Hi :) I'm hoping to get back into writing and this is a little teaser of what is to come, possibly. If you want to see more of this, just let me know in the reviews! No promises that I will be able to update regularly, but I will do my best.

Intro

JJ sat at her desk, going through possible case files. Although she had been promoted to Special Agent over three months ago, she still sorted through case files, flagged the ones that she thought needed outside help, and then gave them to Garcia. For whatever reason, she felt like she owed it to the people. To help in any way she could, however small.

Morgan walked in from the kitchenette, a steaming cup of coffee in his left hand and a case file in the other. JJ could guess which file he was carrying without even looking. It did not surprise any of them. Hell, even Hotch still glanced through the file from time to time.

He looked up, caught JJ's eyes looking at him and smiled softly. Still, after three months she knew he was torn over JJ's promotion. And desk, for that matter.

The morning was slow, a cold, winter Thursday that had not brought them a new case yet and they were thankful. Thankful to finally have a second to breathe, to catch their breath and relax. Relaxing was hard nowadays, though. Derek had said when he relaxes, his mind wanders to places he wish it didn't, but felt he deserved. She understood that, knew where he was coming from and why he felt that way.

JJ was typing up the report from their last case when she heard Derek's mug shatter on the floor. She flinched at the startling sound, and began rotating her chair towards him.

"Jeez, Derek. Wha-"

Her eyes followed his trance and widened. It was not possible, what she was seeing. They had spent months searching, months worrying, and months mourning. They nearly lost Derek in the aftermath.

In the doorway of the bullpen stood a bloodied, bruised brunette.

It was Emily.