Spencer sat in the cushioned seat on the plane and looked down at the box in his hands in awe. Inside were two maroon tickets that read, 'Washington Redskins Saturday October fifteenth, 2:30pm.' Gideon had given them to him for his birthday, and now the newly turned twenty-four year old man was gathering up the courage to ask the beautiful Jennifer Jareau to go with him.

He rose from his seat and walked over to where JJ sat with a coffee in her hand, reading over a newspaper. She seemed invested in the announcement section; Spencer started tapping his fingers against the leather chair before sitting down again. "She's busy... I'll do it later." But the stern look from Gideon turned him back to his fellow agent and squeak out a quick hello.

"Hey Spence," JJ replied flashing him a quick smile before turning back to the paper.

Reid let out a grumbled noise and started twirling his thumbs before finally being able to get words out, "I, uh, I have tickets to a game. The Redskins game, and I uh, I wanted you to go with me, maybe, if you wanted to?" It was a little choppy, but he knew JJ would understand what he was asking.

"I'd love to," she smiled, "This Saturday right? Pick me up at two and we can walk down from my place."

He felt the redness of his blush roll against his cheek and he nodded, "y-yeah! We'll walk together." Spencer watched as JJ turned back to the newspaper to continue to read, he peered at the paper to see what she was so invested in. "Connie Imelda Prentiss, seven pounds eight ounces. Born Wednesday October twelfth at six-twenty-nine AM, Mother Emily Prentiss and child both are healthy and happy to be sharing a birthday!"

"Did JJ know this woman?" Spencer debated asking her about it but changed his mind as he knew JJ valued her privacy. Instead he moved to go sit back with Gideon and attempted to win another game of chess; his endorphins were running high he could do just about anything now. Just about.

When he returned to his seat Spencer ended up being too distracted thinking about his soon to be date with JJ that he left his king wide open. This made Gideon smirk knowing his apprentice was too love stricken to even pay attention to where his pieces were moving and he wasn't above using that to his advantage.

Hotch dismissed everyone at the runway letting them all know that they were due at the office tomorrow at nine AM no earlier. Everyone said their usual goodbyes and no one asked for a group dinner or coffee run. It was too late and a warm cozy bed was calling each and every one of their names; all except for JJ.

The blonde liaison climbed into her SUV and started the engine, she turned up the radio and scanned around for a song that wasn't rap or obnoxiously over played. She finally smacked the off button when Hollaback girl played on the fifth station in a row.

After driving around for a bit she pulled up outside of a newly build apartment building. It had just been completed about three months ago, and that was the first time JJ remembered actually seeing the finished project. The blonde typed in the access code to the building then got on the elevator that took her to the seventh floor. Checking her watch it was breaching ten PM. JJ debated visiting her friend later but decided to go ahead anyways babies usually never slept .

She knocked on the door that read 712 and rolled onto the balls of her feet. JJ couldn't help but feel guilty. "Should I be here?" She thought to herself. "Does Emily even want me here?" It was too late to change her mind because a brunette woman with bright brown eyes peaked out behind the door.

"JJ, hi!" She smiled brightly as she moved the door open wider to motion JJ in. "Sorry for the mess, I'm still getting settled and the-"

"The baby." JJ finished, Emily blushed slightly as she moved out from behind the door to expose the one day old child nursing on her breast. "The hospital called, you weren't discharged. They like to keep mothers overnight, you know? Your vagina is kind of still dilated and your child needs to be monitored."

"Connie is fine." Emily replied as she walked over to her couch. "I just didn't feel safe there; all I could think about was her being out of my sight and Doyle's goons finding her." JJ noticed that she shuttered at the thought.

JJ slumped onto the couch and groaned they had been over this plenty of times! Maybe it was pregnancy brain? "He's locked away in a prison, thousands of miles away, and Lauren Reynolds died Emily! He is never going to find you and he is never going to take Connie away from you."

The brunette nodded her head quickly before removing the child from her nipple and fixing her shirt before laying the day old girl over her shoulder and patting her back to burp her. "I know that... I just can't help but think that it isn't true. That he is out there and he knows about Connie and he is coming for us and Declan."

JJ reached out for the baby and coddled her in her arms; she traced the child's nose with her free index finger. She felt her heart speed up at the beautiful face of the baby, every maternal bone in her body was running on overdrive. "Well then," JJ said. "We'll die your hair- get the brown colour out and get you back to black."

Emily swallowed her tears, "thank you." She whispered as she watched JJ bounce the baby slightly putting her to sleep. "And thank you for coming by."

JJ's hand extended to pat Emily's leg. "I wouldn't miss meeting the little cutie that caused us so much trouble."

Agent Jennifer Jareau sat in her office late one Friday night looking over the latest edition of consult requests. She didn't hear her door being opened or the director of the FBI step into her office.

"Agent Jareau?" He spoke making the blonde jump and drop her pen.

"Sir," She replied as she stood from her chair. "Uh, please have a seat." She offered extending her hand to the wood chair in front of her desk.

He pulled out the chair and seated himself making the chair creak. JJ too sunk down into her chair and pulled her hands into her lap interlocking her fingers together. "What can I do for you sir?" She asked as confidently as she could.

The director pulled his briefcase up on to the desk and clipped the clasps opening it all the way before pulling a slim file out. "Tell me about your experience with the missing persons unit." He was so calm opposite to the way JJ was feeling.

