Please skip my ranting and go straight to the story, but, here's the ranting: So, I wrote this story for a simple reason really. I would totally go gay for JJ, I find her to be one of the most attractive women on television. She's the loving, caring type, she's independent, smart, and beautiful. Why wouldn't I? I find an abundance of Spencer Reid X Reader fanfics everywhere, which don't get me wrong, Micheal Gray Gubler is attractive in both his role as Spencer Reid and his normal self -and he's one of my hugest crushes-but, upon searching the internet, I could not find one, and I mean ONE JJ X Reader fanfic. Not one. I mean, there are huge amounts of Spencer Reid X Reader fanfics everywhere, but, were our minds really so clouded with love for him that we never stopped and looked at the other characters ONCE and just thought for at least one second "Hmm, JJ is kind of attractive isn't she?" Like, seriously? It's probably because she's married and has a kid and blah, blah, blah... but, do we really think about that stuff in our fanfics? These our Fanfics and we are fans, we have a right to ignore that kind of stuff. And so, I'm writing this for those crazy fans like me, who used pretty much almost every keyword in the dictionary and could not find ONE JJ X Reader fanfic, and for normal people who love JJ. Enjoy.

(A/N: In this story, instead of getting married to JJ, Will left when he found out JJ was pregnant. If you don't like plot changes, then, go. This fic is also rated M and contains smut content. If you don't like it, go somewhere.)

Story start:

My Love For You

You poked absentmindedly at the sub you brought for lunch while you watched JJ as she talked to Morgan. Honestly, you were scaring yourself. You were noticing things about her that any normal girl wouldn't even think about. You noticed how her long and beautiful blonde hair flowed so perfectly down her back, you noticed how her eyes glimmered when she laughed, you noticed how beautiful her smile was, you noticed how womanly her legs were... you even noticed the nice shape of her- butt. You sighed and contemplated how you could have possibly become like this.

It all began on a sunny spring day-May 27th 2013, to be exact. You could never forget the date, because that day was the day your life changed for the worst, but, also, for the better. The television in your living room was on a rerun of the news; the reporters were talking about a serial killer who targeted women around your age, (insert age here), but, you weren't paying attention. You were too busy picking out clothes. You were going out on a date with your (boyfriend/girlfriend, whichever you prefer), and you were very excited about it. "Hmm, what should I wear," you wondered out loud, "this?" You said, holding up a pretty (favorite color) dress. That's when you heard a beautiful and captivating voice coming from the TV. You turned around to see a pretty blonde lady on the TV. She was giving very specific details about the killer to the reporters, so, you guessed she was a profiler. You didn't know much about the FBI, but, that part was obvious. As she kept on talking, you stared at her as much as the television would allow. She was beautiful, you thought. She had long, blonde hair, and pretty blue eyes. She was wearing all black. She looked so legal, it almost scared you. Somehow, you liked that. Suddenly and abruptly, a reporter interrupted her to ask, "What's your name?" To which the woman replies- "Jennifer Jareau," you repeated, "Wow, she's so pretty..." That's when someone knocked on the door. "Coming!" If you had stayed by the TV just one second longer, you would have been there long enough to see the profiler offer a sketch of the killer, which looked a whole lot like your (boyfriend or girlfriend), but, it was too late.

You opened the door, and there stood your (boyfriend or girlfriend) a knife in hand. Unlike what anyone else would have done, you didn't run. You couldn't believe your longtime lover would really do this to you. Maybe this was a surprise and he/she was going to cook for you at your house tonight, and they brought their own knife so they wouldn't ruin your's. That was a ridiculous theory, and you knew it. You just had to think of something to believe, anything, other than that this man/woman had come here to kill you. "Hi, (insert killer's name here). How are you today?" You stuttered, as you made a step backwards. "Don't pretend to be all butterflies and honey with me," he/she growled, "You know good and well what i'm here for. You saw the report on the news, didn't you?" That's when you ran. You picked up your seemingly glued feet off of the floor and ran for your life. Soon, though, your back was against the wall at the end of the hallway. It was too dangerous to run into any of the rooms. He/She could lock the door, and he/she would still have you cornered, just in an even smaller space than you were in now. You cursed yourself for buying such a small house. He/She was getting closer to you. In desperation you called for help. "Help!" you screamed. "Shut up!" your tormentor growled at you. You kept calling. "Help, Hel-" your next attempt was muffled by the hand of your would-be killer. "Didn't I tell you to be quiet?! Unless you want to die, you'll shut that pretty little mouth of your's." You whimpered into their hand, but, remained otherwise silent. He/She raised a knife to your neck, and you were ready to die.

