Emily was thumbing through a book in one of the bedrooms, and one of the pages was a lot bigger than the others. "Hey, I have got a list of Narcotics Anonymous meetings" she said to Gideon, pulling the page out from the book. Moving towards Gideon while still reading the page Emily noticed something, "Someone's name and number is written on it, but this looks to be about 12 years old". The brunette looked up a Gideon, who hadn't turned to look at her yet.
Gideon was staring intently at the wallpaper, "Try it. There are no bad leads." His voice trailed off as he grabbed hold of the loose corner of the wallpaper. Pulling against the paper revealed writing on the walls, over and over what looked to be the same sentence. Emily's mouth dropped open, she moved closer to the wall to see what it said, "Is that Latin?" she asked, trying to discern the faint script.
"Honora patrem tuum." Gideon turned to face his coworker, "Honor thy father". Emily let out a slight gasp. Gideon turned back to the wall, "We need to find his father" Emily nodded in agreement, "Where do we start? It looks like another person was living here but where are they now? Can we really afford to split our resources now?" Emily tried to caution her boss, always the voice of reason.
"Is Hotch still in the room down the hall?" Gideon questioned, eyes still not leaving the faint letters. "As far as I know", Gideon turned without another word and started down the hall. Emily just sighed, this was so typical of the seasoned agent. Emily followed, catching up with Gideon as he entered the other bedroom.
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JJ was adjusting her rolled up blouse sleeve and whipping it with a towel, trying to wash out some of the blood. Sighing she put the towel down and leaned against the sink. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Raising her head, bracing herself for her reflection in the mirror, she head a soft growling. She slowly opened her eyes and in the mirror she saw a dog, barring it's teeth and growling.
Her eyes widened in fear and her heart began to race. She wanted to cry for help but any noise could make the animal pounce. Keeping her eyes locked on the dogs black she made a split second decision and reached for her gun holster on the counter. Fumbling with the clasp she glanced at the drool coming from the dogs snarling mouth. Grabbing hold of the gun, she spun around, ready to switch off the safety and fire when she head a voice.
"Hey, hey, hey." JJ jumped a bit in surprise, removing her finger from the trigger. Emily, oh god, Emily. "JJ, it's me…" Emily's hand's were slightly raised, she kept her voice calm. JJ looked down at the gun, trying to compose herself. Emily couldn't keep the surprise off her face, "Are you alright?" JJ finally met Emily's gaze, concern shinning in her brown eyes.
"Uh, yeah. I'm…I'm sorry. You scared me". JJ couldn't hold her girlfriends gaze, Emily would then know. JJ was losing her composure, the guilt of Reid being taken….the terror she felt being attacked by those dogs…and being in that mans house…it was all too much. She kept her eyes down on her gun as she holstered it. Emily shook her head, staring blankly at JJ with an unreadable expression on her face, "I'm sorry" she said softly, no emotions seeping into her words.
JJ kept looking around and fidgeting with her hands, unsure what to do. They were supposed to remain professional, but what do you do when you point a gun at your girlfriend? Emily chose that moment to break the awkward silence that was building, "I'm talking tomorrow morning to some guy who knew Henkel from Narcotics Anonymous. Why don't you come with me, get out of the house?" Emily's blank mask barely changed as she spoke, still uneasy about what had just happened but not wanting to reveal that to JJ.
JJ nodded slightly, "Yeah." A ghost of a smile appeared on her lips, and then it was gone. Emily nodded in return, "Okay, great" tapping her thigh, unsure what else to say she turned to leave JJ alone. The brunette knew there was something wrong with her girlfriend. If they were back home it wouldn't be an issue, but here they were stuck out in Georgia on a case. They needed to remain professional.
"Emily." JJ called out, stepping forward to be closer to the brunette. She wanted to tell her, the guilt was consuming her. She wanted Emily to pull her close, keep those thoughts away, only Emily could keep them away.
"Yeah?" The brunette said, turning around to face the disheveled blonde. JJ paused, What if Emily blames me too? Is that why she is looking at me like that? She doesn't want to show how disappointed she is?
JJ moved closer, putting her hands on her hips, she braced herself. This very well could turn into their first big fight. Opening her mouth to speak, JJ saw Hotch advancing toward them. Now was not the time to fight with Emily. They would both be reprimanded for talking about personal matters on a case.
