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Author's Note: I haven't done one of these in awhile and while I'm stuck on another story, I thought I'd try one.

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Sack, Underground, Dish

"Underground?"

Hotch stepped back at the anger and frustration in JJ's voice. "Well, yeah, that's where most outdoor pipes tend to be."

"Now is not the time to find a sense of humor," she growled in response. JJ covered her face with her hands. "What am I going to do?"

"Relax, JJ. You have insurance to cover it. You'll just need to pay a deductible." Hotch cringed as soon as the words left his mouth. He had come over to help her out as he had with nearly all his free time the last few months.

JJ's chest heaved. "I know I'm insured on it. I also know that it's going to tear up my yard for who knows how long and that is not covered." She turned away from him and threw her fists against the wall. "I hate this house! I didn't even want to buy it! It was Will's stupid idea! He thought it would bring us closer together!"

"JJ," Hotch tried to interrupt.

"The only thing it brought together was him and our real estate agent! And now, I'm stuck with this stupid, rundown, useless house!"

Hotch grabbed her from behind and held her arms to stop her from hitting the wall any further. "Okay, that's enough. I want you to go upstairs and pack."

JJ stopped her struggles against him. "You what?"

"I want you to go upstairs and pack for the next few days. You and I are going on a road trip." She turned to face him when he released her. Hotch held up a single finger when she opened her mouth. "Jack is away with Jessica for the weekend and Henry is with your mother. The pipes aren't going to get fixed this weekend anyway. Now, go get packed. That's an order."

She nodded, her lips pursed. Suddenly, a weekend road trip with Hotch sounded like the perfect thing to do. They had been spending a lot of time together lately, but it was always with some sort of agenda. JJ jogged upstairs and packed as quickly as possible. She found Hotch waiting for her at the front door. "So, where are we going?"

Hotch led her outside, running his hand through is hair. "I... have no idea."

"Are you telling me that Aaron Hotchner doesn't have a plan?" JJ teased as she got into the car. She was already feeling lighter.

"It was a spur of the moment decision, JJ," he replied.

She smiled as the both buckled their seat belts. "I didn't think you knew how to be spontaneous."

The corners of his mouth turned upward. "Only for you."

JJ felt heat rush to her cheeks. She had no response to that and didn't respond. Instead, she turned her attention out the window. She watched as the scenery changed from houses to trees the further they drove from her house. Nearly two hours into the drive, the skies opened up and near torrential rain fell down on them. Hotch slowed the car to a crawl.

"I think I'm going to have to pull over," he said, apologetically.

"Look," JJ pointed out the window, "There's a sign for a bed and breakfast just up the road. We could stop there for the night."

Hotch agreed, quickly as the rain seemed to beat down even harder. He pulled into the small parking lot and grabbed their bags from the back. They raced inside, but still found themselves completely soaked by the time they reached the porch.

"I'm sorry about this," Hotch apologized.

JJ looked up from the edge of the bed. She was sitting in a complementary robe, drying her hair with a blue towel. "Sorry about what?"

He sat down in the blue flower armchair, looking dejected. "That my impulsiveness landed us out in the middle of nowhere, stuck in a room where it looks like a garden threw up with only one bed."

"A garden threw up?" she repeated, laughing. She smiled widely at his sheepish grin. "Hotch, I haven't felt this relaxed since-"

"Will left?" he offered.

JJ glanced away briefly. "Since we stayed up all night drinking tequila a few weeks after Emily's 'death'." JJ shook her head. "Now, if you're worried about the bed, don't be. It's not the first time I've shared a bed with another adult. If you're worried about the flowers, well, I can't really blame you because I think they're coming alive."

Hotch burst out laughing, a sound that startled and pleased her. "You always seem to know what to say to make feel better."

"Good. Now, I happen to have a deck of cards in my bag and Sophie promised to deliver some food. What do you say we play a few hands of poker while we wait?" JJ suggested.

"Sounds good." He settled himself against the headboard of the bed while JJ sat cross-legged opposite of him. He groaned a little while later as he lost his fourth hand in a row. "Where did you learn to play like that?"

JJ opened her mouth to reply, but closed it again when there was a knock on the door. "Saved by the knock."

She opened the door to find the owner of the bed and breakfast standing on the other side with a large dish in her hands. Sophie smiled warmly at her as she passed the dish to JJ. "Good evening! It's nothing fancy, but it should fix you up fine."

"Thanks, Sophie," JJ told her as she studied the selection of fruits, cheeses, and crackers. "It all looks wonderful."

"Enjoy! We'll see you at breakfast; eight o'clock sharp!"

JJ placed the plate on the bed before crawling back on the bed. "I'm not going to lie. That lady scares me a bit."

Hotch chuckled. He grabbed some grapes and a few slices of cheese. "She is a bit perky."

"Perky should be left for three-year-olds and boobs," JJ told him, her eyes dancing. She collapsed on the bed holding her side when Hotch choked on a grape. She looked at him through her fingers. "I am so sorry. Are you okay?"

"Hey, if it'll bring out that smile, I'll choke on anything you'd like." He paused when he realized what he said. "Wow, we're just batting a thousand tonight."

JJ sat back up. "You want to play another game of poker?"

Hotch shook his head. "I think I've been humiliated enough for one evening."

"What about truth or dare? Or would you rather just hit the sack?"

Hotch took a few moments to think it over. "Truth or dare."

"Really?" She was unable to hide the surprise in her voice.

"Sure. You can go first," he offered. "I'll take truth."

JJ rubbed her hands together. "Okay. Why did you break up with Beth?"

Hotch munched on some food while he thought over his answer. "I didn't like the person that I was around her. I wasn't relaxed. I always felt like I was putting on a show and it always felt the same with her. She's a great woman and I hope she finds someone someday." He stretched his legs out. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Why are you more upset about the house than the marriage?" Hotch asked.

JJ felt her cheeks tinge pink. "So, you caught onto that, huh?" She bit her bottom lip. "I regretted saying yes the next day. You shouldn't make life decisions all hyped up on adrenaline. Then, with the surprise wedding, I remembered all the reasons that I had been saying no for four years, but it just seemed too late by then to turn back. It was almost a relief when he cheated and I had a reason to back out of the marriage. The house, however, I'm stuck with for the time being and it's a piece of crap." She took a cleansing breath. "Truth or dare?"

He answered without hesitation, "Truth."

"Do you... ever think about that night?" JJ stared at his neck, unable to meet his gaze.

Hotch used his finger to raise her chin. He nodded, slowly. "That was the most amazing kiss I've ever experienced. I think about it all the time and what would have happened if that phone call from Garcia hadn't interrupted us. I've never wished that your phone was off as much as I did then." Hotch removed his hand and leaned back, whispering, "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," she breathed out.

"Do you regret it?" He froze, waiting for her answer.

JJ shook her head. "Only that it ended." She took a deep breath as the tension in the room rose to a feverish pitch. "Truth or dare, Hotch?"

Hotch's skin tingled as he replied, "Dare."

"Kiss me."

Rising to his knees, Hotch grabbed her shoulders. He ran one hand up her neck to cup her cheek. He licked his lips as he lowered his head towards her. Hotch placed the ghost of a kiss on her lips before pulling back. Seeing her eyes close, he once again brought his lips to hers, this time lingering until she opened to him. She tasted of strawberries, cheese, and something purely JJ that he couldn't get enough of. Somehow, with no memory of how it happened, he had her pressed against the bed, his body covering hers.

Pulling strength from his toes, he tore his lips away from hers to ask, "Truth or dare?"

JJ moaned in frustration. "Dare!"

"Turn off your phone."