Fics like are those the crown jewels (or are you just happy to see me)

"Hotch said he called in reinforcements from overseas," Reid supplies. JJ lets out a thin laugh unaware of where her thoughts immediately drifted to until the words tumble out of her mouth. “What, like Interpol or something?” “Exactly like Interpol.” At first, JJ thinks she’s having some kind of stroke. Or that, in fact, her alarm never went off, and she is still in bed, having a bittersweet dream about one of Penelope’s many plans and schemes. It’s more likely than the person behind her really being who JJ desperately wants, needs, her to be. "Holy wow," Penelope whispers, grabbing JJ's wrist so tight she must suppress a wince. Only then does she turn around, feels her heart leaping into her throat because Emily Prentiss is standing in the entry of the bullpen. She’s really here. In America. At the BAU. Less than twenty feet away from where JJ is struggling to not leap into her arms. OR Here's to the second part of "luck of the irish"

Fics like are those the crown jewels (or are you just happy to see me)

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