Disclaimer: Usual disclaimers, I do not own any CM characters, I'm just borrowing them and will return them in the same condition as I found them.

Storyline Rules: There will be het smut, there may be violence, mention of drugs and sex crimes -- this is Criminal Minds. There may be mild sideline slash, but it will not involve any CM characters. All CM characters will remain true to character as I see them. All pairings will be introduced as they could naturally occur. This may be fantasy, but I will try my best to make sure anything presented as fact is accurate.

GOING HOME

Reid placed his ready bag on the luggage check counter, "Morgan, I am not telling you."

"Come on, how'd you make JJ disappear? Just tell me how the one trick works that all."

"No."

"You let JJ know."

"I had to let JJ know, she was helping." He took out his badge and displayed it to the clerk; let her know he was carrying his weapon.

"You know, I hate airport security."

"Yeah, well, I'm not asking the F.B.I. to send the jet to pick us up from vacation. I can't afford the gas."

Morgan handed his I.D. and bag across the counter, "I still don't have to like it."

"Morgan," JJ threw in, "just be glad we don't have to do this every time."

"Amen, to that. Speaking of gas, I haven't given you any money yet --."

This time Morgan spoke up, not wanting to hear another argument from Reid, "Reid insists that he invited us home, he's paying. Do not argue with him."

"Oookay."

"You just never argue with a genius, they always win."

Reid laughed, "And don't you forget it."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah, Emily, it's covered. You can buy me coffee some day next week,"

"Well, that's hardly a fair trade, but coffee it is."

They continued talking as they made their way through the airport, with Morgan alternately bitching about the inconvenience of commercial flights and how ridiculous it was that they were allowed to carry their handguns, but they still had to take their shoes off to get on a plane, and trying to convince Reid to explain how his magic tricks were done.

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Reid and JJ had settled into their seats, with Morgan and Prentiss several rows back. Reid had originally tried to get all four seats together, but was quite satisfied now that he'd only been able to get two sets of two. He was even more pleased to find the third seat in their row was empty, it wasn't exactly privacy, but he'd make do with what he could get, he was pretty good at improvising.

He raised the armrest and convinced (not that it was hard) JJ to scootch over and snuggle with him. He asked a flight attendant for a blanket, claiming to be cold and spread it over both JJ and himself. He leaned against the wall of the plane and pulled her so her back was against his chest.

"Reid, what are you doing?" Reid smiled at the hint of laughter in her voice.

"What does it feel like I'm doing?"

"Well, stop it, we're in public."

Reid finally managed to work the front clasp of JJ's bra with one hand and slipped inside. "No one can see."

She started to pull his hand away when his fingers found her nipple, she groaned instead. "Well, maybe a little."

JJ fought hard not to make any noise while Reid managed to unbutton her shirt completely and worked her breasts like the magician he was. She was barely able not groan when he undid the snap on her jeans. She managed to do no more than sigh when his hand slipped between her thighs. And she bit her lips to contain her scream when he brought her to orgasm with a few quick strokes of his fingers. She panted as he rearranged her clothing, petting, stroking, calming as he did.

She smiled as she turned to face him, placing her legs over top of his. He was about to find out turnabout is fair play. She reached down and grasped the snap of his jeans, his hand quickly covered hers, "We can't." She tugged and the snap released. "JJ, it's not the same."

She pressed her lips to his, kissed him and whispered, "Trust me." His hand fell away from hers, silent consent to whatever she wanted to do with him. She pulled his zipper down and reached inside, stroking him through his briefs. She slid back and whispered to him, "Lift." He did as ordered and she slid his jeans down just far enough so she free him. She looked over her shoulder quickly to assure herself that the guy across the aisle was still engrossed with the in-flight movie and wrapped her hand around him.

She started sliding her had up and down stroking tenderly while staring into his eyes. If they lived forever she would never tire of looking into those eyes. She stroked and fondled and caressed as he bit his lips to keep silent, until finally he could take no more and whispered, "Now, JJ." Quickly she ducked her head under the blanket and took him in her mouth capturing every last drop as he tangled his fingers in her hair.

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Reid walked into the office at least an hour earlier than usual, but that was because JJ had shoved him out of bed at four o'clock. They had decided that showing up for work together wouldn't be a good idea, at least not until they had told Hotch and Gideon they were seeing each other. So, he'd gone home, showered, repacked his ready bag and nearly fallen asleep on the subway on the way in. Four hours sleep just hadn't been enough. He tucked his ready bag under his desk and headed straight to the coffeepot.

