I have been working on this story for a while but hit a bit of writers block. Hoping posting it will be the kick I need to finish it. I have three chapters done just working on the last one. I like fem slash and JJ and Prentiss are my favorites. Like always I own nothing but my imagination and this is where it has taken me. Enjoy and please let me know what you think.

People watching, it really is a side effect of the job. Profiling is just professional people watching, if you think about it, and believe me when I say I am good at both. Now I know we all made a pack years ago not to profile each other but at times like this I feel that maybe, just maybe that pack can be ignored or at the least slightly over looked. I mean it's not like I'm using this gift for evil after all. Okay it's not entirely for good but definitely not evil. Sitting at my desk in the middle of the bullpen, I am using every last bit of self-discipline, every last bit of self-restraint, every last ounce of self-preservation I have. Wondering what I'm up to, aren't you? I am sitting here trying to act as cool as possible, very nonchalant, very not interested while at this very moment my insides are doing the world's most intricate acrobatic act known to man. Why you ask? Well I guess it depends on the why you are referring to but really it all comes down to one why or rather a who. The who is Jay Jay.

The why is harder to explain but really I guess it's not that hard to explain. I guess maybe I should start the explanation at the beginning or at least close to it. Don't think you all want to hear about my birth and all that so yeah. Okay so today is the day I am making my move and by move I mean telling Jay Jay that my feelings for her go beyond friendship and are more like romantic. Speaking of romantic and romance, you're probably wondering why I choose now to tell her instead of the most romantic time of the year. Good question, I mean professing one's love on the most romantic day of the year is traditional, it's expected, it's so cliché and so very not me. Besides Jay Jay deserves the best and the best isn't normal, usual, traditional and defiantly not cliché, though, if I'm being honest I did consider it briefly. I may not have told her than but I did get working on my plan to tell her around than. So I guess that would be the first reason the second would be the fact that it's not really my favorite day of the year. Lastly she wasn't in town. I say this very cavalierly but even if she was I wouldn't have told her, I wasn't ready.

Okay so my second reason was the fact that Valentine's Day is not my favorite day, maybe I should elaborate a bit. Okay for starters I really don't understand the whole concept of Valentine's Day. I mean really, does someone truly need a day, a single day, to show someone, to tell someone how much they love them, just how much they care. Okay I suppose there was a time I enjoyed the notion the idea, though it was short lived. However, now all I can think about is how this day reminds me of pain and abandonment. You'd feel the same way, if when you were eleven your father left the day before Valentine's Day and never returned. Okay I know what you're thinking, did he die? Nooooo, but at eleven I almost wish he had. My father, the man I idealized, the man I adored the man I loved because well he was my dad, left us all behind, left me behind. He left on February 13th for work and never came back. He did leave us Valentine's Day cards on this desk. He even set them out when he left for work that day. We didn't think much of it because he worked weird hours and we thought at the time he just wanted us to have them when we woke up not realizing they were his way of saying good-bye. He cheated on my mom, cheated on me and yes to this day I still resent him for it, hate him even and am very much still bitter. Not only for cheating on us but for taking all the fun, all the excitement, all the romance out of Valentine's Day. But now many years later, the exact amount of years not important, I am trying to regain some of the romance. Plus like I said she was out of town with Mr. Crawfish, I mean Mr. LaMontagne. She flew down on Valentine's Day and remained in New Orleans until Monday. When she came back we caught a case which really sucked so yeah not the right time. And as always one case led to another which led to another, plus it had to be special and so not cliché, so it took me awhile to figure out just how to tell her. Okay and then there's the fact that I wasn't sure I was ready to face Valentine's Day just then for my own personal reason. So that's why I didn't make my move sooner, that, and the fact that she has no idea I have feelings for her. Oh yeah and the fact that I'm petrified about how she will react to said feelings.

Feelings, well that's the understatement of the year. I have feelings for the mailman, for Twinkies, for good wine but Jay Jay, that's completely different. With Jay Jay, I am madly, deeply, truly, head over heels in love with her, feelings so not an appropriate description but really I digress. I tried to ignore these feelings, telling myself it's just an infatuation, that it wasn't anything serious but yeah who was I kidding, that so didn't last long. And before all of you think that I'm trying to tare Jay Jay and Will apart you're only kind of right. I would never willing tear apart a couple in love, especially after my past experience. It's not like they are all that serious, I mean they have been seeing each other for a while sure but they are not exclusive, there's no ring on her finger. If they were and if there was I would never have planned the elaborate plan that I have. But they aren't so I have and now I am waiting for Jay Jay to return to her desk for phase one.

