The Last
Since she was a child, Jj has always wanted to be important, she has always to do something to change the world, to make it a better place, in her own small because of that, growing up, she has decided to do things in a big way: she joined the FBI.
She wanted to stand out, to be the first: the first to wake up in the morning, to go to the office, to take care of the new case. Like that.
"Same scene of the crime, same modus operandi… Any idea Jennifer?" asks David Rossi handing her the photos of the bodies, calling her by name.
Jennifer. He has called her for a long by now, when they were alone. And now they were alone in his office.
"I want to marry you" she exclaimed suddenly witout even realizing it. He looked up to her astonished by her unexpected change of mind. He had made the proposal only four days before and she had refused, because they were colleagues, because she wasn't ready, because he was David Rossi and she would have been his fourth wife.
"Do you really want to be my fourth wife?"
She made a grimace at his question. She didn't like that epithet. The word wife always fascinated her, but that numeral adjective… clashed definitely with her idea.
"No, I want you to be my second husband" she made clear standing up and approaching him.
David made a smile and hold her in his arms. Jj read something different in his eyes, it was like he was finally happy. And she was too. And it was ironic: she had lived her whole life trying to be the first and now the only thing she wanted was to be the last.