Suddenly, your door flung open and two agents- bulletproof FBI vests and all- entered. There was a pretty black haired one and an even prettier blonde haired one. Your eyes widened. "Let the girl go." the black haired one tried to reason. "Why would I let her go? She's fresh meat." your killer stated as easily as saying his/her own name, licking their lips disgustingly. You whimpered again. Now, it was the blonde haired one's turn to try. "Emily, put away your gun," she said, determinedly. "What?" the black haired agent- who you now knew as Emily- questioned. She was almost as surprised as you, whose eyes widened so huge they looked like they would burst out of their sockets. "Just do it." the blonde haired one commanded. "Fine." Emily sighed, putting away her gun.

The blonde haired agent also put her's away. She held her hands up, almost as if she was surrendering. Emily followed her lead. The blonde haired one took a deep breathe and began to speak. "I know how you feel." "How could you possibly know how I feel?" your would-be killer retaliated. "Yes, I do," she continued, "You're desperate and you don't know where to turn to. So, you pretend to like to kill these women, so you will have a purpose, so you will be noticed. However, intervening in people's lives is not the only way to be noticed." Tears started to form in your killer's eyes. His/Her grip on the knife faltered. "Really?" they sniffled. You had no idea the one you had been dating felt this way. You felt sort of guilty for not giving them more attention. "Yes, really," Emily chimed in, "and where we'll take you, you'll lots of attention, trust me." "R-really?" your killer sniffled again. Both Emily and the blonde haired lady nodded their heads. "Really." they both said in unison. Your killer let go of you and walked slowly over to the agents. He/She turned around, and Emily began to put cuffs on your would-be killer. She said the normal stuff, "(insert name here) you are under arrest for the murder of 4 women and attempted homicide of another woman. You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to a lawyer blah, blah, blah..." but, you didn't hear all of that. The words "4 women" echoed in your head. 4 women? They had murdered 4 women before attempting to kill you and you never noticed?! You sunk to the floor and buried your head in your knees. You sobbed quietly.

The blonde haired agent came and sat next to you on the floor. She rubbed your back, comfortingly. When you finally stopped crying, you looked up at her. She looked just like that woman on TV... but, that wasn't possible, right? That beautiful woman you had saw on television couldn't possibly be sitting next to you right now- but, you had to know. "Are you-" Before you could finish your sentence, she interrupted. "I'm agent Jennifer Jareau. I work for the FBI. If you don't mind, we would like you to come down to the station and answer some questions for us." This woman is all business... you thought. It took a while for it to occur to you. Wait, did she just say Jennifer Jareau?! You couldn't believe it. You really were sitting next to that pretty woman you had just seen on TV not 20 minutes ago. "S-sure." you stuttered. You still couldn't believe it, and atop all of that, you were still shaken up from the crime that had just taken place, so, you tried to get up, but failed miserably, crashing into a sad heap on the floor. The agent, who you now knew as Jennifer, stood up and offered you a hand and smile. You decided to take both, holding onto her hand and lifting yourself up and giving her the best smile you could muster up considering your feelings at the moment.

Needless to say, your former boyfriend/girlfriend got thrown in jail. However, on that day, when you were sitting in the police station waiting for your interview you were able to witness a little of what BAU agents do. And that little was enough for you. You began to train to become a BAU agent and you were finally accepted sometime in 2014. So, you had been doing this for a year now, but, it was still hard to get use to. When you first started, Penelope introduced you to the other agents; she was the first to become your friend. After that, in the year you've been doing this, you've found that your three closest friends were Emily Prentiss, Spencer Reid, and Penelope Garcia.

