Sunday 12:00 P.M.
Jennifer Jareau
"Give mommy a kiss," Will LaMontagne Jr. drawls out. His entire body language suggests that his appetite for this 'in-today-out-the-next' is drawdling to an end.
Henry smiles up at his mother, he's ignorant to the arguments that pass between his parents while he sleeps. "Bye bye mommy," his little hand opens and closes in a clear sign of a three year olds gesture of a departure.
Jennifer Jareau presses a warm kiss to her son's head. His soft blond hair tangles around her fingers as she runs her hand down his face," be good for daddy?"
Henry turns quickly to his father and smiles,"'o-tay!"
JJ smiles, uncertainty worn on her face like a neon sign, and leaves the house as quickly as she can. She knows that if she turns back for just a moment, a second, she'll think about that closed door. She'll consider her son, still at the kitchen table, and what impossible three year old idea is running through his little head. She'll ponder what her son must think of her. What he'll think in a couple years. Maybe he'll hate her.
That's why she runs. She runs. Slams the car door and almost runs over the neighbors trashcan. She can't stop and think about what the job is taking from her. It's selfish, she reassures herself. It's selfish to stop for a moment and think about the little thing the job takes when everyday people are dying. This job takes small things from her and gives life back to others. It's worth it, she tells herself. It's all worth it.
Emily Prentiss
"Dammit," there goes another peaceful Sunday night. "Dammit!" And the Bachelor!
Sergio jumps on to the counter top in front of her," the Bachelor, Serg. He's ruining the Bachelor!" He, would be Hotch. She's very aware that Hotch doesn't commit the murders that get them sent away from their nice personal, safe, and warm lives. It's just easier to accept when you can blame an actual person.
"Serrrrrg," she groans sticking her face into his blanket of soft black fur.
He doesn't appreciate this and lets out a nasty hiss. He's off the counter before she can grab him up and make amends.
"Asshole," she whispers to the air where her feline friend just stood.
She doesn't have to pack her go-bag. She doesn't even have to go out of her way to leave with it. It's already packed waiting impatiently for Hotch or JJ to call. That seems to be all she does lately. Wait for a call.
"That foods for you asshat," Emily rolls her eyes as Sergio glares and hisses at her when she walks past his food dish. "Goodbye. Thanks for the good luck. I mean God knows the only reason I'm going out here and putting my ass on the line is you." She throws her bag over her should and stoops down," you and your specific taste in food. Mr. Blue Wilderness Adult Cat food."
Sergio rubs himself against her palms," mhmm. Damn cat. Love you too."
Penelope Garcia
"Oooooh!" She clicks hastly to get the awful murders of seven men and women off her screen. "Kittens. Kittens. Kittens." She's found over the years that nothing really purifies the air after something like this crosses her screens.
"Baby pandas. Baby pandas." She shuts the computers off and, as quickly as her heels allow, runs away from her office. "Baby pandas."
Her heels tap on the cheap tile in a way that no one in history will ever be able to repeat.
She's mastered many things through Hotch's envisionment of her. Albeit, what she's done certainly isn't what he thought she'd do. Then again from day one she's been unpredictable so he's rarely even surprised by her anymore. Which is a good thing.
