I don't own anything sadly. Also, this is my first fic ever... scary I know, so feedback would be greatly appreciated if you feel like it! This is just short to start with as I am undecided as to whether to leave it as a one shot or continue further, will see how it goes.
She is everything. My job, in its simplest form is words yet I cannot even articulate what she is to me, let alone voice those words. She is everything.
As I glance around the room I confirm my previous feeling that all eyes had settled on me. Before I knew it I was out of the conference area, racing down the stairs and headed towards the bathrooms. Locking the door behind me, I slumped to the floor as moving anywhere at this moment seemed an impossible feat. The tears that had been threatening to fall all day slowly began to roll down my cheeks, staining my clothes with emotions that had been waiting to reach the surface for weeks. Rationally I knew I was being too emotional, but I couldn't help but feel. She had made me feel more than I ever had before, with fear and love colliding, leaving me torn to pieces, as she remained oblivious.
The concrete floor was cold and I couldn't help but remember the basement in which we had found her, having fought for so long, as only she could. What I cannot comprehend is the fact that she is still alive. I had felt her weak pulse, I had helped to carry her out of the basement, despite Morgan insisting it would be better if he had done it and I had been convinced that I had lost her.
Lost. Gone. Forever.
Shaking myself from my dark thoughts I managed to hear a soft knocking at the door followed by a muted "Jennifer". There was only one person in this world who called me Jennifer. I reached behind me and unlocked the door as I attempted to hide my tears.
"JJ, oh, JJ." I heard her mutter as she pulled the door open and saw me on the floor. I took a deep breath and turned my body so I could look up at her.
"Emily." I heard her name escape from my lips. Her eyes, dark pools that conveyed every nuance of emotion as she carried herself through the world, met mine and I saw a look of confusion which rapidly changed to one that was much harder to identify. It always amazed me, her ability to read people, and as I saw the change that flashed across her face I knew I did not have to say a word, she would simply understand.
As I turned my head and looked down at my tear laden shirt I felt her slide down the door and settle herself next to me. Emily reached for my hand, grasping tightly and intertwining our fingers. My tears began to fall once more at the touch and I felt her looking at me, as if analyzing her next move. Suddenly she is tugging, pulling me into her lap. With little hesitation I settle myself in the warmth of her body as she wraps her arms around me and I let my pent up tears flow. I am too big to fit comfortably but somehow it feels like I am where I am meant to be, as though this is my place in the world.