A/N

Thank you for your interest in this odd little series. The update frequency cannot be guaranteed, but for the time being I have some time on my hands, not to mention that I have fun doodling with this, so here comes part 2.

Reviews are welcome. :D


It was a few weeks later, and the team had been called in on a case. JJ and Blake found themselves alone in the elevator that morning.

"So how are those kittens doing?" Alex asked. JJ looked puzzled for a moment, then realised what her friend was referring to.

"They're doing fine. Two tabbies and three tuxedos. Healthy and active. I take it your trip down the Crazy Cat Lady lane remains uninterrupted, then?"

"Don't ask. Last Saturday I was stood up." Alex tried to sound casual, but there was a touch of deep hurt in her voice that made JJ wince with sympathy. "We had agreed that I would pick her up at seven. I was there ten minutes early. I waited for an hour. She wasn't at home."

Biting her lip she added; "The next morning I got a text saying she had gone out with some friends instead, because she had second thoughts about dating an older woman. I should add that she was forty, so she wasn't exactly a spring chicken herself."

JJ's entire face expressed disgust.

"Wow. I'm sorry Alex."

Alex waved it off.

"Well, at least I made it back home in time to watch The Conjuring; I only missed the first five minutes."

"You watch horror movies?"

A silent oops was visible in Alex's eyes. "Not usually."

JJ grinned, but decided to drop the subject for the time being. She was more curious about Alex's next personal life horror story, and it only took an encouraging glance to urge Alex on.

"Okay, now that woman was a waste of energy from the beginning, so I didn't even try to convince her to give me a chance. So it was back to the dating site. And this weekend I managed to get a date who did show up." She made a theatrical pause. "The Breath-taker."

"She was that pretty?" JJ wondered. Alex scoffed.

"She wore that much perfume. I swear, it was like the woman had her own atmosphere. It kind of makes you wonder what they're trying to hide, doesn't it?" she mused and shrugged. "She was nice though, but I don't think I want to plan for a future, or even a future date, with someone whose vicinity makes me feel nauseous. It's not like I don't like a touch of a nice perfume, but too much is too much."

"Breath-taker," JJ remarked, "it sounds like an unsub."

"I know. Catchy isn't it?", Blake shot back and let out a unusually girly giggle. It was contagious, and before she knew it, JJ was giggling along with her.

When the elevator doors opened on their floor, the giggle had morphed into a full, hearty laughter and the two women clung to each other to keep from falling over. It wasn't that it was particularly funny, Alex thought, it was more a matter of laughter fuelling itself until it became self-sustainable. And it felt good. It had been years since she had laughed that much.

David Rossi who just happened to shuffle by with a case file in his hand, stopped mid-step and stared at them.

Nothing in the world can be so amusing it gives people a reason to laugh at 5 am. They're either on drugs or in love.