the pogues arrived at the extremely run-down motel, blair didn't think it could get any worse. 

jj let out a whistle. "i thought the château looked bad."

"this place is a shit show." john b said.

"motel or meth lab?" kiara asked.

"probably a mix of both." blair replied, grimacing at the scene as they got closer. 

"doesn't look like the type of place somebody with a grady-white would stay." john b uttered.

"no, looks like the type of place someone with a grady-white would get killed." pope deadpanned.

jj grabbed the rope, preparing to dock the boat. "this is your captain speaking." jj started, his voice static as if he was speaking through a radio. "hms pogue comin' in for landing."

jj jumped off the front of the boat tying up the boat. 

"all right, we good?" john b asked.

jj nodded.

"here goes nothin'."

blair began to step off the boat, jj reached out his hand helping the girl down with a smile.

"hey." pope called out.

john b turned to pope. 

"don't let him do anything stupid." he pointed to jj.

"oh, we will." jj said.

"i'm not making any promises." john b replied.

"yeah, neither am i." blair shook her head with a shrug.

"yeah, i know." pope mumbled.

"uh, be careful." kiara said to john b, passing him the keys to the motel room, jj and blair exchanged a look. "i mean it."

"yeah." john b chuckled.

the boy tapped blair and jj's shoulders. "let's go."

blair looked at jj. "he's practically skipping away." she almost laughed.

jj chuckled, throwing his arm around blair's shoulder making sure she didn't slip or fall in the mud.

"why are all these mattresses out here?" john b asked.

"after a hurricane, they have ditch 'em 'cause they're so moldy." jj replied.

the trio walked through the motel, making it up to the room.

jj placed his hands on john b's shoulder's. "just be so careful, john." he seductively said, grabbing his face.

john b shoved him off with a groan of disgust. "god, you're so weird."

"what was all that even about?" blair asked, from beside jj.

"i don't know maybe she wants us to be careful." he replied sassily.

"since she heard you're being threatened with exile, she's just been, like, "oh! be so careful, john b." jj reached at his shoulders again

"get off." john b mumbled.

"oh, just give me that john d already." he added, blair let out a quiet laugh, trying not to encourage him. "when are you gonna swoop on that, man?" he asked.

"bro, you know the rule. no pogue-on-pogue macking." john b answered, flailing his arms about.

 "trust me i know, blair takes that rule too seriously." jj glanced at blair with a smile.

the girl tutted, she gently slapped the boy's chest. "shut up, jj."

"you need help." john b told him. "not like a little bit of help, serious help. it's like every girl who just has a heartbeat, you're like... uhh!"

"okay, he's not wrong about that, jj." blair smiled cheekily. 

jj knocked blair in the shoulder at her response, she nudged him back and they kept going back and forth.

"is that us? twenty-nine." john b said to himself, pointing at the door, waiting for blair and jj to pay attention. "this is it."

"wait, what if there's like a dead person in there?" blair asked in a hushed whisper.

"why are you whispering?" john b looked at her in confusion. 

"i don't know." blair shrugged her voice back to normal.

jj went over to the door and knocked on it a couple of times. "housekeeping." he said in a high-pitched voice.

blair and john b shook their heads at each other. 

"should we try it?" john b questioned. 

blair and jj nodded at the boy as he put the key into the lock, unlocked the door, and opened it.

jj stepped in first, blair peeking round his shoulders. "hm." she hummed softly.

"check the bag. see if there's a name on there somewhere." john b suggested as he shut the door. 

"got a jacket." jj announced.

blair wandered around the room, looking out the window to see kiara and pope. she continued to walkaround the room until jj found a map in front of the window blair was just stood at. 

"hey, come here. maybe this is where they were fishing." jj wondered. 

"no, that's just off the continental shelf." john b told them. "that's big swell. nobody fishes there."

blair found herself getting quite bored, she stood and watched as the boys looked at stuff around the room, tapping softly on her thighs.

john b had found a safe and was putting numbers in. "john b, i don't think punching in random numbers will work." she looked at him, a tight-lipped smile on her face. 

he let out a sigh. "wait a second." he perked up and headed over to the map and picked up a piece of paper beside it.

"i don't know. i don't know about the second one. these coordinates, they..." jj trailed off, then came to a realization. "wait, my cousin said you could catch swordfish here. nah, that wouldn't make any sense."

"jj, you do realize you're talking to yourself, right?" blair asked, coming up behind him, and patting his shoulder. 

he looked to his left and gazed at blair a lot longer than he should have. "well, uh, you were obviously listening." he joked, making blair roll her eyes with a smile.

"uh... jj? blair?" john b spoke up.

the two hummed, looking over at him.

"you're both gonna wanna see this." he beamed, showing them a stack of cash.

the two rushed over and looked into the safe, seeing more money... and a gun.

jj reached into the safe.

"jj, no." blair warned.

"dude, dude, dude, dude." jj kept repeating.

"and you grabbed the gun." john b sighed.

"this is a sig sauer." he told them.

"put the gun back, jj!" john b quietly yelled.

"this is a fucking spendy gatt, man." he raised the gun pretending to shoot it. "bam! bam!"

"jj, we are not here to steal anything." blair hissed, her arms trying to stop him from moving around the room. 

"bam! bam!" he carried on.

"just take a pic of me. right here." jj said to blair and john b.

"you want us to take a picture of you?" john b asked, absolutely dumbfounded at his friend.

jj began posing with the gun and flashlight in his hand. 

"make our own incriminating evidence? is that what you're talking about?"

blair heard a tap on the window and spun around, she and john b began to walk over to the window.

"wait, what was that?" jj asked.

john b peaked through the blinds and then went behind them to see pope and kiara standing outside the window.

"what? what is it?" blair panicked.

"cops." john b whispered.

blair jumped when she heard a knock on the door, jj ran to close the safe, and blair and john b ran to the window to get out.

the window opened and thankfully there was a large roof for them to stand on. john b was on one side and jj covered blair on the other side.

her full body was covered by jj and he was pressed into her, if this wasn't the type of situation where they would probably get arrested if they got caught, jj would definitely try to take this somewhere else.

"jj, move the flashlight, please." blair whispered, shifting uncomfortably.

"blair... that's not the flashlight." jj whispered, his warm breath making blair shiver.

"oh, my god." she swallowed, trying to move further into the wall.