So the story begins…

This could not be a mistake, could it? Emily thought. She worked hard to get here, to have a change to get in one of the most elite teams of the FBI. Somehow the news she got from her, what she thought, boss was anything but what she expected. A mistake had been made, or so he told her. With a sinking feeling in her gut she stood up from the chair. Her posture rigid, perfect and unfazed like her parents taught her and she spoke up without any evidence of disappointment in her voice. "Sir, with all do respect, I think the only mistake that's about to be made is that you think I needed help getting in. That thought is clouding your judgement and for a profiler, no offense, you're doing a terrible job profiling me. Maybe this team is not as good as I thought it was, thank you for making that clear sir. Have a good day." She turned around and opened the door. "Prentiss" agent Hotchner called after her. "You have to admit that it's suspicious right?" "I mean normally the hiring of agents is done by me, this never happened before and you're right, my assumptions might be clouding my judgement but I'm not willing to risk the dynamics of the team by not thinking this through". Emily didn't know what to say, as a realistic person she totally agreed. She might've responded the same way if the roles were reversed, but it was still very disappointing to have created this kind of doubt in a person who didn't even know her. And the sad part was that she knew that she should've been used to it by now, after not knowing any different. But it was still hurting her, not that she would ever let any of that pain show on the outside. It was hers and hers alone. Raised by politicians she knew better than to show her feelings. Being emotional detached was installed in her, and she was very good at it. Agent Hotchner continued, "so I apologies for being so straight forward. Maybe we should try it, to see how it goes." The situation was awkward. Emily was still standing in the door opening, not moving a muscle while thinking about what agent Hotchner just said. She looked him in the eye and could see that he didn't trust her, not a single bit. She was ready to walk away, but was it okay to justify walking away just because she didn't like the look in his eye of mistrust. Did she ever saw someone looking at her differently? Most people gave her that look in the beginning, normally she didn't care and would take it all in and prove them differently. So why would today be different? She kept her eyes unimpressed and answered, "So you're putting me on probation?" The simple answer that came from the stoic man in the room. "Yes". They kept staring at each other, brown eyes locked with brown eyes. "Okay, I accept" Emily's answer was short but polite. Politically correct after the treatment she just had. And again, she was used to it, she didn't even had to think about these things. It was a blessing and a curse, sadly enough Emily didn't know it was a curse. Deep down she knew there was more out there, she experienced it, but she put it all away. She chose the easy life. She was in control. "Come back tomorrow morning and I'll have our media liaison help settle you in" her now boss spoke up. "I will, have a good day sir." With that, Emily walked out of the door. She knew her boss didn't trust her but at least she got the job. The one she worked hard for, probably the only goal in her life. She was happy. She knew she needed to prove herself and it might sound cocky, but she knew she would. With that being handled she went home. She did some laundry and tried to think about a way to celebrate. Emily was a creature of habit, not all of them were particularly good but she liked it like that.

So that's how she ended up at the bar ordering a scotch. More often than she'd like to admit did she end up in some local bar near her apartments with the intension to find some company for the night. Of course finding a local gay bar was a little harder to find in some places where she lived, but she would always find them. She moved her 3 weeks ago and already found one she frequently visited. It was a nice bar. Not too crowded, but enough people to observe. The lights were slightly dimmed and the music was not to loud. She sat in her normal seat at the end of the bar, this way she had a good view of the bar through the mirror. She already saw this gorgeous woman sitting by herself on the other side of the bar. The woman kept looking at Emily, raking her eyes over the dark and mysterious brunette. Emily could feel the beautiful woman checking her out, she took a sip of her drink and waited. After 2 minutes the woman stood up from her seat and walked very sensually over to the other side of the bar. Slowly, hips swaying slightly and eyes fixated on the brunette. The woman stood next to Emily, trailing her fingers over the brunettes arm to get her attention. Emily looked up in bright green eyes. "I haven't seen you here before, have I?" the woman said with a smooth voice. Emily let her gaze follow every curve of the woman who still remained nameless. Without looking up, gaze still slowly trailing downwards over the long legs, back up to the collarbone and slowly let her eyes go back to the swell of the breast of the other woman. "No, no you haven't, my name is Emily" The other woman was well aware that the woman she knew as Emily was checking her out. "Like what you see Emily?" the woman asked the other brunette. This snapped Emily back from her staring, she looked up in those green eyes again and replied "Yes, very much so." She could see the pupils slightly dilating in the eyes of the nameless woman. "Well Emily, I like what I see too" she said while moving closer to the brunette. "My name is Amy, in case you'd like know" trailing her hand over the brunettes thigh. Emily gave the woman an appreciative smile "Amy, would you like to move this somewhere more private? My apartment is not too far from here." Emily said with a sultry voice. Amy grabbed one of Emily's hand and practically dragged her out of the bar. As soon as they opened the door to Emily's apartment Amy pushed Emily against the now closed door. They both knew that this was going to be a very good night. They started kissing, heavily, no build up. The kisses were getting more aggressive, more passionate with every minute. Hands started to roam as soon as the kisses started. It didn't take long before clothes started to come off. "Stairs" Emily said in a ragged breath. And soon they were panting in Emily's bed, recovering from their second round of hot, steamy and passionate sex. Amy climbed back on a still spend and recovering from an intense climax Emily. Silently but not subtlety letting the brown eyed brunette know that the night had only begun.

