Title: The Breakdown of Jennifer Jareau (1/2)
Author: sofialindsay ()
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Emily/JJ
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, although Emily appears in my dreams quite frequently.
Rating: R
Warnings: Just keep in mind while reading this, Emily is my future wife and I'm not ready to be a widow!
Summary: They had all witnessed the breakdown of their press liaison, when all they could make out was "Emily, I'm sorry. I love you," over and over again.
AN: Unbeta'd because frankly, my beta's would want me dead for this and it's pretty safe for me to say no place in the World would be safe for me to hide out!
Archiving: Women in Kevlar

Emily lay on the cold ground and tried to ignore the throbbing pain shooting up her shoulder and through her chest. Above her, Morgan was screaming into his mic, but his words were merging together into a blur. In fact, the colder she became, the more everything was turning into a blur.

"Morgan…Morgan!" Catching the other agent's attention, she took a shallow breath and managed, "if…tell JJ, I never told her…I love her. And… and get her the fuck away from that detective…Promise me?"

"Damnit Prentiss, don't talk like that!!" Morgan screamed, pressing into her shoulder in a vain attempt to stop the bleeding. "You can tell her yourself!"

But in the end, Morgan had made that promise. A promise that the entire BAU, including Will, heard through the mics. One that he knew he would keep if Emily didn't make it.

Reid stood off to the side, watching his family fall apart before his eyes in that quiet boyish way. No one could fault him though, no one knew what to make of it themselves. Silently, he made a vow to always be there for JJ- for JJ and the baby that he prayed would look more like JJ than Will.

JJ had flown into a rage, screaming out the profiler's name and fighting off Will's arm as he tried to hold her possessively to him. She even managed to get a punch in when he held onto her a little too tightly, much to everyone's elation. Garcia had simply cried before putting herself back together and being the supportive friend to JJ as she cried.

Hotch was more than happy to escort the Southern Detective out of the New York FBI Headquarters, JJ's screams still echoing in his ears. He had known that the possessive and downright-shady creep of a man had caused problems between his press liaison and his profiler, something which he was not too happy about. He hung his head in shame however, that he hadn't picked up on the mutual love growing between them.

They had all witnessed the breakdown of their press liaison, when all they could make out was "Emily, I'm sorry. I love you," over and over again.