A/N: Hi new readers and old readers who have read my other stories "The Planets Bend Between Us" and/or "Not A Fantasy, Not A Dream, It's Just You and Me." If you haven't read those, I totally suggest you read those Jemily stories! However, this is a totally different story so you do not need to have read those to read this story! :)

This story takes place in season 3 and this chapter specifically takes place after "Elephant's Memory" and mentions the beginning of "In Heat." I do not own Criminal Minds or these episodes and their storylines.

Thank you all for reading! I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

I woke up to feeling movement in my bed. Opening my eyes, I felt her squirm and roll out onto the floor. I groaned and looked at the clock. It wasn't even 4:00 AM. Even in the dark, I could tell she was trying to find all of her clothes in a hurry.

"Going somewhere?" I whispered, startling her on purpose.

I could barely make out her face, but I could tell she was looking at me with apprehension. We never really talked after sex. She also tended to leave before I could say anything.

"Um… I'm going home. To shower and look over cases. I'll see you at work, Emily." And the blonde left without letting me respond. Typical.

I sighed aggressively. Every time the blonde would leave the bed, I couldn't sleep afterward. I turned the light on and got up. I walked to the bathroom to look at the person the blonde left behind. The bags under my eyes were as dark as my irises and contrasted against my pale skin.

I turned the shower on and stepped into the chilly water. I turned the knob and the water gradually became scalding, like I normally had it. The hot water burned my skin, but I invited the pain. I scrubbed my skin until it became red, almost raw with the heat. I washed my hair and shaved. I nicked the skin around my ankle and watched the blood trickle down into the water. I watched the water become red with curiosity.

I held my head under the burning water, letting it scorch my cheeks and lips. With a bar of soap, I scrubbed my body once again. I scrubbed away everything that has happened in the past couple of days. I scrubbed away West Bune, Texas. I scrubbed away the spree killings. I scrubbed away Owen Savage. Reid wasn't the only one who related to the teenager. I scrubbed away the blonde. I scrubbed away the way she kissed me. I scrubbed away the way she touches me. I scrubbed away the hunger and need that I have for her.

Putting everything into a box deep in my mind, I shut off the water and wrapped myself with my towel. I put on clothes and ate breakfast and waited for the text message to inform me that there was a case.

Three victims were found asphyxiated in Miami. The flight there was exhausting. We spent the whole time talking about MO and victimology. It was hard to pay attention. For some reason, I had a hard time staying with this case.

JJ was avoiding me, like normal. Every time she spent the night with me, she couldn't look at me the next day. It was bad enough that she was ashamed of what she was doing. She didn't have to hate me for it.

I felt a stare linger on me and looked up to see Morgan staring at me with a concerned look. He could tell that I wasn't paying attention. That my mind was elsewhere. I smiled at him lightly, trying to show him that I was fine. He was unconvinced.

Once we landed and departed from the plane, Derek approached me.

"You okay, Prentiss? You barely collaborated on anything in there. Something going on?" He asked, worry laced in his voice.

I shook my head and told him, "Lady problems. Don't worry about it, Morgan. My mind is still sharp. And, if I really wanted to, I could still beat you up if need be." I even hit his arm, to convince him that I was well enough to mess around.

"Ouch," Morgan gasped playfully, pretending to look offended. "I'm hurt, Princess. Truly."

After meeting Detective Lopez from Miami PD, I watched JJ's eyes widen. I followed her line of sight and saw one Detective LaMontagne. My hands curled up into a fist once he approached us. We all knew what he was doing with our media liaison. No matter how much she had tried to hide it from us.

He tried to explain to us why in hell he was here, but I didn't hear a word come out of his mouth. I spent my energy trying to calm myself down and not tackle the southern man. Will LaMontagne pulled JJ to the side and whatever he said made her upset. I could feel the anger rise up inside of me.

I was thankful when I was given something to do with Lopez and Rossi. I put all of my attention back to the case. I shoved back all my feelings about the blonde and the man from New Orleans.

Of course. If things were going to get worse, they would. I should have expected it. The second we found out the victims were gay, JJ kept staring at me at me. I was annoyed, I was frustrated, I was furious. The blonde made it perfectly clear that I was nothing other than a fuck buddy?

So believe me when I say that I was surprised when JJ approached me with a water bottle in her hand and gave it to me. Maybe she just needed company. Or comfort. That's all she wanted from me anyway.

"For you," JJ said, passing me the water bottle.

"Oh, thank you," I told her while awkwardly opening the water bottle. "You read my mind."

"I don't understand how it could be this dry when it's this humid," JJ muttered, standing closer to me than she had been since last night.

I raised my eyebrows. Small talk? After sleeping with me? There was something off. "Mmm," I groaned before taking a sip of water. "Sweat all your fluids out outside and then come into bone-dry air conditioning."

"Well, then if I could just hook this up to an IV…."

I paused, not knowing what to say next. I was tired of this awkward conversation. Maybe she just wanted to ask about me being gay to get closer to the case. To understand. I decided to control the conversation so it wouldn't come on me. "At least we have something fun to look at to keep us on our toes."

JJ furrowed her eyebrows as if she had no idea what I was talking about. "What do you mean?"

I nodded in the direction of the man across the station. "LaMontagne."

The media liaison looked back at the southern man and said, "You think so, huh?"

I couldn't believe that she didn't just come out and tell me about him. She should've known that we all knew about them. But still, she didn't say anything. I put on a fake smirk and replied, "Don't you?"

JJ looked back at Will and her glance lingered on him. "Yeah, I guess he's… he has a thing."

"Definitely a thing," I said, raising my eyebrows. I somewhat enjoyed messing with her. It felt nice not being the one messed with for the first time. The girl she had casual sex with was talking about her boyfriend's attractiveness. Must be hard for her. I didn't really care.

JJ couldn't hide how upset she looked after she had a chit-chat with her beau. And Will couldn't hide his disappointment. I was surprised that the blonde had broken up with him. He wasn't good enough for her, that was true. But he did care for her. But probably not like I did.

It was a late night to go to bed in the hotel we were staying at. It was already morning when we actually got there. I rushed to my room. It usually took me hours to fall asleep, so I wanted to hit the sheets sooner than later.

As I started to doze off, there was a sharp knock on my door. Angrily, I got up and opened the door. Before I could find out who it was, I felt the person press up against me and clash their lips on top of mine.

I held her close to me and breathed in her scent. She hungrily pulled off my clothes and I did the same to her. Many people would call this wrong. But how could something so wrong feel so right?

Hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter! Things are about to become super interesting. I know JJ seems like she's being a jerk. She is. I'm not defending that. But you'll understand how she feels later.

Thank you all so much for reading! Reviews are welcome and appreciated! You will make a girl very happy! :)