Title: By Default
By: masonjar
Pairing: JJ/Reid
Rating: G
Summary: JJ wakes Reid up after yet another plane ride. Fluff ensues.

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The sun was just setting as the jet landed smoothly down on the airstrip. It was so smooth that the sleeping FBI agent never even stirred, his hands pillowing his head, his long legs arranged awkwardly across the small but comfortable seat. His brown hair fell over his face, covering most of it. At the end of the plane, Jennifer Jareau, better known as JJ to her friends, stood by the fax machine, clearing up the copious amount of papers that had been spat out by the machine. She gave a satisfied smile as she slipped them into a nondescript brown file with the FBI logo on the front – another job done, another area safe, even if only for the moment.

She gave a professional nod at her boss, Hotch, as he walked past her to help open the jet doors, and smiled at her other colleagues as they made their way down.

"Reid's still asleep," Derek Morgan informed her with an easy smile on his face. "We flipped, you won't there, so by default…"

"I've got to wake him up," JJ said with a dramatic sigh of resignation. She rolled her eyes at him. Waking Reid up was not an easy task; the boy can sleep through anything. In fact, he'd once proclaimed that the only thing that woke him up in the morning was his trusty Mickey Mouse alarm clock that he received from his mum as a birthday gift when he was a child. For some strange reason, the idea of Reid with a Mickey Mouse alarm clock didn't surprise anyone.

Emily Prentiss gave her a sympathetic grimace as she made her way off the plane. "By default," she reiterated what Morgan had said, with a helpless shrug. She laughed out loud when JJ chased her off with the file in her hand, hurrying down to join the rest of the BAU, now making their way into the airport.

The jet was empty except for JJ and Reid; the pilot had alighted to deal with the administrative issues. JJ walked to the back of the plane, placing the file in her hand on a table on the way to the sleeping agent.

Sitting gingerly by the edge of the seat, the corners of her lips lifted in a soft, almost maternal smile. She tapped him gently on the shoulder, but it was a futile effort.

"Spence," she called gently, nudging his shoulder, harder this time. In response, he groaned, and turned over to his other side impatiently. She wrapped her arm through the loop of his arm, and around his body. Her hand tickled his ribs, where she knew he was most sensitive to tickles. It worked.

Reid flinched, and then opened his eyes lazily, returning her smile with a lazy one of his own. His hand covered her own, mainly to stop her from tickling. "Have we landed?" He asked, scratching his head.

"Everyone's left," she told him.

"Got stuck with waking me up, huh?" He asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. She nodded.

"Poor baby," he teased, and then he sat up and kissed her. She returned the kiss with equal passions, wrapping her hand tight against his body. In response, he ran his fingers through the back of her blond hair, nibbling at her jaw intimately.

She let out a playful laughter, fidgeting. "Spence, you're tickling me."

"Good," he replied. "That's what they call payback, my dear."

She pushed him away gently. "Someone had to have the job of waking you up," she teased. He brushed his lips against hers, lightly, and then laid his forehead against hers, so their eyes were level. She was close enough to feel his breath.

"You know," he started, as he kissed her lightly again. "One day they're going to wonder why you leave each time they flip to wake me up," he predicted, kissing her again.

"That what they call default, my dear," she mimicked him, as they both burst into laughter.

Fin.

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