Your flashbacks continued, you were in the police station and Jennifer told you to take a seat. You sat in the chair. Nothing was unusual about that. What was unusual is that she suddenly started leaning awfully close to you. You blushed. She closed the distance in between your faces, your lips connecting. What?!, you thought, this never happened! Jennifer pulled away and looked into your (E/C) eyes. "(Y/N)," she said, smiling at you. You smiled back. "(Y/N)," she said again, but, this time she had yelled it. There was obvious irritation in her voice. It didn't take long for you to notice that this was a dream, and someone in the real world was calling you.

Your eyes snapped open, and you looked up at the one who had called you. Standing above you was Spencer Reid. "(Y/N), are you okay?" he questioned, his brows furrowed, obvious worry in his brown eyes. "Yes," you said, "Of course!" You gave him a huge smile. Damn. You had answered with too much enthusiasm. It would have been obvious to a deft man that you were lying. Reid raised an eyebrow. He sat down in the seat next to you. "Listen, (Y/N)," he began- you could already tell you wouldn't like this conversation. "Lately, it seems like something's been bothering you." He took in a breathe to start another sentence, and you interrupted, "Everything's fine, Reid. Don't worry about me." He seemed unconvinced. "(Y/N), you know you can talk to me about anything, right?" he assured. You sighed. "Of course, I know that, Reid!" Just then, you thought of the perfect way to get him off of your back. "Hey, how would you know if it seems like something's bothering me?! Have you been watching me, Reid?" you teased, hoping it would be enough to knock him off track. It was. "I-it's not that it's just..." Reid then launched into a million excuses on how he had not been watching you. You smirked. Reid was so busy trying to defend himself that he forgot all about your hidden melancholy. At first, his rambling was cute, but, after about the 100th excuse, you began to get bored. Emily noticed and came over to your table. "Hey, Reid, would you tell me about the origins of the Pythagorean Theorem again?" That definitely got Reid's attention. He took a breathe and thousand of words flowed effortlessly out of his lips. Emily sat in the chair next to Reid and nodded, pretending to be interested. She winked at you as you quietly slipped out of your chair and started down the hall. You were heading to the Computer Room. Garcia was great at making you laugh. A little conversation with her was bound to calm your nerves. You walked fast with your head down, hoping no one would stop you and try to make small talk. You were a bundle of nerves. You had no idea what kinds of things would slip out of your mouth. Suddenly, you heard it. "Watch out!" someone cried. About time you tried to look up, it was too late. You bumped into someone, and closed your eyes as you fell onto the floor.

When you finally opened your eyes you found yourself smack-dab in the middle of someone's bosom... but, who's? Well, it wasn't too flat, so this person was most definitely a girl, but, that was all that you knew. You hesitated before lifting your head from the soft shelter. You looked straight into the eyes of the person you ran into. You found that it was- "H-hey, (Y/N)" JJ stuttered. You blushed profusely. Within the next second, you were scrambling off her and onto your feet. "H-hi, Jennifer." you answered sheepishly, offering a hand to help her to her feet. "How many times do I need to tell you," she scolded, "Just call me JJ!" She grabbed your hand and pulled herself up. Her hand was soft and smooth. You cherished the feeling. You cherished it so much, in fact, that you didn't notice when JJ had fully pulled herself up on her feet and no longer needed your hand for support. "Um, (Y/N)," she said, seemingly uncomfortable, "You can let go now..." Your eyes widened as you realized you were still holding your hand. You let go quickly. "I'm so sorry!" you apologized, before turning around and running down the hall. "Wait!" JJ called, but, you were too embarrassed. Tears streamed behind you.

You weren't running frantically. You had a set location. The bathroom. Not because you wanted to cry, but, because you wanted to do- something else. You entered the bathroom and splashed cold water on your face. You looked in the mirror at yourself in disgust, knowing what you were about to do.

So, chapter one is done and you're left with a cliff-hanger. Sorry about that! Anyway, I know JJ is not really herself, but, I tried my best! R&R, please!