New story! This is a JJ/Emily friendship fic. I had this idea...more like this scene in my head that became chapter I and then I kept writing and it ended up as a full story!
They will talk about the case but that is not the main focus, the main focus are JJ and Emily and what they are going through in the story. You will see the rest of the team as well! They are an important part.
I really hope you guys like the story :)
PS: I don´t own Criminal Minds or the characters (only the ones I have created for this fic). English is not my first language as will see while reading, so tell me what you think and constructive criticism is really appreciated! Enjoy!
"It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
"Em I´ll go to the right!" JJ screamed to her friends. Both agents were chasing their suspect, they had gone to his home to make him some question, but he freaked out and made a run.
"Right!" She said back, running as fast as she could. From where they were it was possible they could ambush him, which was the idea. "Rogers Stops!" Emily screamed. "STOP!"
JJ heard Emily over the earpiece and began to run faster. "C´mon!" She saw him turning left in the next corner and saw their opportunity. "We got you!" Just when she was ready to surprised him and take him down Emily was the one greeting her. Both women were running so fast it was impossible for them to stop in time, so the inevitable happened, they collided with each other.
"SHIT!"
"FUCK!" Emily was the first one to stand up, or rather kneeled. "Oh that hurts." She said trying to regain her stability.
"How?" Was the only thing JJ said still on the floor, her head was throbbing.
"I got no freaking idea!" Emily said back. "Are you okay?" The brunette agents said now on her feet, supporting her body with the wall.
"No." JJ said now sitting holding herself with the wall as well. "I feel like I was hit by a car."
"Geez thanks" Emily joked. "Where the hell is he?"
"I don´t know! I thought we had him."
"Yeah, so did I." A little bit better Emily stood on her feet without the wall the support from the wall. "We should go back and tell Hotch we lost the asshole."
"Yeah but… can we leave this part out?"
"I don´t think we can." Emily then helped JJ up. "My shoulder is killing me."
"That is because my head hugged it." The blonde said, they both chuckled and then JJ winced.
"Are you sure you are okay?" Her friend asked her.
"Yeah…I think I´ll have a nice bump in a couple hours."
"You bet. Now let´s go, all these people looking at us are freaking me out." Emily put her good arm around JJ, just in case, and began to walk back to the SUV.
"Wait ´till the guys know about it."
"Don´t remind me." JJ said leaning onto Emily. Now she realized of the rest of the damage they did to each other. "My right knee hurts."
"Same here, I thing we did more damage that we thought." They both laughed and then Emily saw something. "JJ? Is that Rogers?" She asked her friend.
The blonde agent looked around and to her surprise her friend was right. "Yes, he is!" Both agents stopped and looked at each other. "Maybe this time we can actually get him."
"I´v got an idea." Emily then said. The brunette explained her plan and the blonde nodded her head and went to the left while Emily went to the right.
Rogers was calm, he saw Emily and JJ on the floor and ran for his life. When he thought he was out of the woods he began his walk to one of his friend´s house. He was just a couple of streets down the house when someone touched his shoulder.
"Excuse me sir, I think you dropped something." A female voice said, he knew the voice but wasn´t exactly sure from where so he turned around.
"I don´t…" His last words were held inside his throat when he saw Emily standing there and just as she predicted he ran again but was stopped by JJ. She had been waiting for him to run, and when he did she made him tripped.
"It hurts, doesn´t it?" JJ said with a smug smile on her face. "Let´s get him to the police station."
"It´ll be a pleasure." Emily said helping JJ with Rogers.