Instead of asking what she really wanted to ask, JJ looked her girlfriend right in the eye "How come none of this gets to you?" Emily sharply inhaled, something changing in her eyes that JJ wasn't sure of, the brunette tried to deflect, "What do you mean?" JJ looked deep into Emily's eyes, she didn't like the look on the brunette's face…what wasn't she telling her? Was her girlfriend keeping something from her? This was now more important than what JJ had originally wanted to say.
"You came off a desk job" JJ said, her gaze not wavering from the brunette in front of her. Emily was looking anywhere but the blonde as she continued "Now suddenly you're in the field surrounded by mutilated bodies, and….you don't even flinch." JJ's eyes were searching Emily's face, looking for any change.
Emily stiffed when she head footsteps behind her, slightly relieved someone was there so she wouldn't have to answer JJ. "She's right. You've never blinked" Hotch said, stopping behind Emily. Shit, she thought turning to look at her boss. She opened and closed her mouth, turning back towards JJ, trying to come up with a line. "I guess" she paused "maybe I compartmentalize better than most people." Yeah, even I don't believe that. She could feel JJ behind her, from her body language the blonde had seen right through that.
Before she could say anything Morgan hollered from outside, "Hey, guys! I think I got something!" Hotch turned and started walking, Emily checked behind her to see if JJ was coming too. The three started for the stairs, Hotch bounding down them to head outside to help Morgan.
Before Emily could reach them, JJ grabbed her bicep and pushed her into the wall of the hallway. As her body collided with the wall Emily felt the air forcefully leave her lungs in a loud gasp. Surprise from the display of strength and confusion at the change in position brought a question to Emily's lips she never got to put into words, on account of they were claimed by the blonde's.
JJ bit down slightly on Emily's lower lip and at the older woman's gasp slipped her tongue inside her hot mouth. As suddenly as the kiss started, it ended. Emily's mind was racing, struggling to make sense of what the hell just happened.
"Jayje? What the….Is…" Emily's mask of composure was gone, completely out the window. JJ pressed herself against Emily, pinning her in place with her hips, one hand holding the brunette's wrists above her head, the other resting on her stomach. "Is there something you want to tell me Emily?" JJ growled out, placing small little nips along Emily's jawline. Emily was wracking her brain, something she had to tell JJ…right now Emily would tell her the pin numbers to all her accounts if she would keep going but she figured that wasn't what the blonde wanted. "Tell you….I don't….oh babe we shouldn't…" Emily's words slipped into a moan as JJ's mouth came to rest on her pulse point and sucked.
Now nipping her way down to the brunette's collarbone, which was hidden by her clothes, JJ released her wrists in order to make full use of her hands. Pulling at the bottom of the brunette's shirt she raked her nails across Emily's toned stomach. JJ moved her mouth to Emily's ear, "What aren't you telling me Em baby?" Emily whimpered as the blonde pushed her chest into Emily's to be closer.
With JJ pressed that tight against her Emily couldn't think. All she could concentrate on was the thin blouse the blonde was wearing and that the blonde's hands where resting on her belt. JJ brought her mouth back to Emily's, not kissing her, just bringing her lips close enough so they touched the brunette's as she spoke, "I got you all worked up didn't I honey?" JJ chuckled as Emily's eyes slid closed. She pressed a chaste kiss to the brunette's lips,
"Want me to keep going? Right here in this house? How long has it been baby? Days, Weeks? I don't even know how long we've been in this goddamn state anymore. But I haven't gone this long without you. Do you feel the same way? I know you do. I've barely touched you and you are ready for me to fuck you right against this wall." JJ growled and pressed Emily even tighter into the wall, Emily let out a gasp of surprise and pain. JJ's lips dominated Emily's, biting down on the brunette's lower lip, demanding entrance to her hot mouth. JJ ripped her mouth away moments later, but didn't release her almost painful hold on Emily.
"But I'm not going to baby. I want to. God I want to. But first you need to fucking explain how you came off a desk job and can be totally okay with all this shit?!" JJ's voice raised to almost a yell and she backed up. Emily, not expecting to be released from JJ's vice-like hold staggered and dropped to a knee.
Emily's mind was clearing…the blonde was very good. She had caught Emily off guard and knew exactly which buttons to push. Emily suddenly felt foolish, but as she looked at JJ, hands on her hips, anger and something else was reflected in those blue eyes. She's taking what happened out on me, Prentiss don't let her loose herself. This is not her right now.