The next morning Emily woke up with a satisfied smile on her face. She opened her eyes and stared into green ones. "Hi" she said while touching the length of the green eyed woman's arm. "Hi" she got in return. They kept staring into each other's eyes and smiled. "So last night was amazing; I didn't expect it to be this good" Amy said with a laugh. "Well, there are no complains coming from me" Emily replied. "I'm really sorry to do this, but I'm starting my new job today and I really don't want to be late on my first day" Emily said. "Oh no, absolutely! Let me grab my stuff" Amy answered while making a move to get out of bed. "No, wait, that's not what I meant. I'm just trying to say that I'm jumping in the shower real quick and then I'm going to head out. There is no need for you to rush out her too, sleep in my bed, eat my food, take a shower but just make sure you close the door after you leave". Emily said like it was the most normal thing to do in the world. Amy gave Emily a weird look, Emily could've sworn she saw a shimmer of fear in the green eyes. "Oh, no, no, this is not me asking you to turn this into something permanent, don't take this the wrong way. I had a really good time, believe me, a really good time. I'm not looking for that kind of relationship, frankly I don't do relationships. So I'm sorry I gave you the wrong impression, that was not my intension. I'm just saying there is no need to do the walk of shame by hurrying out the door." Emily said while searching the face of Amy for any giveaways of what she's was thinking. "That is so kind of you Emily" she said before giving Emily a small but lingering kiss. Emily got up and jumped in the shower. Soon enough she was ready to leave for work. She poured some coffee into a cup and looked at Amy who appeared down the stairs in nothing but a bi Yale T-shirt, her shirt. She walked up to Emily and took hold of her hips "good luck today Emily". She gave Emily a small kiss that soon turned out into a very passionate one. "Thank you" Emily said and walked out of the apartment.

She was a little early at her new job. And made it a mission to find some coffee in this place. As soon as she saw the coffee machine in a corner, she made a beeline for it. Just as she took a turn to the small corner she bumped into someone who was carrying a steaming cup of coffee. Trying to avoid getting burned more then she already was, she held her blouse away from her skin. "I'm so sorry!" a voice said. Emily looked away from her blouse and up into the eyes of the person she just bumped into. She was staring at a beautiful woman, for a few second all she did was stare into those eyes. She shook her head slightly and finally responded. "No, don't apologize! I wasn't looking where I was going, are you okay?" The petite blonde and blue eyed woman looked at her with a surprised look on her face. "You're seriously asking if I'm okay? You're the one who is wearing my coffee, I should be asking you this question Agent.." the blonde said. "I'm fine and it's Prentiss. Emily Prentiss". She said while sticking her hand out to properly introduce herself. "Agent Prentiss, it's nice to meet you. I'm the one who is going to help you settle in. My name is Jennifer Jareau, but people call me JJ. This, coffee thing, it's all part of helping you settle in!". She laughed while taking the brunettes elbow to get some more coffees. JJ couldn't help notice that the new agent was very attractive. "Well, I guess a thank you is in order then Agent Jareau" the brunette said with a small smile. The tension in the small breakroom was very noticeable. Emily cut the tension by telling JJ that she was going to get changed real quick and walked out of the tension filled breakroom.

When Emily came back from changing she looked for the blonde. She caught a glimpse of blonde hair in an office on the second floor. She walked up to the office. "I'm not used to having people around this early, usually they start filtering in in about 40 minutes. Again I'm so sorry". Emily looked at the blonde, all the thoughts of Amy were gone. She was mesmerized by those baby blue eyes. She hasn't feel been feeling anything like this in a long time. Not since she was 16. She was so deep in thought that she almost forgot to answer. "It's okay Agent Jareau, let's get this boring paperwork over with shall we" she said with a small smile while gesturing at the paperwork. And so JJ started to explain bureau protocol and they signed all the necessary papers. They both tried to focus, but they both felt the same tension. Emily knew that this woman was going to be the death of her. And JJ knew she was in trouble.