Emily's point of view
I couldn't sleep; everyday was becoming increasingly difficult with my feelings for JJ. I knew she was lesbian but recently I saw her flirting with a blonde from the counter terrorism unit. However I was really confused when I saw her talking to Detective William Lamontagne from New Orleans. Then again, I knew JJ she likes to talk to everyone and make them feel good, just like Morgan. Although that aided some comfort, I'm scared of rejection terrified of it. I thought JJ was asleep, she probably thought I was too, as we didn't bother each other by speaking. It wasn't until I heard her sigh her and felt her sit I turned to face her.
"Hey," she said giving me a small smile, "I thought you were asleep?"
"I thought you were asleep too; what's keeping you up tonight?"
"I don't know. My eyes just wouldn't close, you?" I shrugged and gave the same excuse.
"How's the dating department?" I asked mentally kicking myself for being blunt.
"Not so hot, egos are either too high or two low. Plus when would I have time? Work is so demanding. I hope you're in a better boat than I."
"No. My boat hasn't even left the dock," we both laughed, "what happened to Kayla and, what's his face? Lamontagne."
"Kayla was too conceited; and Lamontagne? Really Lamontagne? Not my type."
"Your type?" I said a little oblivious.
"Emily," she looked at me.
"Oh, yeah."
"What about you and Mick Rawson? Did you ever call him, or do you think he's still an egotistical British dude?"
"I didn't call him Jay."
"I see." We sat there for a moment talking to each other with our eyes. We weren't looking at each other; we were looking into each other.
Suddenly every movement and detail of JJ's body became interesting. The way her collarbone dipped into a heart shape, the way her heated palm felt against my forearm, and how her chest heaved up and down when she breathed.
"Jennifer." My voice was barely above a whisper and it lowered an octave. JJ and I moved to each other, and we were now chest to chest. Finally, my lips touched hers giving her a feather like kiss. No tongues no lip biting, just a pure caring kiss.
I backed up to look at her face, and her facial expression was blank. Was my technique horrible? Was she happy? Had she not wanted me to kiss her? Snapping out of my thoughts I said, "I'm sorr-", but she cut me off.
"Don't you're sorry. Emily I thought your were straight?"
"Not all the way JJ," I told her nervously. She looked at me and smiled before kissing me back.
"Don't doubt yourself Emily. You're a good kisser, and you have nothing to worry about."
"JJ, I wan-,"
"Me too Emily, for a long time now. You're so beautiful in all ways for lack of better words. Remember when I told you that I loved you the other day?" She exhaled," I meant I loved you… as a lover."
All I could say was, "Really?"
"Really. Emily when I saw you in Hotch's office your first day I was like,' Oh my gosh, I want her!' But I brushed it off because I used to like almost everyone." She grabbed my hands, looked into my eyes, and blushed a little, "Emily, would you be my girlfriend?"
"Yes JJ. I'd love to be your girlfriend."
"We're a little backwards; we've already kissed," she said amusingly.
"We can end the night with another," JJ nodded in agreement. We kissed each other goodnight.
"Goodnight, Emily."
"Goodnight, Jennifer."
Our breathing slowed down, and she fell asleep in my arms.
Jemily! Jemily! Jemily
Six hours later at the BAU Garcia was waiting for Derek.
"Morning baby girl, "Derek greeted Penelope as they entered the bullpen.
"Oh I'll show you a good morning, but now I need you my chocolate thunder," Garcia said is her usual flirty tone.
"Huh? What? Where?"
"Shh! Stop talking just follow me," Garcia said. They'd reached Garcia's 'lair' she motioned for Derek to have a seat; he sat.
"Baby girl what's up?" He asked concerned.
"It's about our blue-eyed-beauty and our chippery squirrel."
"Ewww, did you just compare Emily to a squirrel? Anyway what about them?"
"We need to hook them up!"
"Oh yeah, Emily told me," Garcia gave Morgan a look of confusion. "JJ's your best friend, and Emily's my wingman... er woman rather.
Just then two people came through the door.
"Garcia!" They said in unison.
"We…Oh hey Morgan," JJ said.
Emily took JJ's hand in her's," He knows sweety."
"What?" JJ said shyly.
"I know JJ, replied Morgan.
"How long lovelies?" Garcia asked adding her usual pep into the conversation.
"A day," Emily said blushing lightly.
"Yeah a day," JJ said kissing Emily.
"Aww how sweet!" Morgan and Garcia said together.
"Conference room in 5," rang the voice of unit chief Aaron Hotchner.
