It's chemical.

It's just a chemical reaction that's what Emily tells herself, over and over as her fingers slam into her co worker over and over. It's just a chemical reaction a release for them both. Its just a chemical reaction inside either brains, no feelings just a chemical reaction.

It doesn't matter to either of them where is it. Wherever takes their fancy, the Jet, a hotel room or a public bathroom (that one time, but never again because like ew). Neither really knew what to call what they had, an agreement? Favours between friends? Maybe lovers? Co workers helping each other out? Whatever it was it started a year ago today, does that mean an anniversary? JJ wasn't game enough to ask, I'm happy with this she told herself.

They both had a sign, Emily would stretch her arms and then say she was "going to get coffee" a few minutes later JJ would make up something and find her waiting for her in her office, waiting for JJ to walk in so she could shove her against the nearest flat surface.

JJ would crack her neck and say she was going to the bathroom. Then Emily would make up and excise and find JJ in the Jet bathroom already down to her underwear.

Today was just like any other day with one difference the Jet's bathroom was out of order, the stupid pilot pressed the wrong button when landing and screwed it up until they all got home again. Normal they could wait, they were adults after all profilers for god sake they should have some level of self control expect Hotch had been keeping them apart all case. Now they both had an itch that needed scratching.

Emily had been attempting to sleep for the last hour or so, half because she was tired and half because if she was asleep she couldn't think about doing very bad things to the blonde sitting next to her.


~Lara Knight