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Chapter Two: My Girl

She was right by her side as Strauss delivered the good news; Suspension is lifted for everyone. There may be more paperwork considering your.. situation, but the team is lucky to have you. If you're interested. A small smile even crept over her glossy, pink lips as Emily accepted the offer; I'm in.

But as, one by one, each member of the team filtered out of the room, she was no longer by her side, no longer smiling; she was simply staring.

She just stared.

Hesitant, soft brown eyes dared to meet that stare for the first time since they had nervously bypassed the blonde two days ago. It was time. "JJ.."

She unfolded her arms, her expressionless face giving nothing away as she walked towards the woman who had abandoned her eight months ago; a determination in her step that she should have recognized but the sharp piercing sound was as much as shock to her as it was to Emily.

The sting of an open palm meeting her cheek almost winded her and her typically calm, collected nature abandoned her for just a second. "What the fuck, JJ? What the fuck was that for?"

And then she broke. JJ, quite simply, broke. Her emotionless face fell, just like the tears and sobs that were now pouring freely from shining blue eyes. But when Emily reached out to comfort her, something that she had longed for for months, she didn't hesitate to push her away. "No!" She almost yelled as she swiped the tears from her flushed cheeks. "No. You do not get to do that. Not anymore."

"Jayje.. You know that I didn't have a choice." Emily reasoned, her hands out in front of her and that empathetic expression on her face that she typically gets when trying to depict sincerity. "You know I would have stayed if I could. You know.." Emily paused, that sincere expression changing to one of uncertainty as she realised.. "Don't you? Please tell me that you know that, JJ."

JJ shrugged. "I duno, Emily. You tell me. Wasn't it you who told me not to contact you? Wasn't it you who managed to trivialize everything between us in the space of two shorts seconds? Wasn't it you who got inside my head, fucked with me," She looked around the room for the first time, only just finding concern for who may be listening before she lowered her voice, "fucked me, ruined me.. and then abandoned me?"

"Jennifer.."

"Don't call me that." Her still teary eyes shot back to Emily's, her jaw locked. "You no longer have that right."

"Don't you get it?" Emily threw up her hands, frustrated, her raven-haired head shaking in disbelief. "Don't you understand? Don't you understand why I told you not to contact me?"

"Because you no longer had use for me?" JJ scoffed and turned to walk away, but a firm grip at her wrist stopped her.

"No." Emily spat angrily. "No. You don't get to do that. You don't get to act like I had any choice whatsoever in this, and you don't get to make out like it was easy for me. It wasn't easy for me! It was the hardest damn thing that I have ever done in my life and I knew, I knew, that it would be even more unbearable if I could hear your voice every day. If I had that option."

JJ's features softened as a new wave of tears pricked at her eyes, her voice dropping almost to a whimper. "But wasn't I worth that pain?"

"Was I worth that pain?" Emily shot back, continuing when JJ's confusion became apparent. "I had no idea when I could come back JJ, come home. If I ever could at all. How could I keep you hanging on like that when there was a very real possibility that all I could ever be to you was a memory?"

JJ had no words, none that seemed worth saying, none that mattered. What she did have though, was one burning question. "And now?"

Emily watched the younger woman for a moment; took in the truly breathtaking sight that was Jennifer Jareau – the truly breathtaking sight that she had only been permitted to visualize in memory for the past eight months. "And now.."

She'd grabbed JJ's upper arm and pulled her close before she could even question her clearly impaired judgment; crushed her lips against ones as soft as silk before she could recognize that she was putting their job, her job, the one that she had only just gotten back, in jeopardy; but the point where she finally did recognise that concern coincided exactly with the moment that JJ kissed back, pushed back, whimpered back and the thought was banished before it was even complete.

"Oh god I've missed you so damn much." Emily spoke breathlessly as she pushed JJ back towards the round table; the one that saw images of brutal rapes, murders, torture every single day but now.. well, now it was going to see something really, truly beautiful. "I missed your lips.." Unable to resist, she pressed her lips back to ones as sweet as honey. "Oh god, I missed your lips."

A grey, pencil-skirt was bunched up around stocking-clad thighs, a perfectly plump arse was forced upon a mahogany table, and toned legs parted, almost desperately, as JJ implored, "Emily please.. Please touch me."

And oh, did she ever.

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Glittery, pink-tipped fingers tapped feverishly at the keys beneath them as almost smiling lips, a much brighter shade of pink, hummed what sounded like a made up tune, until she clearly came to hear favourite part and, arms now wide open, belted out..

