Chapter 2

"You may admire a girl's curves on the first introduction, but the second meeting shows up new angles."

~Mae West

Dear Emily,

I only just found out your name, but it already feels as if I know you. I saw you walking out of Hotch's office with your box of stuff and a smile meant for no one to see. I thought I'd introduce myself so that's exactly what I did. Shaking your hand and offering a smile of my own, I could swear you were checking me out, it may seem vein but I really hope that you were.

You are different from what I'd ever imagined. I don't know if I was meant to see it but, I think you're a kind of geek. Not the annoying one, or the Dr. Reid kind, but a kind all your own. Even though your parents are politicians you seem nothing of the sort. You're not cold or willing to step on people for your own benefit.

I'm no profiler, Emily. But even I can see that you will be a great asset to this team, no matter if neither Hotchner nor Gideon wants you here. You are strong and no doubt intelligent. Actually, I can account for that. I've worked with your mother before and she is an intimidating woman, but very intelligent, when I heard she'd had a daughter I pictured a rich, snobby woman, beautiful of course but someone who would turn their nose up at a small town farm girl from Pennsylvania.

You proved me wrong Emily from the moment you smiled and shook my hand to the awkward wave and thanks when we parted ways. You're nothing of the woman I had imagined. Yes you're filthy rich, backed by old money and new money still coming. But you hold yourself no higher than anyone, you're modest and humble, a definite black sheep of the family, am I correct?

I still wish to know you, to delve into what it means to be Emily Prentiss profiling extraordinaire and ambassador's daughter. I wish to know your wants and needs, likes and dislikes, fears and flaws. Maybe I'm over my head thinking I'll ever get a woman like you to be interested with me, but I think you'll like to get to know me. Call me immodest but I think I'm quite charming in my farm girl bad ass ways.

I wonder just what you're doing now dear Emily, are you watching the stars? Thinking of me? Whatever it is, I know it to be sleep that follows. So my dearest, beautiful Emily, sleep well.

Sincerely,

JJ