Girls In Lock Up

Disclaimer: CBS owns Criminal Minds, never ever me.

Summary: Emily and JJ are detained at a small town jail and after making an emergency call to Hotch and Dave, decide to pass the time until they're released...

A/N: This is a little something that I loved, and I love the Emily/JJ friendship, so I decided to re-tweak their fics and post them as an epic series of oneshots.

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"Defer no time, delays have no end." William Shakespeare


Emily sighed as she looked out the holding cell she and JJ were currently sitting in.

"Well at least it's not as bad as it looks" Emily said lifting her head off the small cot to look at JJ, "What?"

JJ rolled her eyes, "Not as bad as it looks? Are you kidding me?"

Emily sat up, turning to face the petite blonde "Now what?"

JJ raised an eyebrow, "You know they're never going to let us live this down, right?"

Emily shook her head, "I know. But there's no use in being a stick in the mud about it. You know have a little fun at the Sheriff and his deputy's expense."

JJ tilted her head to the side, as she ponder over this, "Well how much longer?"

Emily looked at her wristwatch, "Not long. But the guys didn't really give me a specific time frame until their arrival."

JJ sighed again, "All right. I guess I can go along with this, just as long as the team doesn't know."

Emily cocked her head to the side, "You think I'd tell them about this?"

JJ shook her head, "Thank God we already got to call Hotch and Dave, I don't know how much more I can take of this."

"Me either" Emily admitted, "But I never realized how boring it is sitting in a holding cell."

JJ looked over at the door, "I get it, Emily. I said I was sorry, ok?"

Emily rubbed her head, "I've already forgiven you for that. Besides we're in here for you protecting my honor. And my girls from being groped."

JJ chuckled, "Well it's not like Hotch was there to defend your honor."

"And he'll know that we got into a bar brawl when we were suppose to be interviewing the bartenders." Emily told her, "And that's the last thing he needs to hear is that we were being hit on when we're trying to do our job."

"Well I guess that's my fault" JJ told her, "I never wanted to punch him but after seeing him go for your girls..."

"It's fine, Jayje." Emily told her, "The Sheriff knew that but he still arrested us anyways..."

"Because he's got a thing for you..." JJ said grimacing, "And the Deputy has his eye on me."

"Well his stutter when he was talking to you was kind of cute." Emily told her.

"No it wasn't." JJ said looking over at the door, "Show time."

Emily stood before the jail cell, looking out as the Sheriff made his way over to the two women.

"Agent Prentiss" the sheriff replied tipping his cowboy hat at her.

"Sheriff Rollins" Emily said, "Sir, when are we being released? The bar owner agreed not to press charges..."

"Not until your boss comes" Rollins informed her, "Now we need to finish that incident report. If you'll follow me, while Deputy Crowley will keep Agent Jareau company."

"Certainly" Emily said turning back to JJ who wore a look of displeasure.

Emily left the room, while the deputy took a seat at the desk, pulling out a book.

JJ inhaled and stood up, walking over to the bars, "Deputy Crowley?"

"Yes, ma'am?" the deputy replied looking up from his book.

"Please don't call me ma'am" JJ said, her mind flashing to an image of Strauss "Can you come closer, please?"

Crowley set his book down, walking over to the holding cell, he seen JJ shuck her work jacket off and her tanned skin was the first thing he noticed.

JJ flashed him a dazzling smile, "Now do I look like I belong in here?"

"No ma'am... Agent Jareau" Crowley stuttered, smiling lightly.

"And I'm certainly no troublemaker." JJ said chuckling softly, "I'm just a friend looking out for one of my closest friends. You know what that's like? Looking out for someone you care about..."

"Ye... yes ma'am. Agent Jareau" the deputy sputtered out, "I understand that. But the Sheriff he said that you and Agent Prentiss need to be detained."

"But you want to let me go, don't you?" JJ said pouting her lips, giving him puppy dog eyes, "I can tell you are a kind and caring deputy."

The young man smiled, as he looked down, "Yes, ma'am. I really would. But I'm not allowed to."

The smile fell off of JJ's face, as he walked back to the desk saying, "I'm sorry."

JJ sat down on the cot, licking her lips and covering her face with her hands sobbing lightly, then peeked through her fingers seeing the deputy conflicted.

Emily sat down in the chair besides the Sheriff's desk, while he pulled out forms for his incident report.

"Now lets get down to it..." the Sheriff replied looking down at the forms in front of him.

"Sir?" Emily said softly to Sheriff Rollins, "I can't take this anymore."

"Excuse me, Agent Prentiss?" Rollins said looking up at her as she removed her coat, "What can't you take?"

"This..." Emily said pointing to the small sheriff's station, "I can't handle this kind of stress, it's eating at me, sir."

"How so, ma'am?" Rollins said looking down at the paper in front of him, missing the glare she shot at being called ma'am.

Crossing her long legs, she rubbed her hands on her pants leg, "Well, sir the thing is I know what JJ and I did was wrong. We should of never lost our temper with the bartender..."

"That's very commendable to admit Agent Prentiss..." Rollins said.

"Please sir, call me Emily." Emily said flashing a bright smile which the sheriff returned.

"Emily" Rollins said, "As I said, it is commendable to admit your wrong doings, but you will still have to deal with the fallout of this with your own boss."

Emily sighed pouting, as she bit her lower lip, "But that's the thing, Sheriff. Agent Hotchner is going to throw a fit."

"A fit?" Rollins replied confused.