"You've got so much love in yooou! You've got sooo much love in you. I'm amazed that I'm talking to you! You look like.." But then, out of the sides of her twinkling blue frames, she saw it. Penelope Garcia had seen many things in her time but, wow.. "..holy fuckballs."

Now, aside from that one time in college that every girl in the universe seems to have experienced, Garcia had naturally considered herself to be wholly and completely, 100% straight – the perfectly sculpted chest of Derek Morgan was far too tempting for her to turn to the darker side of the rainbow. But this sight in front of her - the one with raven hair contrasting exquisitely with golden locks as crimson lips dragged over tan skin; the one with gasping pink lips forming a perfect O as clearly skilled fingers disappeared between open thighs – well, that one was a game changer and even rivaled the morning that she awoke to her chocolate Adonis, wet and shiny from his shower, standing before her in nothing but a towel.

It took a good fifteen seconds of blatant staring before she remembered something, something strong enough to tear her eyes away. Shit! She cursed to herself as she turned quickly to another screen, opened a separate window and began typing faster than she had ever typed in her life. Shit! Shit! Shit!

And then, for one second, as the security camera in the conference room found itself "temporarily down for maintenance" she breathed; a sigh of relief for her friends who, she promised in that moment, were going to get both a stern talking to and a congratulatory pat on the back for managing to keep this little love affair from her.

And then..

"Oh.." On the furthermost screen to her right, the image adorning it told her that things were about to get really, incredibly ugly, really, incredibly fast. "Oh no.."

She burst out of her lair like a bat out of hell, just managing to catch Will as Rossi nodded towards the conference room and indicated that that's where he could find the mother of his child. The mother of his child with Emily's face between her thighs, the mother of his child with an image of pure ecstasy painted across her innocent, baby face, the mother of his child who, if Emily was as skilled as Garcia had just seen her to be, was probably fast approaching the most intense orgasm of her life..

"Will!" She yelled, almost like the guy was her best friend, almost like she hadn't seen him in months when actually, she had seen him just that morning at the courthouse. And she flung her arms around him, gripping on uncomfortably tight, so tight that he was lucky that he didn't black out – but considering what he was about to walk into, that may not have been a bad thing.

"Uh.. Hey, Garcia." He spoke with a laugh in his soft, Southern drawl, coughing a little and holding his fist to his chest when she finally let him go. "I'm just bringing Henry by to see JJ before we head to my mom's for the weekend."

"Oh well, you know, my handsome little crawfish, I have absolutely no idea where she is. Perhaps we could-"

"Ah that's okay, Garcia." He smiled, speaking again before turning to leave. "Dave already told me where to find her."

"Wait, Will, uh.."

"I really, really should get this little guy to JJ so she can say goodbye. We have to leave by noon if we wana catch our flight. If we miss it, my dear ma will make sure I never hear the end of it."

He smiled again; that genuine, warming smile that actually caused her heart to crack in two. Poor guy.. But he was insistent, so reluctantly, she let him go; let him walk into a situation that would change his entire, perfect, white picket-fence life as he knew it. But not before..

"Will." She could see that he was growing frustrated. Of course, he was hiding it well, but he was definitely growing frustrated. "I have something to show Henry. How about I take him and you bring JJ down to my office to say her goodbyes." The poor kid did not need to see his mommy in such an undignified position, and he certainly didn't need to see the apocalypse that was about to occur.

"Uh.. sure." Will smiled and Henry had already let go of his hand and jumped up into the bubbly woman's arms long before he had given his permission. "You be good, Henry. I will be right back with mommy."

I wouldn't be so sure of that.. She sighed as she watched Will walk away, before turning to Henry's bright, blue eyes and smiling. "Is it time for chocolate? Aunt Penny definitely thinks it's time for chocolate."

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"Mmmm…" Her small hand pressed hard against Emily's head, gripped fiercely at raven hair as the older woman did incredible things to her pussy; as a skilled tongue twisted and curled against her engorged clit, as three fingers stretched her, one of which was rubbing in perfect unison at that mind-fucking, earth shattering spot somewhere deep inside her. "Oh God, don't stop, Emily. I'm so close.."

"How close?" Emily peered up at JJ, smiling as the blonde's juices glistened around her ever-inviting lips, her fingers still keeping up steady pace. "How close are you?"

"So close.."

"Oh yeah?" She whispered before she ran her tongue along the blonde's inner thigh, her eyes still peering up at JJ as she teased. "You think you can come with just my fingers inside you?" Her lips pressed in one long, open-mouthed kiss against JJ's clit. "Or do you need my hot, wet mouth sucking and licking your needy clit?"