Phase one is simple and oh so teenage boyish. A card. Yes, I know, kind of lame and you're right it is but she likes these types of things, she likes cheesy romantic, she likes simple, and once she knows it's me I'm hoping she will love the geekiness that is me. So that is the moment that we are in now. Sitting in my chair trying to not look guilty, which is hard because god am I nervous and nervous people always look guilty. Spinning in my chair eyes closed, cause yeah I'm that bored and by bored I mean nervous and this is the way I have chosen to sooth my nerves. Spinning I am lost in thought when I hear a giggle. I know that giggle. I am in love with the owner of that giggle. That giggle can make my worst day better, the darkest day brighter and well you get the picture, if you don't sorry there is no hope for you. Still spinning I feel a smile tugging at my lips in the form of a smirk and then my spinning comes to an end due to the fact that my legs have come in contact with something and that something just so happens to be a someone and that someone is Jay Jay. Opening my eyes I am met with those eyes. Those most amazingly blue eyes. Eyes filled with such warmth, such compassion and such love. Her smile, I'm sure pales in comparison to mine but it is still bright. Tucking some hair behind her ear I see her turning towards the empty desk which is just kiddy corner mine. It's an empty desk that she has pretty much claimed as her own. Granted she has an office and spends a great deal of time in it but there are times when she needs to be around people, not locked away behind a door and at those times she sits there.

"Having fun Em? Working hard I see." She states this with just the slightest tinge of sarcasms, which I know is meant in a fun way not in her authoritative, official, grown up way. My heart can't help but warm at the tone in her voice.

"Oh so hard. What can I say I'm entertained by the simplest of things. Remember attention span of a three year old. Oh look shinny." I say this entirely straight faced because it's no secret at times I really have the attention span of a three year old but honestly those lapses of attention really has nothing to do with shiny and everything to do with Jay Jay but really details. Though I manage to keep a straight face, my counterpart cannot. A valiant effort she did make but fail miserably she did.

As she sits I can't help but feel the nerves again. The distraction from what was to begin was nice and needed but now completely forgotten as she is now sitting at her desk. I can't help but wonder how long it will take her to find it. I mean I tucked it under some files so that it wouldn't be overtly obvious but not so far down that I chanced her not seeing it today. As she settles back into paperwork mode I do my best to do the same. So not easy, not easy at all. It took about ten minutes for her to find my gift. Okay, who am I kidding, it took eleven minutes and twenty-one seconds. Yeah, I know what you're thinking really down to the second, what I can say I was staring at my watch the whole time pretending to do paperwork. As I was staring at my watch at the twenty first second I hear her stop shuffling the files. Just seconds before and remember I was staring at my watch so I know it was only mere seconds before she was reorganizing her pile and by that I mean she was pushing everything around her desk making it seem as though she is looking for something, looking like she knows where nothing is but really I think she knows where every single piece of paper is in her pile of mess but then again so not the point. The papers stop making noises so I slowly look up to see her staring down at her desk. I know I'm using the word staring a lot but really that's a very accurate description of what we were both doing. Trying hard to still act like I'm doing my paperwork when I hear a two word question. "Hey Em?"

Still looking down at the file in front of me I answer the two word question with a one word response, "yeah?" I know so articulate right, but come on I don't want to give anything away. However after several moments of no response I finally look up only to be met with those eyes but this time laced with confusion.

She's holding up the pink envelope and looking right at me with her eyebrow raised, "what's this?" I'm debating whether or not I should give her a serious answer or a childish one. Oh and by the way, that eyebrow thing, so totally hot.

"Looks like a pink envelope." Yup childish it is.

"I know that, but what is it?" She states this while rolling her eyes at me. She also has this look that screams smart ass. I hope she knows she just asked me the same exact question. Really she makes a living using words and this is what she comes up with. Makes me smile, internally of course don't want her getting mad at me and can't let her know that I am behind this but totally enjoying the fact that such a simple gesture has left her unable to respond more clearly.

Figure I should give her some thing, I come up with, "I don't know Jay Jay. What does it say?" I know brilliant right? She flips the front towards me so that I can see that JENNIFER is clearly written on it in perfect capitol block letters. "Well, maybe and this is just a suggestion, but maybe you should open it?" Yup so very much enjoying the blonder side of Jay Jay. Okay she may be getting a little annoyed with me because she just rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at me, but hey I'm having fun and my nerves have settled ever so slightly. She is just looking at the card flipping it and spinning it in her hands and I can't help but wonder if she plans on opening it anytime soon. "Well are you going to take my advice and open it or just try to stare it into telling you what it is?"

"I'm going to open it." She says this but makes no move to actually open it. "It's just. I wonder where it came from. Did you see who left it?" Okay so not telling you who left it not yet at least but I can't lie to her. So I have to say something that answers her questions without too much suspicion and I had better do it soon because I don't know how long it has been since she asked me who.