A few minutes later he sat down at his desk, fourteen profile requests. He opened the first file, a museum robbery, after a few minutes with the file he filled out a detailed report stating that it definitely appeared to be an inside job and suggested running deep background checks on the manager, his assistant and their immediate families. Reid knew it was going to be the assistant manager from reading the transcripts of the interviews, but judges and juries liked to see due diligence. He explained his reasoning to the lead investigator and instructed him on what to look for, and what questions to ask.

He was on his fourth file when Morgan sat down beside him. "Mornin', Morgan."

"You look beat. Didn't JJ let you get any sleep last night?"

Reid smiled, "Is that all you think of?"

"No, but I bet it's all you're thinking of today."

He laughed, "Maybe a little. How'd you know?"

"You were humming."

"I don't hum."

Morgan leaned close to Reid's ear, "Loverboy, you were humming Kiss an Angel Good Morning. Yeah, you got it bad."

"Yeah, well just keep your mouth shut for a while." He couldn't keep from smiling, even while Morgan was teasing him, "JJ and I want to tell Hotch and Gideon ourselves, so we can assure them it's not going to cause any problems."

"Sure. I get that. Probably a good idea."

Just then Hotch came through calling BAU team, "round table room, five minutes."

Reid looked at his watch in surprise, "I didn't realize it was this late. Guess we'll have to tell them after morning briefing."

"Come on, let's get some coffee on the way in."

Reid stood up and walked with Morgan to the break area. Hotch and Gideon were right behind them as they entered the briefing room. Reid caught himself humming again as they walked through the door, When you Kiss Me, by Shania Twain. Garcia sat in her usual chair; laptop at the ready and JJ had her back to the door placing briefing folders on the table. Reid had the crazy urge to sneak up and grab her from behind. He felt the goofy grin hit his face at the exact same time as he heard Garcia squawk.

"Oh, my God, Reid, you got laid."

He stopped dead in his tracks. "How -- what -- how'd you --?" How the hell could she tell that? He looked down at himself, he looked the same. Okay, so he wasn't wearing a tie and his top button was undone, but that wasn't enough, was it?

"Who was it?" All motion in the room and the hallway behind him stopped. "You didn't go see some hooker; did you?"

There was no escape; Hotch and Gideon were right behind him. Reid wondered if there was any way he could sink through the floor. Morgan gave him a shove that pushed him the rest of the way into the room.

Hotch and Gideon stepped into the room, taking in the scene before them. Reid's blush, but more importantly, what Garcia hadn't noticed yet, JJ was just as red as he was. Hotch and Gideon both smiled, but Hotch was the first to break the silence, "Well, I guess we don't need to ask if you two had a nice vacation."

Garcia swung around to face JJ, "Jayje, Jayje, you and Reid? And you didn't tell me?! Oh, my God, I don't believe this! You two finally got it on."

Gideon closed the conference room door behind them. He looked out the glass window, yep, that had drawn a little attention. "Garcia," he said quietly. She looked at him instantly, "I think Spencer and JJ might appreciate a little discretion here."

Garcia looked out the window and saw the stares coming their way. "Oh, my God, I am so sorry, you two. I didn't mean -- oh my God, oh my God, oh my God." JJ walked over and clamped her hand over Garcia's mouth; after a few more muffled 'Oh my Gods,' she quieted.

Reid cleared his throat and turned to face Hotch and Gideon, "JJ and I were going to speak to you after the briefing. We've decided to start dating. We're not technically in the same chain of command, but we understand that we won't be able to --."

"Reid."

"Yes, sir?"

"You're adults. If you say you can handle working together, then you can handle working together."

He nodded vigorously at Hotch. "We can."

"Good. You won't be together on entry teams for a while, but other than that, I don't see a reason for anything to change." He looked over at JJ who nodded her agreement.

Morgan decided it was time to get his buddy off the hook; he went over to the chair in the corner and grabbed the box that Benny had packed with souvenirs. "This doesn't even begin to compete, but we brought Reid ad JJ aren't the only ones who brought home a souvenir."

He put the box on the table and sat down next to Garcia, "Hey, Penelope, you got lunch plans today?'

The End

A.N.: Thanks for reading; I hope you've enjoyed reading this as much as I've enjoyed writing it. This was my first fanfic, but certainly not my last and I hope you'll join me for the next one.