Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.

Rating: T

Author's Note: For all of you who have flagged me as an author, you're amazing. You will also notice I've posted a new chapter on all three of my stories I have ongoing right now. I'm not sure where I'm going with this story. I think it's going to be a lot of cases and a lot of Emily/JJ dating. If you have any ideas, I would love to hear them! I love reviews too! Please enjoy!

"We're going to play a game."

"Hmm, Jayje, it's 3 am," Emily whined.

"Well this part of the movie is boring anyway, and you aren't sleeping," JJ countered.

"Okay, okay. You win. How do we play?"

"I ask; you answer."

"This doesn't seem fair."

"My game doesn't have to be fair for you." JJ's response caused Emily to smirk though she nodded her consent. JJ smiled, happy to get her way, and danced random patterns along Emily's naked torso. Emily hummed quietly at the relaxing, sensual touch. "First question. Two tattoos: what, where, and why?"

"That takes away the fun of you finding them," Emily responded, but continued with an answer to JJ's question. "I have one on my wrist and one behind my ear- both in white."

"White?"

"Yeah, they are designed to look like scars."

"What are they?"

"The one on my wrist is Hebrews 11:1 and the one behind my ear is a shamrock." Brilliant blue eyes met genuine brown ones, and Emily continued. "Hebrews 11:1 says faith is the confidence that what we hope for will actually happen; it gives us assurance about things we cannot see," Emily recited the Bible verse from memory as JJ ran her fingers over the white ink printed in pale skin. "Growing up, my bodyguard, Max, was my best friend. He always said keep your luck in the last place anyone will look, so I got a shamrock behind my ear." As she reminisced about Max, she pulled her hair into a ponytail and turned so JJ could see the light outline of a perfect four-leaf clover. "Next question," she said, nudging JJ and waiting for her next query.

"Okay, where was your favorite place to grow up?"

"The kitchen of any of the houses. Actually that's the only place I grew up really."

"I meant the favorite country, Em," JJ corrected, poking the other woman with humor.

"Egypt was fun, and London was amazing."

"Okay, let's get back to your body. I'm quickly becoming addicted to it, you know?" JJ paused, gently kissing the brunette.

"I knew it would come in handy sooner or later," Emily joked as she tried to steal another kiss from JJ.

"Back to our game then."

"Our game," Emily interrupted. "I hardly think this one-sided interrogation can be called our game, but whatever. Keep up whatever you're doing and I'm happy." JJ smiled at Emily's comment and continued drawing shapes on Emily's abdomen. Looking towards Emily's pale skin, she noticed a multitude of scars- some fading, some bold, some jagged, some straight.

"Next question: the scars, what are they from?"

"Which ones? All of them could take years, and as much as I love this pillow talk or whatever it is, eventually I would like to go to sleep."

"Fine. What's this one? I noticed it earlier," JJ specified, tracing a deep series of scars on Emily's left leg.

"Let's see. That was in Belgium when I was 11. My father bought me black and purple roller skates as a present for missing my piano recital. I turned the marble hallways upstairs into my own rink and then didn't know how to stop once I reached the grand staircase." JJ winced hearing the story of a young Emily sliding down a marble staircase. "I got 12 stitches on my right leg, so those scars are all so faint you can't see them. The doctor thought I didn't need stitches for my left because it was all a major scrape."

"And that one?" JJ asked as she gestured to a long, jagged scar on Emily's upper arm.

"I fell off my horse because it got spooked by a snake. I landed on the rounded end of a shovel that had been left out by a gardener. I refused to go to the hospital; both my parents were out of the country, so I didn't get the stitches I probably needed."

"You?" JJ faked astonishment. "Refuse to go to a hospital? Never!"

"Oh hush, you know I hate hospitals!"

"What's the story behind these?"

"Those?" Emily murmured, nervousness coating her voice. "How about that one instead?"

"Now, you've piqued my curiosity. What are these from?"

"I'm a cutter," Emily rushed to stay. JJ raised her eyebrows, but let the comment slide.

"One more question"

"And what would that be, my gorgeous girlfriend?"

"What are you going to dream about tonight?"

"Tonight and every night, I dream of you."

"Good answer, Prentiss. Goodnight," JJ leaned up and kissed Emily before curling back into the pale beauty.

JJ stretched out on the black satin sheets that were so classically Emily's style, simple and sophisticated. Rolling to her side, there was a cold, empty spot where her girlfriend had fallen asleep the previous night. She rubbed her eyes and looked around the room. Its style matched the bed. There were a few photos around the room, but they were vastly outnumbered by large books with worn, fading spines sporting titles in numerous languages. Finally she noticed a post it attached to the lamp at her bedside.

Hope you slept well. There's a surprise for you in the oven. I went for a run; I'll be home soon.

A genuine, bright smile graced JJ's features as she read the handwriting she could recognize anywhere. Grabbing a robe off the hook in the bathroom, she wrapped the black silk around her naked body and inhaled a scent purely Emily. She found another note stuck to the handle of the oven.

Last night, you asked about my favorite place to live. Enjoy some of the things I grew up learning to make. Fruit is in the fridge. Coffee is in the pot. After all, the kitchen is the heart of the home.

Inside the oven sat a delicately made full breakfast of scrambled eggs, French toast, and sausage patties. JJ's stomach did a flip at the sight as she immediately pulled the plate from the oven, poured a cup of Emily's French roast coffee, and grabbed a bowl of fruit. Plopping down at the granite-counter bar, she practically inhaled the food, moaning with each bite at its perfection. Is there anything she isn't good at? Good heavens, she thought to herself as she made another cup of coffee, leaning against the counter. She hummed in delight as Emily walked past the kitchen after coming in from her run.

"Were you humming at me or the coffee?" Emily asked with a smile as she grabbed an apple and water from the fridge.

"Well, originally, I was humming at the coffee. It's damn good, you know? It's so much better than the swill in the bullpen. But then, I saw you, and the hum was an appreciative hmm-my-girlfriend-is-hot. You should have heard me earlier though. I'm pretty sure that French toast was orgasmic."

"I'll pass the compliment along to Michelle. Though she might not appreciate it too much since she's been married for 40 years to a French gardener named Louie." Emily's comment caused JJ to erupt in laughter. "You are so gorgeous. I would kiss you, but I'm all sweaty. I'm going to go shower. Any plans for today?"

"I was planning on laying around and being lazy. Maybe I can convince you to teach me how to make something."

"I think that can be arranged," Emily responded with a wink as she went to shower and think of all the things to do in DC on their vacation.