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A few years has passed since Hotch started coaching Jack’s soccer team, and Jack has moved up from the non-competitive group to a competitive age group. And even though Hotch has Rossi as an assistant with his Italian knowledge about formations, they are now faced with 3 consecutive loss in start of the season, so it is time to ask their resident soccer expert on the team for help.
The two of them has agreed to ask her on the jet during the way back from their most recent case. And so, here they are, two of the most experienced FBI agents anxiously approached the petite blonde woman. Both men argued with their eyes from their standing positions above where JJ sat, telling one another to be the one to ask her, until...
“You boys need something?” She asked as she continued to read the case file in her hands.
“Ummm...” Hotch hesitated, and was interrupted by Rossi.
“Aaron here, have something to ask you about.” Rossi said as Hotch shot a glare at him.
“Ask away.” Closing the file in front of her, she turned to look up at them.
“Well, you know how Jack has been on a soccer team for a while now,” Hotch started, but was once again interrupted.
“Wait a second. No, I didn’t know that, nobody told me anything about Jack being involved in soccer.” She glared at both of them.
Both men paled, realising that if they don’t provide a valid reason for telling her, they would have to endure her wrath. And suddenly, a hush fell onto the jet, everybody knows how passionate JJ is about soccer, since she did play it when she was younger and is highly competitive about it, they didn’t tell her for that exact reason. She would be way to competitive about it, and since Jack’s age group didn’t have scores, he didn’t want JJ to be overly competitive over that.
“Well... I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, maybe it slipped my mind?” Hoping against all odds, that he can lie to her this one time.
“If you are going to lie to me, Hotch, you have to come up with something better than that.” She crossed her arms and continued to stare at the two men before her. “Well?”
After seeing Hotch not knowing how to respond, Rossi came to his rescue, “Okay, we might’ve thought that is was better to not tell you, but that was only because Jack’s age group is non-competitive. I mean, they don’t even keep scores!”
“Alright, I’m going to let you two off the hook this time. But rest-assured, we are not done!” She gave them one last glare, before remembered that Hotch was supposed to ask her about something, “Wait, what did you want to ask me about?”
“Well, Jack has moved up to a competitive age group recently, and our team has been losing for 3 games in a row. So we thought you might be able to give us some pointers?” Hotch asked, but from the gleam in JJ’s eyes, he was starting to wonder if he should regret asking her in the first place.
“Of course I would! When is the next game?” She immediately asked, already plotting in her mind.
“Ummm, not for another 3 weeks or so?” Rossi informed her unsurely.
“Okay...” she dragged out, “Not as much time as I had hoped, but I have worked with far less.” then she shooed the two men away, took out a notebook from her go bag, and started with her plan.
No one dared to approach them for the rest of the flight as she scribbled fiercely onto her notebook, occasionally demanding details of Jack’s soccer team from Hotch and Rossi.
That following Saturday, Hotch was still fast sleep when he heard the door bell ring. Dragging himself to the door, and looking through the peephole, he saw someone he didn’t expect. What the hell is JJ doing here?
“Hotch, let’s get moving! Or else we are going to loose time for practice!” JJ pushed her way inside the apartment, with an already hyperactive Henry following behind her. She looked around the apartment and back to Hotch, “How come you and Jack are not ready yet?”
He blinked at her, as he remembered that he and Rossi asked JJ to help with Jack’s soccer team. Thinking that he might have overslept, he glanced at the clock in the living room, 6:00am, seriously? “Umm JJ, do you know what time is it?”
“6 o’ clock, now come on, we are going to loose practice time!” She waved her hand as if it’s the end of the world.
“JJ, practice isn’t until 8:30, and the field is literally 5 minutes away.” He brain is still waking up, while he try to make sense as to why JJ would arrive at his house more than 2 hours earlier than the practice session.
“I know! But we need to go over drills and strategy!” JJ exclaimed, Henry clapping his hands excitedly beside her.
“But JJ, we don’t need 2 and a half hours to do that...” Hotch tried to explain to the overexcited pair.
“We do, now come on, get Jack ready or I will!” she started at Hotch.
“Fine, you can wake him up, I need to get ready anyways.” Hotch relented.
JJ almost skipped towards Jack’s room, she has been there a couple of times when Henry and Jack had a playdate, so she already know the way. Henry already running ahead of her, yelling “Jack!!! Wake up, wake up, wake up!” As he bounded into Jack’s room, and starting attacking the older boy.
“Wa..wh..what…Henry?” Slowly coming out of his sleep, Jack looks super confused at seeing the younger boy beside his bed, “What are you doing here?”
“Mommy says soccer!” Henry exclaimed excitedly, almost dragging Jack out of his bed.
Jack looked behind Henry to see his Aunt JJ, who has matching enthusiastic expressions that Henry, looking like she wanted nothing more than to step in and hurry Jack up herself. “Hi Aunt JJ, what are you doing here?”
“Your dad and Rossi asked me to help coach your soccer team, so we’re here! Now get up, we have to head to the field!” Now JJ cannot restrain herself any longer, stepping inside the room and picking the boy up from his bed.
“Okay, I’m up. I’m just going to change into my soccer uniform.”
Feeling satisfied, JJ took Henry’s hand and left Jack’s room to give him some privacy to change, and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast while they wait for both Hotchners. Waiting on the couch, she dialled Rossi’s number told him to wake up and head to the field, not giving him any chance to protest before she hung up. She grabbed a few things from the fridge and made a few sandwiches for the Hotchners to eat on the way instead of having to wait for them any longer in the house.
A few moments later, both Hotchners, still looking a bit asleep, wondered into the kitchen, where JJ was just finishing their breakfast. But before either of them can grab the food from her hands, she strides out the door and into her car, holding the food in the air as bait for the boys, which worked perfectly as all three boys followed her into the car obediently.
Only when the 4 of them are settled in the car and they are driving towards the field did JJ allow them to each get their breakfast. As they neared the field, it is obvious how early it actually is, the field is empty. Absolutely no one. Hotch is secretly glad that no one is there, because now JJ has to admit how crazy she is about this whole being early thing.
But JJ was not fazed in the slightest, she parked the car in the carpark, and went to the trunk to get her supplies. Only then did Hotch find out just how serious JJ is taking this coaching thing. Now he is actually a bit scared of what is to come.
After making multiple phone calls to Rossi, which resulted in JJ almost screaming into the phone to get him to hurry the hell up to the field, Rossi exited his car with a very annoyed look on his face. Now, normally, people would instantly be afraid when he had this look on him, but compared to the one on JJ’s face, he is simply no match.
JJ had stormed to the carpark as soon as she heard Rossi’s vehicle approaching, and when he exited his car, the first thing he heard is JJ’s voice telling him off for being this late. Rossi looked to Hotch for assistance, maybe his clocks weren’t working or something, but when he noticed that Hotch was looking just as sleepy, he immediately know that he wasn’t late in normal standards, but rather late in JJ’s standards.
When all of them reached the field where JJ and Hotch had placed the huge pile of supplies and notes on the side, JJ started going off on the strategies she has developed over the time in between the conversation on the jet and now. Looking at the pile of notes, Hotch and Rossi shared a glance, this is worse than they ever imagined.