"Sorry." Phew, just in the knick of time. What? I can't lie to her and say nope, no idea who left it because come on I left it but if I leave it as vague as possible then it's not a lie. I am sorry sort of. Clearing my thoughts and refocusing my attention on her, I see she is still completely enthralled in the envelope. Her eyes have now turned dark in color, her lips are pressed tightly together and she is completely lost in thought. After what seems like a life time, at least to me since I swear I have been holding my breath the entire time she makes a move to open the card. Her thumb and pointer make their way to the corner and then stop, retract and again I find myself holding my breath. "Seriously, Jay Jay. Do you plan on opening it because the suspense is killing me?" It is, so again not lying.

"I will. It's just what is it? Who left it? Why'd they leave it?" Okay all valid questions but god I wish she would just open it already. Man who would have thought chasing serial killers would make someone so skeptical of a pink envelope. I mean really does she think it's a bomb or I don't know maybe it contains anthrax or something. Wait the anthrax thing could totally happen, okay I guess I understand her concern, but we work at Quantico, we are the FBI so yeah could happen but totally don't think it will.

Well since I know it is safe and harmless, I think a bit of encouragement is needed. "Well if you open it, you may get some of your questions answered?" Okay she can't argue with that, can she? Nope she can't she is opening up the envelope, thank god, it's about time. As she begins to open it, again I feel the nerves. For the love of god, I can face down a killer, stare down the barrel of a gun and go one on one with an unsub but this, waiting for her to respond is killing me, well obviously not literally but you get the idea.

Lost in thought I didn't realize she had opened it until I hear a slight gasp. My heart drops at that sound. Looking up I see tears. Not like running down her check tears more like filling the corner of her eye type tears. Tears can be good right? Using all of my profiling skills, which seem to have left me because at this moment I still can't deduce if the tears are good tears or bad. I see her eyes flying over the words that I have memorized, mainly because they are the honest to god truth but also because though the hardest thing I have ever written it was the easiest at the same time. At least it was the easiest when I stopped writing with my head and wrote with my heart. She has brought her hand to her mouth as she continues to read the words. I know she is rereading it because it's not a novel.

"Jay Jay." I say her name trying to get her attention because I need a better read on her. I am like pretty sure they are good tears but confirmation would totally be appreciated. Nope, not responding. Okay let's try her name again, a little louder this time. "Jay Jay." Yeah, still no response. I decided getting up and approaching is my next best bet. Rounding the corner and approaching her I place a hand on her shoulder and again repeat her name. However unlike before, I actually get a response this time.

"Em, what is this?" Oh God. She's asking what this is. Has she figured it out, she couldn't of, I left it pretty vague except for all the details. I know, I know, I'm full of contradictions. Plus there are more phases, I hope I haven't planned all the other phases for no reason. As I open my mouth to say something, to explain what I wrote, why I wrote it, she cuts me off. "Em, you need to read this. I…I….I don't know what to say, here read it."

Wow, that was close, so thought she figured me out. Okay what do I do, I know what it says but I guess I should pretend to read it. I should respond to it right? Oh yeah, you don't know what it says okay I guess I will read it and fill you in.

"Jennifer,

Since we first met I knew there was something special about you and each day I spend with you only proves as a confirmation. You always seem to see the best in everything, which continues to amaze me because of the work you do and the worst of mankind that you see. You always put others above yourself, more concerned about their welling being before your own. Your smile lights up a room, your eyes the windows to not only your soul but the souls of those around you. The compassion you show people, and the love you give your family is beyond words, though you always seem to know the right words to say. I can't imagine how different my life would be had we never meet. Honestly if I try it frightens me. You make it so easy to be your friend, so easy to fall in love with you, which is why this card was given, why these words were written. Though the hardest thing to write, it also comes with such ease. I love you. Not only do I love you but I am in love with you.

Love,

Me"

Okay so there you have it. What was written, what my heart has been dying to say, dying to tell her. Now I need to react to the words that I have written. Should I play it cool, should I act surprised and all girlie? Yeah okay that's not happening. So cool it is with a hint of being impressed. I think I can pull that off, here's hoping. Handing her the card back and looking at her though she is looking at the card now in her hands I respond with, "Wow. Jay Jay. I….I don't know what to say. Wow." Okay what do you think, cool enough or over the top? She's not responding, just staring at the card and rereading the words for what the millionth time.

Okay maybe I need to elaborate, say something else. But what, I don't want to let on and then my savior, my goddess, and the knower of everything. One guess? No guess, oh come on, savior, goddess, can we say PG, I know we can. From the corner of my eye I see a blur of color and muscles since Morgan is with her. As I turn my head to confirm my suspensions I hear "OMG, Jay Jay!" Yup so Penny, but surprisingly it's enough to grab Jay Jay's attention. As we both turn our heads I see phase two has begun, or arrived, no rather it is being delivered.