𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐉𝐉. When Leigh arrived in the bullpen, wearing semi-casual clothes; a light purple long-sleeved silk satin button up blouse tucked into her black jeans with a black leather belt and black boots, her gun and badge rested on her hip. The first thing she noticed when she walked in was how everyone was crowded around Spencer's desk.
"JJ's still in there?" Leigh asked as she set her stuff down at her desk.
"And Strauss." Emily added.
All of the sudden, Spencer reached for his rollaids. All the women knew what this meant.
"Again? With the dairy?" Emily exclaimed.
"I can't help it. I love dairy." He defended. Leigh chuckled silently at the resident-genius as she just assumed he had a lactose intolerance, but regardless still consumed dairy in anyway.
"It's been like what, 20 minutes?" Garcia asked.
"In 10 more minutes, we'll be in the air." Derek said as he rejoined the group.
"I don't think it's about the case." Emily sighed.
"Do you know something?" Penelope asked.
"Do I know something?" Prentiss echoed.
"She just repeated the question. You always say that's a sign." Leigh let out before shifting her focus between Emily and Derek.
"Do you know why JJ's in there?" Morgan asked Emily who turned to him, slightly baffled.
"I have no idea." she replied. "What is going on?"
"Maybe she asked for a raise." Spencer offered as he chewed on another rollaid.
"Have his blinds ever been closed?" Leigh asked the other agents who just shrugged.
