My newest story! I've got a couple chapters done already and I'll try to keep updating regularly, but I can't promise anything. Please let me know what you think of this first chapter! :) And about the title...I'm not entirely sure how it fits into the story, but it just came to mind and wouldn't go away. Somehow I think it works.

I do not own Criminal Minds!

The elite BAU team of profilers had just finished one of their more difficult cases. After catching their unsub and handing him over to the local police they had all decided to wait and fly back home the next day. They'd take the rest of that night to rest and forget about what they'd seen the previous week. Child cases were hard on the whole team, but this one, everyone knew, had really hit home for Morgan. Their unsub had kidnapped, raped, tortured, and killed teenage boys. Instead of going back to the motel like his colleagues did when it was all finally over Derek Morgan went to a bar.

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Jennifer 'J.J.' Jareau was sound asleep in her motel room when a loud knocking at the door woke her up. She groaned and looked to the bedside table at the digital clock that read 2:15AM. Please don't let it be Hotch with another case she thought as she managed to drag herself out of bed and over to the door. She looked through the peephole in the door and, confused, mumbled a quick 'What the-' while opening door to reveal a disheveled Derek Morgan who smelled of alcohol.

"I'm sorry to wake you J.J. I just." He stopped mid-sentence and lightly touched the still barely bleeding cut just above his left eyebrow.

J.J. didn't ask questions at first. She gently grabbed his arm and lead him into the small bathroom in her room. After turning the light on she proceeded to clean the wound and cover it with a small band-aid she managed to find. "What happened?" She finally said.

"I went to a bar." He started.

"I can tell." She cut him off, to which he just glared at her before continuing.

"I got in a fight." J.J. waited for him to continue, to elaborate, to say anything more, but Morgan stared at her, seemingly finished with his story.

"About what?" She didn't want to interrogate him, but she wanted to help. She wanted him to talk to her and she wanted to know what happened.

His brow furrowed at her question. "I don't know." he said and he really didn't.

It was then in Morgan's drunken state that he allowed himself to notice things he normally wouldn't. J.J.'s golden hair, though mussed from sleep, begged him to run his fingers through it. She looked great in the pajama bottoms and tank top she wore and he didn't know why she bothered with make up. She was beautiful even without it.

Derek Morgan found himself taking one tiny step towards J.J., his friend and his colleague, after another until their faces were mere inches apart. With her eyes casting a curious gaze over him he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her to him, and brushed his lips to hers.

J.J. knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't resist and, after all, he was letting her make the decision. He hadn't kissed her yet and she wanted him to so instead of slapping him and pushing him away as he anticipated her to she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. Morgan couldn't believe she hadn't slapped him. Only when the need for oxygen became more than the want for the kiss did they break apart.

"I'm sorry J.J. I shouldn't have." Morgan said as he backed out of the bathroom. He regretted kissing his colleague, not because it'd just been something he'd done because of alcohol, but because now he wanted to do it again and again. He'd never thought of her like that before. He'd never let himself think of her like that because if he did it could cause problems in the team, especially if they started a relationship. He didn't even want to begin to think about the lecture they'd all get from Strauss about fraternization rules.

J.J. watched as Morgan slowly backed out of the bathroom. He said he was sorry. She told him "It's okay.", but he didn't say anything else. There was fear in his eyes and she didn't know why. He doesn't like me like that. He was just drunk. He didn't mean to kiss me. She thought as he left her motel room and tears began to fall down her cheeks. She put things away, turned the lights back off and went back to bed. She cried herself into a fitful sleep.