It was after a case had been done, and you all were on your way back to Quantico in the iconic jet. You, Gideon, Reid, Hotch, JJ, Greenaway and Morgan were all sitting down, tired but restless. Gideon was looking back through the files, while Greenaway slept, her hair shorter from when she joined, JJ was telling them about her job as a Liaison, what she had to do and say. Morgan was on the phone to Garcia, ect.

Reid would occasionally fidget with his hands, such as rubbing his hands across the back of his other hand, clasping them together, or pushing his glasses back up. Greenaway stirred and shifted in her sleep, murmuring softly on the couch. Morgan chuckled once or twice as he harmlessly flirted with Garcia. Hotch stared out the window, half listening to JJ, half not.

Gideon had quoted one thing, and let everybody have their rest.