A/N – A shorter chapter to keep the story moving...Read and review...knowing what you all think keeps me wanting to write! Thanks again!
It was finally Friday afternoon. It had been a week since Emily had told JJ and Garcia about her relationship with Mick. Not that she could have kept it a secret forever but Emily regretted divulging this piece of her private life. While Garcia had been dating Kevin for a couple of years now, Emily and JJ had always been the two single ones of their little female BAU gang. They understood that Garcia would often want to go home to a night with Kevin and their strange sexual activities. Together Emily and JJ had connected over the fact that they were single, often opting to spend almost all their time together rather than alone. It was hard to date with the job they had, if the idea of the unknown hours didn't put off any potential partner it was the two words 'serial killer'. They had even made a game to use when disgusting men tried to take them home: describe their job in as much gory detail as possible and time how long it took them to run. So far Emily had won simply using the words 'I had to bend over a decapitated body earlier this afternoon...' However, if you asked JJ that one didn't count as the guy looked like he was going to be sick before she started talking. Emily laughed to herself as she recalled JJ's heated denial over the profiler's victory.
Now that Mick was around, Emily was worried. JJ has not been herself since she had told her. Their only interaction had been on a completely professional capacity. Even at the bar the other night with Kevin, Mick and Garcia, JJ was quiet and distant. She had opted to play darts with some random men rather than talk with them. Emily never wanted that to happen. She never wanted JJ to feel like the last single friend, the third wheel out with two couples. JJ was her best-friend, a sister to her and this week she was watching that all fly out of the window. So there was Emily, sitting at her desk on a Friday afternoon with a large cup of strong coffee and an open packet of her favourite chocolate biscuits; a packet of biscuits that JJ had bought her a couple of weeks ago after a hard case. She was trying desperately to concentrate on a case file in front of her, but instead couldn't stop thinking of how she was going to fix her friendship with JJ. As she reached forward to grab another biscuit, a pair of lips kissed her neck and some hands reached past her to take the coffee and biscuits away.
"I don't think so!" Mick's voice whispered in her ear.
Emily spun around in her chair. "What are you doing here?"
"Is that the proper way to greet your boyfriend, Agent Prentiss? I am meeting with a friend." Mick smirked. "You should be glad I was here to prevent you from tucking into these." He lifts the coffee and biscuits in the air. "How many cups have you had today?" Mick laughs.
"That will be my third. I think that's not too..."
"That's enough." Mick leans forward and whispers in her ear again. "No more caffeine for you, and definitely no more biscuits. Maybe I should ask Dr. Reid to talk to you about the horrible things these work time treats can have on your body?"
"That won't be necessary, Mick." Emily laughs and smiles up at him.
"Plus as you know I like the women I'm dating to be nice and skinny, if you let yourself go we may have to part ways!"
At the same time JJ and Garcia were talking by a different desk across the bullpen. They had been within earshot of the whole conversation. While Garcia could feel the tension and anger rolling off JJ in waves, this was nothing in comparison to her current facial expression – one of pure disgust. Luckily for all involved JJ had her back to them. That was until JJ turned around so quickly, Garcia was certain she must have hurt something.
JJ spoke with venom laced through her voice. "You said women...as in more than one, Mick." His name was uttered like a bad taste in her mouth.
"Now, now Blondie calm down." He waves in Emily's general direction with a smug look on his face. "She knows that am I just watching out for her. Isn't that right precious?"
"Right JJ. He has a point. I need to be healthy. You never know what can happen on a raid. We all know I need to keep in better shape." JJ stands there looking at Emily in disbelief. Since when has Emily been so passive? Since when has Emily ever thought she was unfit? On Monday they had been enjoying hot chocolates topped with marshmallows and whipped-cream. So what had changed in a week? Is this why the profiler was the only one without a beer when they went to the bar the other night?
JJ openly admitted that her own daily coffee intake could fill a small swimming pool. She even had a secret chocolate stash in her desk, but she could still outrun Morgan on a good day. Emily was no different. The brunette was always assigned to be one of the main leaders on a raid for a reason. JJ glanced back at Garcia to check she wasn't the only one that was astounded by what the brunette had just said – she wasn't. Garcia looked shocked.
"See Blondie, no harm done." Mick smirks at JJ before kissing Emily lightly on the lips. "I shall call you later and I'll take these with me." Mick shoves a biscuit into his mouth, turns and walks off towards the elevators.