Disclaimed!
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This was only supposed to be a one-shot but then I thought of something else to write. I've wrote a similar story to this chapter 'The Wedding That Never Happened' but it's different circumstances.
There may be a few more chapters of this fic and because I'm me, there'll probably be inklings of Jotch, but Emily and Will (Emill? Williss? Prentagne? Idk, they're a rare pairing I don't think they have an internet name!) will be the main pairing.
Let me know what you think!
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Will's eyes narrowed in on the brunette profiler standing at the other end of the veranda, talking the BAU's Unit Chief.
Rossi was talking about a suit the groom to be could wear or something to do with napkins, the detective couldn't quite follow the profiler's conversation as his mind wandered.
This whole wedding thing had got out of control.
One minute there was bomb strapped to his chest, then he was kissing Emily Prentiss.
He had kissed his, now fiancé's best friend.
How did he end up engaged so quickly?
Will scrubbed his face with the palm of his hand feeling anxious.
"Are you alright?" Rossi asked worriedly.
Will cleared his throat and nodded. "Yeah, I'm just... nervous."
"It's perfectly natural. Everyone is on their wedding day." The thrice married man assured. "I know this was kind of sprung on you but I can tell you've been waiting a long time to get JJ down the aisle."
He smiled thinly in response. "Yeah, it's been a while."
It had been a while, the detective mused silently. He can remember the first time he suggested marriage. It was the absolutely wrong time to even mention marriage. It was only minutes after JJ had called to tell him they were having a baby.
Ever since that fateful night, the guarded Pennsylvanian had made sure they never really discussed marriage. For her, it was unnecessary and would only occur because of Henry. Will was fine with that but yesterday's bank heist/invasion of their home/his kidnap/bomb strapped to his chest had changed her reluctance towards a wedding.
Bomb strapped to his chest... Will's eyes automatically sought out the slender Ambassador's daughter where she was still talking to Hotch.
"The nerves will go as soon as you see your bride in her dress." Rossi said knowingly, bringing the younger man out of his thoughts.
Will glanced to where Reid and Garcia were playing with Henry, in the profiler's expansive garden. He smiled at his son's happiness before replying to the hovering author. "Thanks for everything Rossi. This sure is a nice thing for you to do."
"JJ is family. So are you and Henry." Rossi shook his hand. "Just don't hurt her or you'll have the FBI after your ass."
They both laughed but Will grimaced as Prentiss caught the corner of his eye once more. "I should get changed."
Rossi turned to talk to the caterer as the groom walked into the house, or mansion as Rossi continually corrected everyone.
He had just made it into the kitchen when a small voice stopped him in his tracks. "Will."
"Emily." Will turned and smiled widely. "How are you?
"I'm not the one who was shot." She replied with a cringe as her eyes instinctively ran up and down his body.
He chuckled lowly. "I'm fine, thanks to you."
"I wanted to congratulate you and JJ." Prentiss said softly.
Will smiled thinly and nodded. "Thanks, but... honestly it's happened kind of quickly."
"You know it's the right time for you two. JJ loves you and she wants to marry you. You should feel like the happiest man alive." Prentiss tensed defensively of her best friend.
"I am, I just can't help the guilt I feel." He confessed quietly.
She shook her head adamantly. "Nothing happened yesterday to make you feel guilty Will. Trust me."
"I'm sorry, for putting you in an uncomfortable position though." Will stressed uncomfortably.
Rolling her eyes, Prentiss crossed her arms to create a barrier between them. "Will, it took two."
"But I am sorry." He reiterated.
"I'm leaving the team." The long time profiler blurted out, shocking both of them at the same time.
"What?" Will gasped.
Prentiss cleared her throat with a small, self encouraging cough. "I'm going to leave the team and D.C. I haven't told anyone my decision yet, but I wanted you to know."
"Because of what happened between us?" Will pushed demandingly.
"No, yes. I've changed. I don't belong here anymore." Prentiss looked down to the ground nervously. "Yesterday just added to reasons of why I need to leave."
Will shook his head slowly. "Don't."
"Don't what?" She asked in confusion.
"Don't leave." He pleaded with wide eyes.
The brunette profiler tilted her head apologetically. "I have too."
Will looked around the room in frustration. "No you don't. You're running away from your problems but that won't make you feel any better."
"You have to go and get changed." Prentiss stated firmly.
He bit his lower lip in uncertainty over whether or not to leave her standing in the kitchen. "We'll talk later, okay?"
"No, we won't but that's how it's supposed to be." She smiled solemnly. "Go and get married Will. I am so, so very happy for you both."
"Don't leave before talking to me again, okay." Will instructed before she turned her back to him.
He muttered a curse under his breath before walking further into the house.
Rossi had told him he was to get changed in the room on the left at the top of the stairs but the voices to his right stopped him.
