Hello everybody ! This is my first Criminal Minds fanfiction, my second fanfiction ever, so be nice, pleease :) I welcome any and all constructive criticism, ideas, and opinions. This is the translation of my French fanfiction "Inattendu", translated by my friend Stephanie because I'm soooo bad in English haha (well, writing it at least).
Summary : Emily always believed that her best friend knew that she could tell her anything, but JJ seems to be hiding many things from her... Above all, her feelings ! (Summary may change if I find a better one ^^).
Disclaimers : Criminal Minds belongs to CBS, but I wish I could borrow it from them sometimes !
Rating : T for violence and adult themes, but it may change later if I get carried away !
« Mrphumph... »
She reached out her hand, feeling around for her phone which was vibrating so violently on the wood of her nightstand that it threatened to fall off. Her fingers grazed the cold metal of her gun, and she groped even more before succeeding to grab the Blackberry that had awoken her.
With difficulty, she opened one eye to check the time on the phosphorescent screen of her alarm clock, and groaned. Six o'clock AM. Of course. She pulled her nose out of the pillow she had burried it in and rolled onto her back to answer the phone, without bothering to check who was calling. At this time of the morning, it must be work. No one else would dare to wake her this early if they valued their life.
« Agent Prentiss, » she murmured on the phone, rubbing her still closed eyes.
« Emily ? » asked the voice on the phone. « It's JJ. Sorry to wake you. »
Emily could clearly hear JJ's smile over the phone, and for some reason, this amused her instead of infuriating her. Only the pretty blonde, media liaison of her team, was capable of making her smile three minutes after a difficult awakening while the sun was not yet up. In any case, the simple sound of JJ's voice was able to make her happy. She suppressed her smile and forced herself to take on a threatening tone :
« Jennifer Jareau, you'd better have a good reason for waking me up before noon on Sunday.
-Sorry, Sleeping Beauty, but we have a case. Garcia said she would call you, but I thought that you would have trouble handling such an assault before your third cup of coffee, » taunted the blonde.
« Right away, » responded Emily, her voice still thick with sleep, « I don't know if I hate you or if I love you. And for all I know, you are the caffeine addict, not me.
-Come on honey, you know that you love me, » giggled JJ on the phone before taking on a more serious tone. « Get your ass out of bed and jump in the shower. We have a briefing in an hour and a half, and take off at ten o'clock. You can bring your blanky, we'll have time to sleep on the plane, » she said giggling again.
« Jennifer, you better have stayed in as good shape as you were in high school, because you'll need to run in order to survive !
-I'm not scared of you. In any case, in the time it takes you to get up... »
Emily giggled and hung up before letting herself fall back into the pillows. She couldn't prevent a little smile from escaping her. She hated having to get up in the morning, and as much as she loved her job, she wouldn't have anything against a small break. They had just gotten back from their last case, hardly two days earlier. She had not even had time to unpack. The only thing that made her see this call in a better light was that it had been JJ on the other end of the phone.
The young media liaison and she had been friends since the first day they met, in their team chief Aaron Hotchner's office. JJ had volunteered to show her around the office, and then to show her the best areas of Quantico, especially the bars. The two of them and Penelope Garcia, the most brilliant computer hacker on the continent and their team's technical analyst, had since then been such close friends that each of them had the sense of having found together the family that they had never had, or that they had lost. But Emily's feelings for JJ were different than those she had for Penelope. She had the impression not only that she could say anything to the media liaison, but what's more she felt the irrepressible need to protect her, to take care of her. And this was clearly due to the fact that she had never known anyone as generous, gifted and pure as JJ. When they were together, Emily felt peaceful, she felt safe, as though she were finally home, in a family, whole. And for that, she who had never had a true family could never be grateful enough, she could never give back even a third of the beauty of the peace the simple presence of the blonde inspired in her.
Emily sighed, and convinced herself to get up, thinking that instead of sitting on her sofa watching old foreign movies, which she would inevitably find annoying within two hours, she would soon be plunged into an investigation which would monopolize her and would prevent her from thinking about all of her failures, her old demons and insecurities. She always felt more at ease engrossed in profiling or clutching her gun than trying to feign a quiet life in her beautiful but oversized condo in the center of Washington DC. And more than anything, she couldn't but appreciate the presence of JJ as well as that of the other team members, Garcia, Morgan, Rossi, Reid and Hotch : together, they represented the closest thing to a family she had ever had and her only current relationships.
She extracted herself from her much loved bed and dragged herself, yawning, to the bathroom. A hot shower later, a little longer than planned so that she could relax her sleepy muscles under the speed jets, she chose an outfit which allied feminity and comfort, put on her heels and clipped her holster on her belt before strapping on the Glock 22 which accompanied her everywhere. She opened her dresser drawer, took out her ID to put it in her pocket, attached her badge to her waist. Then she grabbed her go-bag, unpacked all her clothes and threw them in the laundry basket before replacing them with new ones. She checked that her toilet kit contained everything necessary, that the bottles of shampoo, shower gel and perfume were still sufficiently full, stuffed her Ipod in her pocket in case she had some time to kill, and finally withdrew her Berretta 9mm and her ankle holster from her safe to complete her equipment. A glance at the clock told her she had forty-five minutes left to reach the office. Minus the inevitable half-hour ride. In fifteen minutes, she had just enough time to eat a cookie and drink a cup of tea.
Thanks for reading this first chapter, and thank you three times more if you leave a review, it warms my heart and helps inspire me to work faster (especially if you give me ideas :p). There are seven chapters published already in the French version, but pleaaaase be patient, given the time we need to translate it. I definitely can't do it myself hahaha.
Love !
Pegaze