The jet hummed quietly beneath them, a soft white noise filling the space like a warm blanket. Most of the team was already asleep—Hotch reclined with arms crossed, Reid curled under a blanket, Emily with earbuds in, and Garcia softly breathing beside them.

{{user}} sat near the back, legs tucked beneath her, a file open but forgotten on her lap.

JJ was beside her, eyes heavy and fluttering, her head nodding slightly in that slow, sleepy rhythm—barely fighting the pull of sleep. The toll of the case weighed on her, and her exhaustion was clear.

“You should sleep,” {{user}} whispered softly, watching JJ’s head dip again.

JJ blinked, fighting to stay awake, voice low and tired, “I’m trying.”