Morgan."

Derek Morgan wakes up slowly at the sound of JJ's voice and her hand hitting his shoulder. His eyes squint around the bright light of the jet. "Hm? "

"We're hope," she replies, smiling. "And look."

He follows her line of sight to see Reid and (y/n) curled up together under a blanket on two of the seats. Chuckling a little bit, he sits up and pulls out his phone. "I knew it."

JJ grins. "I already send a picture to Garcia, if that's what you're about to do."

Morgan smiles back at her. "Perfect."
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"Good morning everyone," you greet cheerily, walking into the conference room behind Reid.

Reid stops walking, and you almost run into him, stopping behind him just in time. His eyes are furrowed in confusion, and you follow his gaze to see the rest of the team smiling suspiciously at the both of you. "What's going on?" Reid asks.

"Oh, nothing." Prentiss says. "Just a couple of pictures of the two of you sleeping on the jet."

You can feel your face flush with embarrassment, and Reid's ears turn red. "Shut up."

They all begin to laugh, and you rush over to your seat at the table, plopping down quickly and hiding your face in a file. This is going to be a long day.