One Shot Summary: Emily's day starts off terribly, as though nothing can or will go right, but a run in with JJ turns her bad day around and into something so much better.


Emily awoke with a start, her eyes blearily straining to see the alarm clock, intent on seeing why she had woken so suddenly. Her internal alarm had snapped her from a particularly delightful dream and once her eyes had adjusted to the bright light filtering through the window, she realized that at some point during the night, her alarm clock had reset.

Her hand shot out and fumbled for her phone, praying that it wasn't as late as she thought it was.

The screen showed that she was running thirty minutes late, now only giving her enough time to hastily shower, dress and speed to the office in hopes of making in on time.

All traces of her dream were forgotten as she rolled out of bed, falling flat on the floor as her feet tangled in the sheets. "Son of a bitch!" She exclaimed, rubbing her forehead while trying to extricate herself from the vine like sheets.

With an angry tug she threw the offending fabric across the room, not at all satisfied with the small release of anger and hoped a hot shower would do away with her growing tension and increasingly bad morning.

Stepping into the shower, she relished in the feeling of hot water cascading down her back. Just as her hair was lathered, the water grew warm, then cold and then ice cold, eliciting a glass shattering scream from the profiler. "What the hell?" Emily screamed as she danced about under the water, trying valiantly to rinse the shampoo from her hair and wash her body while maintaining some semblance of body heat.

The moment the last of the suds were rinsed from her body, she found herself leaping out of the shower and wrapping herself thoroughly in towels, hating the way her skin was cold to the touch.

"I pay too much for this place to have to go through this crap," Emily whined to herself, taking little comfort in the act of complaining.

Once she was dressed in black slacks and a crisp white button down shirt, she grabbed her black leather jacket, purse and go bag before practically running out the door.

Unfortunately for her, things were continuing to go downhill.

Arriving at her car in the parking garage, she noticed that her rear right tire was flat and thus needed to be changed. With an angry kick, her foot collided into the rubber tire, eliciting a yelp of a pain.

Fifteen minutes later and her tire was now replaced and she was one her way to the BAU, though if things went halfway decent, she would only be twenty minutes late.

Breaking more than a few traffic laws, she pulled into the parking lot and to her amazement, had actually managed to get there on time. "Finally, things are starting to look up," she mumbled to herself, looking skyward as if giving thanks to the universe.

She stepped into the elevator, her mind replaying her horrible morning as she pushed the button for the BAU floor.

So absorbed in her thoughts, Emily failed to hear the grinding of the elevator just before it came to a complete stop. The white lights completely blacked out before an eerie red glow from the emergency lights bathed the small compartment.

"You have got to be kidding me," Emily muttered darkly as her finger jabbed angrily at the buttons.

"I don't think that's going to do much, Emily," a soft and clearly amused voice said beside the profiler.

Shocked at the presence of another person in the elevator, Emily whirled around and came face to face with Jennifer Jareau. "Crap Jen, you scared the hell out of me!" Emily pressed a hand to her chest, feeling the wild beating of her heart and hoping to somehow ease it to its normal rhythm.

JJ quirked an eyebrow and smirked, her eyes glancing around the small confined area, "I came in right behind you and it's not like I was hiding or anything."

Finally calming her heart, Emily had to concede to JJ's point, having been too wrapped up in her head to notice the other woman. "Sorry about that," the profiler said genuinely before she grabbed the emergency phone and tried to find out what was going on. The line was dead silent and Emily could only push the receiver closer to her ear; foolishly thinking that the closer it was to her ear, the better her odds of a noise suddenly sounding through the silence of the line.

"It's dead," she huffed before slamming it back into its holding place. Her morning was wearing her down and it seemed that Murphy's law was determined to follow her around and ruin her day.

"Is it really so bad to be stuck in the elevator? At least we get a temporary reprieve from our paperwork." JJ pointed out, her smile never leaving her face, especially when she saw how worked up her co-worker seemed to be.

"Excuse me?" Emily asked incredulously, turning to look at the blonde before her, "You're the one who's always giving us stacks of it and then hounding us to get it in on time." The brunette leaned against the wall and stared dubiously at the other woman.

"Okay then, allow me to rephrase that question." JJ suddenly said, taking a measured step towards Emily, "Is it really so bad to be stuck in an elevator with me?" Her cerulean eyes sparkled with mirth and something akin to temptation.