Pausing in on the landing, Will could hear Sandy Jareau talking lovingly to her only daughter, and his stomach suddenly dropped. He rushed into the bathroom next to the spare room feeling the bile rise in his throat but manage to control the nausea.
Staring at himself in the mirror, he grimaced as he took in his grey complexion and evidently troubled expression.
"Shit man, pull yourself together." Will mumbled and splashed cold water on his face.
Guilt raged through him.
He needed the guilt to stop.
Will left the bathroom and walked over to the bedroom where his bride was getting ready. Without knocking, he opened the door and froze at the sight of JJ's angelic frame.
The blonde profiler was observing her own blissful reflection in the full length mirror, admiring her mom's altered wedding dress.
"Will what do you think you're doing in here?" Sandy demanded an answer while covering her daughter up with a red robe.
He took one last look at JJ's wedding dress before turning to his mother-in-law. "I need to talk to JJ."
"It's bad luck for you to see the bride in her dress William." Sandy scolded.
JJ frowned at her partner's dishevelled state. "It's okay Mom. Can you give us a few minutes?"
"I'll go and check on that grandson of mine." The greying blonde woman excused herself after casting a worried look her daughter's way.
"Thanks Sandy." Will stood aside to let his partner's only parent passed, before closing the door behind her.
JJ stepped forwards and reached for his hand. "What's wrong?"
"You look amazing." He complemented when kissing her chastely.
She grinned widely under his loving gaze. "Thanks. Can you believe Mom got this dress altered for me after we told her we were having Henry?"
"I can't believe you finally want to get married." Will announced with an uncertain smile.
"I told you it would happen one day." She smirked lovingly.
He shifted awkwardly on his feet as she squeezed his hand encouragingly. "Jayje, I need to..."
"Will you're scaring me." JJ tilted her head to the side as she internally evaluated his behaviour.
"I don't think we should do this today." Will announced softly.
The silence between them lengthened awkwardly.
JJ was the first to blink. "You don't want to get married?"
"No, yes, of course I do, just not today." He stuttered his response.
"I don't understand, if you didn't want to do this now, you could have told Rossi. You've been in cahoots with him since yesterday." JJ countered in confusion.
"I know but I thought that if we didn't marry now, when you wanted to, we never will." Will stressed uncomfortably.
The bride scoffed harshly. "So what you're saying is you want me to change my mind again. You don't want us to get married but you want it to be my fault?"
"No, JJ that's not..." Will ran his hands through his thick hair in frustration. "I just think yesterday you were scared and you're making decisions when you probably shouldn't be."
Before JJ could open her mouth to question is statement, Will blurted out what had been on his conscience. "I kissed Emily."
"You kissed..." JJ opened her mouth and shook her head in confusion. "Emily... Emily Prentiss?"
"Yesterday, we kissed yesterday, after she found me." He explained ashamedly.
JJ tensed after dropping his hand. "Why?"
Will stilled seeing the inevitable hurt on her face. "We were one edge, there was a bomb and emotions were running high. At the time it just felt right."
"It felt right?" She repeated in disbelief.
He nodded with lowered eyes. "Then I kissed her again."
"Today?" JJ asked with a stronger, angry voice.
Will shook his head quickly. "No, yesterday, after the first kiss."
"I don't understand how you want me to react." The bride turned her back on the groom and watched him through the mirror. "Do you have feelings for her?"
His hesitation made JJ cringe. "Not that I'm aware of."
"Why tell me then, you could have kept this to yourself? You don't want to get married, do you?" She asked rigidly.
"It's not that, I told you for a few reasons." He drawled on. "I didn't want to marry you without you knowing what had happened. Because this wedding is happening quickly and I'm reeling. Then there's the fact that we had a shock yesterday and now it kind of feels like we're rushing into this."
"Do you still want to marry me?" JJ queried shakily.
Will answered instantly. "Yes."
Biting her lower lip, JJ paused before asking her next question. "What about Emily?"
He stared at her blankly. "I..."
JJ shrugged off the robe and held his gaze in the mirror. "Will you unzip me?"
"JJ, please." He stepped forwards slightly unsure of how to comfort his girlfriend of five years.
She closed her eyes to stop the tears, which had formed in her eyes, from falling. "You're right, this is happening quickly. We're all still in shock."
"JJ, stop." Will placed his hand onto her shoulder but quickly removed it when he felt her stiffen.
"Unzip me." JJ demanded. "Just get me out of this godforsaken dress, please."
He quickly did as she asked and stepped back. "Yell at me or hit me. Please just give me some indication of how you're feeling."
Unable to meet his pleading eyes, she inhaled deeply and voiced her request. "Can you send my Mom back in here?"
"JJ." Will begged with wide eyes.
Snappily, she retorted while creating distance between them. "Will, please just get my Mom."
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