JJ all but came there and then. There was nothing, absolutely fucking nothing, in this entire world, that was hotter than Emily Prentiss' perfectly enunciated dirty talk. Nothing. She often wondered how someone so sophisticated, so proper, could have learnt such language, but then another mind-blowing orgasm would rip through her and she'd forget that she had ever even thought such a thing.

"Just your fingers.. Oh fuck," She gasped as those fingers rubbed a little faster inside her. "Just your fingers. But don't stop looking up at me like that. It's so.. Oh god it's so.." Those fingers rubbed faster still. "Unnngh.. it's so fucking hot."

"Mmmm.." Emily's left hand gripped tighter at a hip bone beneath JJ's skirt as her lips pressed to an inner thigh once again, though her eyes stayed exactly where the blonde had requested them to be. "It seems that my girl is quite the exhibitionist."

"You have no idea.." JJ thrust her hips against Emily's fingers as her own curled around the lip of the table, almost struggling to keep up with the fast pace but she was nothing if not determined.

"That's so fucking hot. Tell me Jennifer.." Emily shifted forward on her knees to wrap her left arm around JJ's lower back and pull her closer as she thrust, and thrust, and thrust. "Did you fantasise about me watching you come while I was gone?"

Bad move. Totally the wrong fucking thing to say.

Suddenly the world stopped. Suddenly everything stopped, and with a shove of her hand as she pushed Emily away, she cut off the brunette's untypically stuttering apology before it left her lips; blinked her eyes several times as she frowned in hurt and contemplation; brushed down her skirt and slipped from the table as Emily, still on her knees, stared up at her with eyes that were saying something that didn't quite make it to her lips.

But then it came; a gentle knock at the door, a loving, smiling face peering through the glass, and as Will walked in - completely unaware of what he had just interrupted - JJ shot almost accusatory eyes back to Emily who was still kneeling on the floor before her. "Did you find it?"

Did I find what? Emily silently questioned as she quickly but subtly wiped JJ's juices from her chin.

The self-assurance that you're clearly looking for. The confirmation that I cared enough for you to be able to hurt me.. hurt me like you had intended to. "Your phone? The one you misplaced?"

It wasn't the reason that she had taken the career path that she had, but the acting skills that it was providing her with in this very moment were certainly proving themselves useful. "No.." She sighed as she pressed her hands to her knees, looked down at the ground one more time as if conducting a last quick search for the missing phone - but was actually searching for the courage that she needed to face the man whose wife had just very nearly come against her fingertips - before pushing herself to her feet. "I must have left it in my car. Or perhaps the courthouse. I'm sure I'll find it."

"Hey, Jayje.. She's as bad as me!" Will grinned, almost proud, before looking to Emily with a shrug. "I'm always losing stuff."

The irony of his last sentence almost choked her and the look on JJ's face told Emily that she'd made the connection too. Though, if the last thirty seconds was anything to go by, she wasn't certain that he had indeed lost his girlfriend.. she wasn't even certain that his girlfriend would ever talk to her again. She had been silent for far, far too long and she was grateful when Will spoke again.

"Anyway, I'm sure you two have a ton to catch up on. But you girls have the whole weekend to yourselves-"

Oh god, please stop. Emily looked away, masking her guilt as Will unknowingly said the wrong thing once again.

"-and Henry and I need to catch our flight soon."

JJ's eyes quickly widened in panic at a sudden realisation. "Where is Henry?" It wasn't like he would have seen anything, but if the young three year old was anything like her – something that he was proving to be – then he would have seen everything that Will was missing. Aside from serial killers, children actually made the best profilers; something about seeing the world through totally innocent eyes made that world a whole lot clearer, even when people tried so desperately to hide.

"He's with Garcia. She wanted to show him somethin'. I dread to think what that somethin' is considering how strange she was acting but I'm sure it falls somewhere between piles upon piles of candy that will make sure our two hour flight is going to be an exhausting one."

Garcia was acting strange? Each woman thought in unison, before, almost exactly at the same moment, coming to the very same conclusion; their eyes meeting nervously. She knows..

Will leant against the door frame hiding his impatience; he had too much respect for women engrained into him to hurry JJ along again, and too, he knew how much his wife had missed Emily during the time that she was certain she was dead, just like he knew that they had so many things to work out in order to fix their relationship. But what he didn't know, was that those things fell very short of anything that he could ever assume them to be.

JJ gave one last glance to Emily before she straightened her back, turned to Will with a smile and spoke - "Let's go find that sugared-up son of ours." – all the while, the words, my girl, my girl, my girl, ringing through her chaotic mind.