Emily stood to her full height, taller than JJ. She brushed herself off, straightened her hair and her clothes, all the while gaging the blonde in front of her. "Very good JJ, using your body to manipulate me. Feel free to keep telling me you're fine babe."
JJ's hands moved from her hips to cross in front of her chest, a defensive position, Prentiss noted, "You don't get to say that right now. You are keeping something from me. What is it?"
"It was just a desk job. You know me Jen, I lived with an ice queen. I just compartmentalize better than most." Emily was hardly believing herself, JJ knows me better than most…I'm not gonna get out of this.
"I have seen you at home Emily Prentiss. And unless you have a fucking on/off switch to parts of your personality that it not it. You are deliberately keeping something from me. And from your voice you barely believe what you are trying to sell me either. So stop wasting both our times. Now" JJ's voice was rising steadily again. She did not care where the rest of the team was at this point in time.
"Jayje. Why is this important?" Emily tried, hoping to take the conversation in another direction.
"Forgive me if I want my girlfriend to be honest with me. Not only is she my teammate but I've let her see me at my most vulnerable, so excuse the fuck out of me if I want to know," JJ replied angrily.
Emily flinched. Jennifer Jareau did not like to swear. Particularly at anyone, so for her to direct it at Emily was unnerving. Sure she swore during sex but not usually out of anger.
"JJ I swear. It really was just a desk job." Emily's frustration was rising. Why couldn't the blonde just let it go.
"But you won't tell me anything about it?" JJ was nearly shaking in her anger, she didn't understand why Emily was keeping this from her. Her hands were now at her sides, fists clenched in anger.
"No" Emily said simply.
"Why not" JJ snapped.
"Because it is honestly not a big deal," Emily was trying to keep her temper in check. She was quickly loosing the battle.
"Then why won't you tell me?!" JJ yelled.
"Because I can't! It's classified! Emily had lost the battle with her temper. She had not meant for that to slip out. But it did. And no doubt that JJ heard it.
"That is complete bullshit! What kind of desk job in the FBI is fucking classified?! JJ almost laughed. Did Emily think she was stupid? She crossed her arms in front of her again.
"Because it wasn't for the fucking FBI" She said it just to make JJ stop yelling. They were heading down a path neither of them could win, and she wanted her to stop…
And there was finally silence from the blonde. All the tension and rage that had built up over the last minutes drained away and she just stared….but then the stare grew cold…colder than she had been a moment ago "What?" JJ hissed and Emily actually gulped….JJ was petite compared to Emily's tall, lean frame but the look she was receiving from her made Emily want to run. Emily Prentiss was never one to back down…but she was definitely considering turning tail and running.
Emily took a deep breath to try and slow her mind, if she didn't the situation could only get worse. "My desk job before I came to work for the BAU….it wasn't with the FBI." JJ crossed her arms in front of her chest, "I fucking heard that part. Who were you working for?" Venom was dripping from JJ's words….
"Jennifer…Baby…I can't tell you that…" Emily looked down at her shoes, her heart would be shattered by the blue irises in front of her if she kept their icy hold any longer. All the anger hand drained out of Emily. She didn't want to fight with JJ anymore.
JJ uncrossed her arms and advanced towards Emily, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look her in the eye, she demanded, "Why the hell not?! Oh, right. Classified." Dropping Emily's chin as if her skin burned.
Emily reached out and grabbed JJ's hips before the blonde could retreat. "Yes. It's classified, but my desk job had to do with my assignment before that. And I never had anyone to protect from it. Now I do. Jayje, please understand….I can't let anything happen to you…" Emily leaned forward and rested her forehead on JJ's for a moment.
Pulling back so she could give it a light kiss, Emily was surprised when JJ struggled and pulled out of her arms.
JJ looked down at her bloodied sleeve and disheveled clothes. "Don't you see Em? You already have."
Pushing past Emily she headed for the staircase. Just as she reached them, Garcia hollered from downstairs, "JJ! Emily! You up there?" JJ took a calming breath, not to let her fight with Emily be portrayed in her voice, "Yea Pen! What's up?"
Emily came to stand behind JJ as Garcia started up the stairs, reaching her fellow female cohorts she paused to catch her breath, "Ladies you gotta get down there and help the boys, big stuff is a cookin'" Emily help up her hands, "Garcia, what is going on? What have the boys found?"
"They found Henkel's father. He's dead"