Emily knows when JJ hasn't slept. Mainly because she 'sleeps' right next to her. It's very convincing; the even sounds of her breathing, the slight rustling as she readjusts herself, even the fresh breeze of cold that overtakes her when JJ hogs the covers. Convincing, yes, but it doesn't fool Emily.
"Why haven't you been sleeping, Jayje. Are you okay?" Emily asks casually, reaching for a cup to pour the stale but still caffeinated coffee into. JJ, who was previously pouring her own cup to the brim, pauses and turns to look incredulously at Emily, the shock plain on her face. She puts the coffee down and clears her throat, Emily carefully bracing herself for the storm that's about to come, grimacing slightly as JJ opens her mouth to respond.
"What makes you think I'm not okay?" JJ says, giving Emily the 'I'm not in the mood for any runaround today so give it to me straight' look, staring deep into Emily's rich chocolate eyes and raising an eyebrow, almost cockily, as she knows Emily's attention is captured by her fully now. Breaking the gaze and turning back to the coffee, JJ can feel Emily's intense gaze upon her back, burning a hole in her clothes.
"I wouldn't be." Emily responds, and JJ very nearly drops her cup. 'What does that mean?' she asked herself, 'does she know?' Her worried expression is quickly replaced by a mask of confidence as she turns back. 'Play the politician', she reminds herself.
"I don't know what you mean." JJ shrugs, looking anywhere but Emily's wondering eyes. She catches Emily's smug smile, teeth and all, and it takes everything in JJ's power not to break and ask Emily what the hell she knows, who she got told from, where and when. Luckily, her internal prayers get answered. "I think you know exactly what I mean, Miss Jareau. You see, you must be more careful with where you want to 'gather information' if you want to keep, a secret from me, and you finding out in our bathroom wasn't exactly the smartest move you had, but you kept the secret for at least a few hours. Commendable really."
Oh God. She does know. JJ's mask falls away, and her shock returns. "You know." Emily inches closer.
"I do."
JJ wants to cry, and Emily smiles broadly and lays a hand on JJ's stomach, caressing her smooth and firm abs. JJ immediately relaxes, arching slightly into Emily's touch and almost forgetting that they're in a squad room. She quickly straightens back up, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles on her blue sweater, and looks Emily straight in the eye once again.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you right away, sweetheart. I just wanted to make it a surprise, you know? This is a big thing and should be treated as such." JJ grins at Emily, who is also still smiling.
"Baby, this is a dream come true!" Emily shouts, causing a few people to look over, and JJ to mime 'shut up' at her. Emily smiles sheepishly, and rests her head on JJ's shoulder, who cradles it. Breathing in her scent and feeling the tears beginning to form, Emily clutches JJ's back and whispers:
"The sweetest dream of all."