a/n: as always i own nothing. but dvds, and the right to love aj cook. :) R&R.
Simply JJ
I took a deep breath and stepped aside. Jennifer, or JJ, a small, beautiful, blonde young woman, wearing a mid length black dress, black nylons, and a black coat, moved to where I had been standing. Her blonde hair was pulled back and wavy, and her cobalt eyes glistened with tears.
"Thanks, Hotch," She whispered to me. She cleared her throat, and began to speak, in a way that was simply JJ. I hated that she was up there, reading something fully heart felt, but sort of a lie. Because she and I both know the truth about Emily, and her 'death'.
"I've been thinking lately...that
we've had a lot of time to think lately.
And sometimes all that thinking is good
but, lately I'm not so sure.
Maybe that's how it has to be.
Maybe that's how it's suppose to be.
They say that the goal isn't to live forever
but to create something that will."
She chuckled slightly as she continued,
"I used to play soccer, so I know about goals.
I also know about winning.
And I know about losing.
When a team loses, it's a big deal.
It stings a little, but it's a wake up call.
Things are fixed and dealt with in practice,
and the next came, we don't make the same mistakes.
We make different ones.
This team lost, and yes, it's a big deal.
And it stings. More than a little. It stings a lot.
But it is a wake up call.
Things aren't fixed yet. We all hurt.
Each one of us.
But our 'practice,' it can make a difference
Our practice can be, remembering something about Emily.
Something good, and happy.
Something special between you and Emily.
Something funny, or something touching.
And if each of us remember a little piece of Emily…
create a memory.
And my goal, and probably yours too, is that
the memory created by all of us
will
last forever."
JJ stared at everyone for a minute. She made eye contact with every single person standing around the black box that, to JJ and me, held emptiness, and to everyone else, held the body of their beloved friend, daughter, colleague….
Some people shrunk away, uncomfortably, when JJ's eyes met theirs. Others stared right back, hard. I think it was JJ's way of saying: 'I understand'.
JJ was the media liaison for our team. She was great with words. But the strangest, and probably the best thing about JJ, was that her eyes told a story, and when words couldn't be found, her eyes did the talking.
You can see the emotion in her eyes. The passion. The love. The pain. The hurt. The friendship. The truth.
You can see simply: JJ.
JJ walked up to that black box, and stared painfully at it. She glanced back at me and placed a red rose on the top.
She spoke six words, flawlessly, with out stuttering, without crying, without a tremble, and then walked away.
"I miss you. I love you.