Seeing the look in her eyes, Emily could only stand there and watch helplessly as the blonde continued to slink across the small area, slowly closing the distance.

JJ stopped just a hair's breadth away from Emily, their breath mingling for a long moment before the blonde leaned closer and turned her head so her lips ghosted across the shell of Emily's ear. "I missed you last night," she whispered huskily, "my bed seems so empty without you in it."

Emily felt the hot breath wash over her sensitive skin, goose bumps spreading like wildfire over her skin and small shivers running down her spine. She took a shaky breath, desperate to fill her lungs with some much needed oxygen.

Unable to form a proper response to the lust filled confession, Emily instead focused on remaining upright and not letting her knees buckle under the electrically charged atmosphere that was quickly being created.

JJ smiled against Emily's skin, fully aware of the effect she was having on the other woman. "I hope you know that you'll be coming tonight," she breathed into Emily's ear as she pushed their bodies together, fully pressing the brunette into the wall. "And just so there's no confusion, I mean not only coming to my house but physically coming undone beneath me until your body can't take anymore and you beg me to stop." Her murmured promise was punctuated by a firm thigh pressed between Emily's legs.

The profiler could only groan at the contact, the friction sending a tidal wave of arousal through her body.

"I doubt I'll ever want you to stop," Emily groaned, her head lolling to the side as JJ ran her tongue up the expanse of her pale neck.

"Is that a challenge, Ms. Prentiss?" JJ asked tauntingly, her lips pressing against Emily's pulse point before gently sucking.

With a gasp and barely stifled moan, Emily placed her hands on JJ's waist and flipped their positions, pushing the blonde against the wall and letting her hands ghost over her figure. "You know me, Jen," Emily whispered lustily between kisses to JJ's neck, "I'm all about the challenge."

Before JJ could respond, Emily tugged her shirt free and started to run her hands over taught and tanned flesh, her fingers inching further up the blonde's torso until she reached her perfectly rounded breasts. While her hands teased and cupped the soft flesh, her lips sucked gently on the other woman's sensitive pulse point, mirroring what JJ had just done to her.

Lost in the feeling of Emily's hands on her body, JJ's eyes rolled back, her breath coming in short gasps. "You like that, baby?" Emily purred in her ear, her tongue running along the shell of her ear, "You like when I touch you like this? When I mark your body as mine?"

JJ shuddered at the words and the sex dipped voice Emily was using, knowing that dirty talk was always a sure fire way to have her dripping wet.

"Only yours," JJ groaned, her hands grabbing Emily's face forcefully and crashing their lips together in a heated and desperate kiss.

Just as their kiss deepened and tongues started to war for dominance, just as Emily's thumb and forefingers started to pinch at JJ's straining nipples through her bra clad chest, the elevator jerked and the red hazard lights blinked once before switching back to the bright fluorescent lighting.

The two jumped apart, Emily flying to the other side of the compartment as JJ moved to the corner and tried to subtly but quickly resituate herself.

"Oh my god," JJ groaned, her arousal only minimally tempered.

Emily lightly banged her head against the elevator wall, "Today is going to be pure torture." Both women knowing full well how hellish it would be to sit through an entire work day with their sexual frustration at an all time high.

JJ watched as the screen above the doors flashed the passing floors, tempted to hit the emergency stop button and finish what they had started.

"Don't even think about it," Emily said quickly, noticing the furtive glances JJ was making between the screen and the red button. "Even if we did stop it, the camera would be working this time and I'd rather not give Garcia any more blackmail footage. I just got her to delete the file of us in the parking garage."

The blonde huffed loudly, her arms folded across her chest as she glared angrily at the camera.

When the elevator came to a stop and the doors started to slide open Emily sidled up to JJ and whispered quietly in her ear, "It's only three hours until lunch, and I have no intention of using it to eat food."

As JJ stood there, her azure eyes darkening at the words, Emily smiled mischievously as she sauntered out the doors, "Meet you in the parking garage, Jayje." With a saucy wink and a spring in her step, Emily walked towards her desk, a megawatt smile threatening to split her face; all thoughts of her terrible morning long forgotten.

Standing alone in the elevator, watching the profiler walk away with all her usual swagger, JJ took a deep breath and walked on wobbly legs towards her office. "God I love that woman," she whispered reverently to herself, looking forward to lunch and most certainly looking forward to the fun they would have once work was over and JJ had the sexy brunette all to herself with no interruptions.