CUT TO: Exterior Day - Wooded Path

MARK JESSUP: That stuff really hit you hard, didn't it?

JJ: Yeah, never could hold my liquor.

JJ stumbles. Mark grabs her arm, pulls her down the path.

JJ: Hey, take it easy, Joe.

MARK JESSUP: Shut up.

JJ: What?

Mark grabs JJ's arm, slaps her and pulls her to face him, leans over nose to nose.

MARK JESSUP: (Growls) Say another word and I will kill you, do you understand me?

JJ looks frightened, nods. Mark releases one arm and drags JJ down the path. He reaches a break in the trees and pushes JJ through it. JJ falls to the ground and rolls to her back. She lies still, appearing semiconscious. He kneels next to her. Hotch and a police officer burst through the trees from different directions, flak vests on, weapons drawn, four firefighters follow, they stand back, but appear ready. The Unsub is surrounded.

HOTCH: Hands in the air.

Mark complies, and Hotch quickly moves to cuff him. Hotch pulls him to his feet and shoves him towards a waiting officer.

He reaches down and offers JJ his hand, she takes it and he pulls her up.

HOTCH: Good job, JJ.

JJ: Thanks, Hotch.

Mark gapes in shock.

MARK JESSUP: You tricked me. (He lunges toward JJ, is held back by the officer holding his arm.) You bitch, you tricked me.

Hotch, steps in front of JJ.

HOTCH: Get him out of here.

The officer pulls a struggling Mark Jessup back towards the main path.

Hotch puts his hand on JJ's back and walks her back to the main path.

HOTCH: So, how'd you like your first time undercover?

JJ: Well, it wasn't as bad as I expected, but I think once was enough.

HOTCH: Come on, you're a natural.

JJ: Huh-uh, my jaw's gonna hurt for a week.

HOTCH: Yeah, sorry about that. But you did a great job.

JJ: Hotch, don't flatter me, that's my job.

HOTCH: (a little sheepish) And you do it well.

JJ laughs.

HOTCH: Just do me a favor, don't tell Haley I let you get smacked around; okay?

JJ: Oh, don't worry about it. It's not half as bad as my side, Reid kicks like a mule. (Works her jaw back and forth) but this one's gonna show.

Hotch looks at her face

HOTCH: Yeah, that's definitely gonna bruise.

JJ: Yep. So, don't count on my flirting skills for a week or so.

HOTCH: Right, let's go get you an ice pack.

CUT TO: Reception room

Most of the party stuff is cleared away, punch bowl is gone, but bottled water and soda are on the tables, along with snacks, chairs are set up, Morgan and Reid sit in the back row.

REID: (Voiceover) Finding the center of strength within ourselves is in the long run the best contribution we can make to our fellow man. Rollo May, Man's Search for Himself

REID: Thanks for coming with me.

MORGAN: No problem. As long as I don't have to talk.

REID: I've talked enough today, I think I'm just gonna listen tonight.

MORGAN: Whatever, Reid, as long as it helps.

REID: (Sighs) It helps.

MORGAN: Then I'm with you all the way. We all are. (Shakes Reid's shoulder) You know that, right?

REID: (Softly) Yeah, I know that. Thanks.

CUT TO: Campus suite

Hotch, Gideon, JJ and Prentiss are playing cards

PRENTISS: So, where'd Reid and Morgan go? I figured Reid'd be out cold by now.

GIDEON: Meeting, Reid asked Morgan to keep him company. They should be back pretty soon.

HOTCH: So, when do we leave?

GIDEON: Take-off's noon tomorrow. Earliest landing slot we could get.

(Shrugs) Works out, Reid could use a full night's sleep.

Everybody looks at Gideon.

GIDEON: (He laughs, puts his hands up) Don't worry, no snoring, I'll take the couch tonight.

Everyone laughs

Door opens and Reid and Morgan walk in.

REID: Hey, poker.

He jumps on the couch between Gideon and JJ.

REID: Deal me in.

PRENTISS: You don't want to get some sleep? You've been up all week.

REID: Let's see, sleep or take candy from babies?

Come on, Gideon, deal.

Morgan pulls a chair up.

MORGAN: Count me in, too.

Focus on cards, Gideon shuffles.

GIDEON: Okay, seven-card stud, jokers wild. Everybody ante --

We hear a soft snore, look to Reid, he's leaned back, sound asleep.

GIDEON: -- up. Guess Reid's taking the couch again after all. (Grabs the cards and stands up) Let's play in the kitchen.

Everyone files out; Hotch stays behinds, leans Reid over and covers him with the blanket from the back of the couch. Does not touch his legs.

CUT TO: Reid's apartment.

Garcia's entering the apartment with two large shopping bags, she hums to herself as she stops to punch in the security code. She walks over to the couch, she pulls out a colorful afghan from one of the bags and drapes it over the back of the couch, followed by a couple throw pillows, then from the other bag she shakes out a navy lace panel curtain.

Fade to black