knew you'll only give her a smartass answer, which will trigger yet another jabs exchange with a hint of flirting underneath.

Will they, won't they?

That's the question...