"Yes sir." Emily replied, "You just don't know how hard it is, working with a man like that. That's not to disparage against his leadership sir. Because he's very good at his job..."

The sheriff nodded as he listened to her, trying not to focus as her left hand lightly scratched at the soft skin of her collarbone.

"But sometimes there are just moments when you wished that you were anywhere else..." Emily continued.

"I understand and sympathize, Emily but what does this have to do with the bar brawl?" Rollins asked.

"Well sir" Emily said softly, "The thing is Agent Jareau was defending me against the bartender. He was behaving in an inappropriate and ungentlemanly like manner."

"Ungentlemanly?" Rollins repeated horrified.

"Yes sir" Emily replied as she made her a hurt look on her face, "He tried to touch my chest, sir. And he hurt my shoulder really badly." Emily's face made a show of wincing as she touched her shoulder.

"He..." Rollins replied, anger clouding over his face.

"JJ was just trying to keep me safe, sir." Emily replied in a sincere tone as she moved the strap of her top down, "He hurt me right here."

The sheriff couldn't take his eyes off the ivory white skin, he yearned to touch it, but when he seen the bruise his lust turned into one of protection.

Rollins and Emily looked up when they heard the loud bang of the Sheriff's office door opening, and seen a fuming Hotch and not too pleased Dave staring at them.

"Shit." Emily muttered as she pulled the strap on her shirt back up and grabbed her coat.

"Sheriff Rollins?" Hotch gritted out, "Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, FBI. This is Agent Rossi, we're here to collect our agents."

Rollins looked back over to Emily, who was biting her lower lip. "Agent Jareau is in the back in a holding cell with one of my deputies."

"Thanks." Dave quipped shaking his head as he headed in the back towards the holding cell.

"I would like to know Sheriff if this is how you conduct your station?" Hotch replied, "I sent my agents out here to help with a profile, I did not think I'd be making a visit while they're locked up."

"Your agents were involved in a bar brawl with a bartender they were questioning" Rollins informed Hotch, "It seems the whole incident could of been avoided but luckily nothing was damaged, all though your agent has some nasty bruises from the scuffle."

"Hmm" Hotch replied looking from Emily to the Sheriff, "I'll deal with this later."

Rollins raised an eyebrow at the whole situation.

Dave walked close to the holding cells, and he smirked when he heard JJ.

"Look this is your chance to be a real hero" JJ said sweetly, "To be the one who can give help to someone in real trouble."

"Ma'am" Crowley said, "I know you're a real classy lady with high honor but I just can't go around breaking the law."

Dave rolled his eyes, "Get out of my way."

"Excuse me?" Crowley asked turning around to look at the older man standing before him.

"Dave?" JJ called out, "Hey. So... how was your weekend?"

"Obviously not as good as yours." Dave witty replied as he pulled out his credentials, "I'm here to spring Ethel."

"Ethel?" Crowley repeated, "We have no Ethel's here."

"He's talking about me." JJ replied, resisting the urge to roll her eyes as she dropped the sweet attitude, "Look I had nothing to do with starting the bar fight, you're just going to have to believe me."

"We've got everything covered" Dave said, "So she's free to go now."

Crowley unlocked the cell door shaking his head, "By far the weirdest case ever."

Hotch stood in the Sheriff's office watching Emily sign off on her affidavit, he kept his eyes solely trained on the Sheriff. All he wanted was to get his agents out of this town.

"Thanks for your help on the case ladies" Rollins replied, "Sorry about arresting you all."

"Come back real soon" Crowley added.

Emily and JJ exchanged looks as they got into the back of their SUV.

"Yeah that's going to happen, real soon." Emily muttered as she pulled the strap on her shirt.

As they made their way in the SUV to the private jet, Hotch looked from Emily to JJ then on Dave.

He knew Dave was the only other person that was as pissed off as he is, even if he hides it better with an impassive look or when he cracks a joke.

"So what did you do that got you all locked up?" Dave asked looking over at the two women in the backseat of the SUV.

Emily exchanged a look with JJ both women nodded.

"Well I got groped" Emily said, "And well JJ saw red."

Both Hotch and Dave looked over at each other each puzzled by that, "And who started the bar brawl?"

"That'd be me again" JJ admitted, while Dave chuckled.

"Why are you laughing?" Emily asked "There's nothing funny about any of this."

"What?" JJ asked annoyed beyond belief.

"It's just..." Dave began wiping his eyes with a tissue.

Emily finally got it, and smirked lightly, "I'm rubbing off on her. The bar brawl is more my style then hers?"

"Yep" both men replied while JJ furrowed her eyebrows at that.

"Huh" JJ said, "Well that's weird, but hey it was for a good cause."

"Thanks, I think" Emily replied looking out the window, "Now lets get the hell back the BAU, I've had enough with this town."

The two women headed for the jet together while Hotch looked over at Dave, "Thank God for Emily's temper rubbing off on JJ because if that bartender... He's lucky got beaten up by her, because if it'd had been me, I sure as hell wouldn't let a little thing like being arrested stop me."

Dave shook his head as he watched his friend climb up to the jet wondering if when he'll ever have the guts to admit how he feels about Emily. 'Oh well that's a problem for another day.'

"Ok Rocky and Rambo, try not to get into anymore brawls until after we get off the jet" Dave said purposely not looking at the two women not wanting to see the dual glares as he chuckled.


A Spanish Proverb said, "God delays but doesn't forget."


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