Emily was sitting on her couch, a book comfortably resting against her propped up leg. She looked relaxed but JJ could read her demeanor as thoughtful. Emily wasn't really reading, her eyes weren't moving.
The blonde leaned in the doorway, watching the other woman. Their current case was tough on Emily, she didn't talk about it but JJ could always tell. They had agreed not to bring work home or Emily would probably have pored over the case file instead of working through it in her mind.
JJ watched her lover a while longer, waiting to get noticed but Emily was deeply lost in the recesses of her mind - the dark ones that every member of the team usually kept to themselves. When JJ finally walked into the room, Emily looked up immediately as if feeling caught. She covered quickly with a smile, however.
"Hey," JJ said sitting next to her but then lying back so she could lay her head in Emily's lap. The dark-haired agent lifted her book and lowered her leg.
"Hey, you're late."
"I had to organize the search, have some people bring food for the volunteers, all that." Emily nodded and JJ could see her drifting back to that dark place she was trying to pull her from. "What're you reading?"
"Hm? Oh, Shakespeare… the sonetts."
"You're taking a break from the French philosophers?" JJ teased, smiling up at the woman she loved.
"I needed something lighter tonight," Emily said while her right hand carressed JJ's hair.
"And Shakespeare is light reading?" JJ laughed but Emily nodded, smiling. "Read me the one you were reading," the blonde then prompted. Emily rolled her eyes then made a show of clearing her throat before she recited:
'A woman's face with nature's own hand painted
Hast though, the master-mistress of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women's fashion;
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue, all hues in his controlling,
Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth;
And for a woman wert thou first created,
Till nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing:
But since she pricked thee out for women's pleasure,
Mine be thy love, and thy love's use their treasure.'
"Hmmm, it's perfect," JJ smiled up at Emily
"It's Shakespeare," Emily agreed.
"No, it's you. It describes you perfectly." Emily laughed.
"I'm not sure about the 'being pricked' part." JJ joined her in the laughter.
"Still, I see what he meant…. your gentleness, your bravery…"
"I'm not so brave," Emily argued but JJ smiled up at her, pushing her hand into the dark hair of her partner.
"You are," she simply said before pulling the other woman down for a lingering kiss.