Undercover | a. hotchner |

Chapter 3

On Saturday no words were shared between Hotch and I... which was to be expected, he wanted to spend his time with Jack when he had time off.

Reid had called the next morning complaining about his hangover. I helped him out, going over to his place.

Spending the day with him and texted Morgan, Garcia, and Emily to make sure they got home safe.

It was now very early Sunday morning and I was sleeping on Reid's couch. Waking up to the pleasant sound of my phone ringing.

Reaching over I looked at the caller ID and picked up.

"What JJ?" I said tiredly. Usually I didn't have a problem getting up early but it was two o'clock in the morning.

"Hey sorry to wake you but Hotch wants us in by five, we have a case."

I groaned, "Of course we do."

I hung up the phone and stood up. Stretching I grabbed a pillow from the couch and walked into Spencer's room.

I went over to his side of the bed and hit him with the pillow, waking him up.

"What was that for?"

"Just cause I can... also we have a case. We got to head in." Spencer crawled out of bed, "Are you going home."

"Yeah I have like three hours."

"Do you want coffee first?" I laughed and grabbed my things, "Spencer I know you didn't just ask me that... thanks for the offer but I want coffee not sugar."

He smiled and walked over to the coffee pot, "Safe drive."

"Bye." I said walking out the door.

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When I got to work I was already drinking my third cup of coffee. I needed to stay awake at least until we were on the jet, "How did your weekend go."

Emily said stepping behind me, I took a deep breath, "Good, watched some movies. Up until I got that fucking phone call. Fantastic."

"I know what you mean, I can't enjoy my time." I glanced at her as we took our seats.

"What were you doing?"

She took a sip from her cup, "Nothing just having some fun."

I raised my eyebrows, "With?"

"No one." She said sheepishly. "You're really not going to tell me."

"There's fun in not knowing."

"You completely suck." We continued with the conversation, when Hotch walked in I asked him how his weekend was and he ignored me.

Morgan rolled over in his chair, "What was that about?"

I shook my head, "I don't know." I got up from my seat and went over to his office, gently knocking on the doorframe.

"Hey."

"Hi."

"You okay?"

"I'm fine... can you get everyone in the conference room?" Why is he being dismissive

I followed the order anyway and gathered the team together, we all took a seat and waited for Garcia to walk in.

Her heels clicked on the tile up into the room, "Can you get to it." Everyone saw that Hotch was being fairly irritable.

Knowing he was a morning person, being awake before everyone else. Something had to be bothering him, I just wanted to know what.

Garcia starts ,"Sixteen year old Julia Martin went missing in Georgetown, Delaware Tuesday night at ten thirty-two. She goes to Sussex Central High School, she is a sophomore and keeps to herself, she has a few close friends. She doesn't go out very often."