JJ swallowed she was no negotiator; all she did was send out Amber alerts for the children and elderly, sometimes answering phone calls and emails that no one else wanted. "I worked there for about six month's sir, I worked closely with agents Rydell and Dixson. I never entered the field until agent Hotchner recruited me just before the Boston bombing..." She stayed silent for a moment mourning her fellow agents. "He saw my work on the Jessica Jacobs case."

Jessica Jacobs was a three year old girl who was kidnapped by a group of hit men targeting her father. Carson Jacobs was in the running to be the next Senator but his beliefs of supporting gay rights did not sit well with many people. The child was abducted from her preschool hours before the election and her red hair was cut off, tied into a braid and sent to the family. That case was the first time JJ ever stepped foot in front of a camera. Even with her Barbie resemblance and small demeanour she calmed the crowd and ordered multiple search parties, and even organized and extracted an entire recovery task force in less than two hours (the second fasted in FBI history)when they discovered the child's whereabouts.

When she headed to work the next day Aaron Hotchner was waiting for her at her over crowded desk, the one that was shoved in the corner to keep her away from all the hassle in the always busy office. To the missing persons unit JJ was just a pretty piece of eye candy who answered phones and called out favours when they asked her to; never did any of the men working in the office think she would make it to the BAU before any of them.

"You made history that day agent Jareau, and it is your quick thinking and calmness under pressure that has me certain you are the agent for the job." The director stated with what was almost a smile. "In this file there will be all the information you will need for this assignment." He handed her the brown envelope that read CONFIDENTIAL in dark red letters.

JJ grasped it afraid to open it. "What exactly is my assignment Sir?"

The director sat back in the chair. "The CIA and Interpol need you to make someone disappear. She never existed and won't ever again. You're meeting is at six thirty tomorrow morning."

"What about work? What do I tell Hotch- agent Hotchner?"

The director stood, "you're visiting family for a few days, and I've already cleared it."

"Ok..." JJ mumbled. "Sir, where exactly am I going?"

"Columbia."

It was almost midnight when JJ returned home. She did not really feel tired instead she felt rested and well. "Maybe it was all the time with the baby?" She thought to herself. JJ sat on her couch and turned the television on to some late night talk show before she knew it she had drifted off to sleep.

"Wow." JJ whispered as she stepped onto the private jet. She had been on the BAU jet countless times but this jet was by far greater than that one. All the seats were couches, and it came fully equipped with multiple screens and an accessible meeting table.

"Wow is correct agent Jareau." A male agent boarded the jet behind her. "I'm agent Franklin from the Terrorism bureau. And you're from missing persons correct?" He extended his hand sending her a soft smile that made her heart melt.

JJ took his hand and gave it a shake. "Actually I'm BAU now." It felt triumphant to be able to tell people that.

"Oh." Franklin's eyes widened. "I didn't realize we were bringing in the shrinks, and I didn't realize you've been a part of the FBI for ten years." He joked sending her a wink. "You look far too young."

JJ blushed but played it off with a laugh. "No, about seven months now, I'm the new liaison for the BAU, I don't profile; not to the same extent anyways."

Franklin nodded. "You're the girl from the Jessica Jacobs case right? I was told you'd look like FBI Barbie." His eyes roamed over JJ making her blush even more and making it harder to hide. He was definitely an attractive man.

"That's what Dixson called me-"

"Gerald Dixson? He and I were brothers in the academy; couldn't go a single day without talking to each other. Still can't. And man does he talk about you a lot. He wasn't wrong about how good you look."

At this point JJ felt her entire light up like red Christmas lights; she found her way to the couch. "Agent Franklin, are you hitting on me?" She retorted after composing herself.

"That depends agent Jareau, is it working?" He asked sitting on the couch right next to her leaving little room for her to move not that she needed to.

JJ woke up with a start as the familiar sound of her ringtone played in her ear. She felt around until she found the device and clicked the answer button. Finding out it was a wrong number JJ brought herself to open her eyes and check the time. The small screen read 8:30 which scared the crap out of JJ as she jumped from the couch and stripped off yesterday's clothes before running to her bedroom to find a new outfit for today.

JJ arrived at the office fifteen minutes later and sighed in relief that no one was there yet. She started the coffee pot in the break room before heading to her office to sort through the new consults.

Her mind kept shifting away from her work towards the dream she had or well memory. It had been a long time since she had dreamt about Andrew Franklin. Well the first time ever actually but the first time in almost a year since she had thought about him. She and Andrew shared a mere physical relationship during their week long trip to Columbia to collect Emily Prentiss and stage Lauren Reynolds death. They had gone there for work but it definitely wasn't what they stayed for.

It was the first and only time JJ had let herself get so close to someone without any strings attached, he was definitely an amazing lover, and she wasn't so bad herself.

But something was different their last night in Columbia, Andrew was different while they were in bed. They were not loud or adventurous like usual instead he was slow and careful making sure JJ was comfortable the entire time and taking care of her needs first. At the time JJ had enjoyed herself, if only she knew she would wake up alone the next morning. Andrew never made an appearance again after their last night; he never made it onto the jet home. JJ tried for a few weeks to find answers on his whereabouts but every bureau shut her down. Finally she had just given up and moved in with her life.

"JJ?" Spencer knocked on the door and he opened it and poked his head in. "Hotch wants us all so we can debrief." He told her.

JJ shook her head a little before standing. "Sorry, I must have drifted all. I'll follow behind you." She smiled at her friend as she closed some case files. "It was going to be a long day."

AN: What do you guys thinks? This story has been in the works for a while so I hope you all enjoy it. I have four chapters written already so I hope I can keep updating at a relatively good pace. Please leave a review!

And When In Rome is a working title it may change. If you have suggestions let me know!