CHAPTER 1

So this is just a little (well it was supposed to be little, I'm almost at 100,000 words now) story of how I think they're love story went. I'm not a native speaker, so please forgive me my mistakes. If you comment and tell me about them I will correct them.
It starts right at the end of 'Jones'.
Hope you like it.

"There's always going to be bad stuff out there. But here's the amazing thing - light trumps darkness, every time. You stick a candle into the dark, but you can't stick the dark into the light."
-Jodi Picoult

"Despite what you may have heard, cell phones can be very good for your health" I said, handing detective William Lamontagne junior my business card, on which I had written my private number. He smiled a crooked smile at me, putting my card in his pocket as I turned around to go to my team.
I felt his glare on my back as I walked away.
I couldn't stop thinking about him when I was on the plane. I'd never been the kind of girl to give her number to strangers. Maybe I did it because I was lonely sometimes and liked the feeling of Will flirting with me, maybe I did it because I was curious what could be, or maybe I just did it because I already liked him more than I would admit to myself.
I wondered if he would actually call, if he's curious, too or if I was just a quick flirt like any other. I couldn't tell what kind of guy he was, proving again how little I knew of profiling. I could get Garcia on it and find out everything there is to know and everything I'd later pray I'd never found ouut. But then I'd have to tell her about him and for now he was my little secret.

My phone rang before I had even reached my apartment; I picked it up after it rang a couple of times, trying not to seem like I'd been waiting for it, just in case it was Will.
"Agent Jareau" I asked out of habit.
"Hello, erm, it's Will." He stuttered.
"Oh, hello" I said, cradling the phone between my head and shoulder in order to unlock my front door. I tried to play it cool, when I really felt like singing and dancing. He had called.
"Do I disturb you or something?" He sounded insecure.
"Oh, no" I assured him "I just got home." I threw my stuff on the couch and sat down next to it. "What about you? Feeling better than you did earlier today?"
"Yeah sure, I guess I was just feeling a little... confused... this afternoon, with the case being solved... And you leaving." He seemed nervous but not like he regretted saying it.
"You know," I explained to him "sometimes, when you have worked on a case for a very long time, it's hard to understand when you have finally solved it but you'll realize that it's a good feeling, moving on, knowing there is one less psycho running around." I put on the kettle fo a cup of coffee and settled back on my couch. "You were right. About what you said. About cell phones being good for my health. I already do feel better." His southern accent made my knees go weak. I put the coffee powder in my cup, poured the hot water on it and went back to my living room.
"I'm glad, I could help" I said with a smile and could swear I heard him smiling too.
"But I still don't know what to do about my second problem..." He hesitated. "About you being so far away"
I couldn't believe he was actually flirting with me again.
"Well, I guess we should do something about it" I tried to sound confident.
"What are you doing this weekend?" He asked as if he was asking what time it was.
"What?" I didn't trust my ears. Was he implicating what I thought he was?!
"You said that you're not always working on the weekends, so if you don't have a case, you could come over and.. Erm.. I could take you out on a proper date." He murmured and I felt butterflies fly in my stomach.
"That sounds great" I said honestly "but I can't promise you anything"
"Yeah, it's fine. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have approached you like that" I could hear the disappointment in his voice.
"No, no! I wanna come. It's just that sometimes, quite often actually; we get called in pretty spontaneously." I didn't like the idea of turning down his first invitation so, knowing I would regret it later, I told Will that I would just tell Hotch I couldn't work on the weekend. I can't be on call 24/7, I hoped he would understand.
Will was psyched. "Awesome, I insist you stay at my house, I can't make you pay for the flight and a hotel room. I'll sleep on the couch."
"I wouldn't mind renting a room but now that you're offering it-"He interrupted me "please, give me a chance to make up the trouble you have to go through to get here"
"Fine" I gave in. "It'll be interesting to see the corners of New Orleans where the blood has already dried."
"Oh I know some great places, if that's all it takes to satisfy you." He laughed.
My laugh ended in a yawn. "Hey, sorry, I would really like to get into this topic but I had a long day and have another one tomorrow. Can I call you tomorrow evening?" I stuttered apologetically.
"Oh, right. Timezones. Sorry. Call me anytime" He said. "Good night, Jennifer" He hung up.
I threw myself on my bed, not believing what just happened. I was going to fly to new Orleans for a guy I didn't even know and then I would stay at his house. He was a detective after all, so I guessed I could trust him. Reid would have a statistic prepared now, on how police officers were just as likely to commit a crime as any other person.
But Will was different. Wasn't he?
I looked on the Internet for a flight, one arrived friday night and another one on Saturday morning. I texted will what he would prefer. It felt like I hadn't even sent it, when the reply came. 'The sooner the better' it said and I booked the one on Friday, texting Will my flight dates. 'I'll pick you up. Sweet dreams' he wrote and I lay down. I damned the cup of coffee, how retarded can a person be to drink a cup of coffee just before going to bed?
So I just lay there, tired as hell but inable to sleep, looking at the white ceiling, imagining what my life would be like if this wasn't just a two way ticket...