A/N: This one is kind of short, but stay with me. I've already written the next chapter, and its leading up to some suspense. Tell me what you think!

"Oh my god!" Garcia shrieked, dropping the bag that was in her arms and flinging her hands over her eyes. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!"

JJ jumped off Emily, grabbing the blanket that had fallen to the floor and using it as a cover as she scrambled to the bedroom. Emily seized her clothes from the floor, putting her shirt on backwards and jumping into her jeans.

"Don't you know how to knock?" JJ yelled in a mortified voice from the bedroom.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" Garcia's high pitched voice bounced off the walls. "Can I look now? Is it all covered?" she asked Emily, her back still turned to her.

"Yes, Penelope." Emily's tone was a mixture of nervousness and amusement. "I'm dressed." Looking down at her backwards shirt, she mumbled, "Well sorta, anyway."

"Okay, other than seeing more than I ever wanted to see…" Penelope threw her arms around Emily, squealing, "Congratulations!"

Emily laughed. "I guess the cat is out of the bag, huh?"

Winking, Garcia said, "More like your inner-lesbo is out of the closet!" Emily had confided her feelings to Garcia a year ago when she had a little too much vodka on a lonely night. "Wait until I tell Morgan!"

JJ screeched from the bedroom, "You will do no such thing!" She came out hopping on one foot as she finished pulling on a pair of pants. "Tell anyone about this, Garcia, and I will cover you in a mound of paperwork so high that not even your chocolate statue will be able to save you."

Garcia's smile spread across her face, "And I'll screw over every piece of cyber-land info I can find until finding a new identity will be easier than fixing your own!"

JJ hung her head in defeat, her cheeks still flushed, and sat next to Emily. Emily look nervously at the blonde, wondering if what had happened meant the same to JJ as it did to her. Turning to Garcia, she questioned, "So why didn't you call first? Or knock even?"

This time it was Garcia's turn to blush. "Well, I tried calling… both your phones were off." Her face turned an even darker shade of red. "And I figured since your phones were off, you would be sleeping. So I just let myself in."

Emily put out a hand, palm up. "I'm going to need my key back." She laughed.

"You're going to have to kill me first." Garcia chuckled. "Now stop changing the topic." She looked at JJ, excitement in her eyes. "How did this happen!?"

JJ looked pitifully at Emily, begging for help. Emily attempted to change the subject. "So what did you bring us?" she pointed the bag that had fallen to the floor.

Garcia's face dropped. "Fine, don't tell me then!" she huffed.

Emily laughed again, "We'll talk later. But seriously, what you bring us?"

Penelope brightened a little, remembering the girl's day she had planned. "Well, Hotch said you were sick, so I brought a bunch of movies and ice cream."

JJ frowned, "Is that all Hotch told you?" she asked, worried.

If Garcia knew more than she was letting on, it didn't show. "No, that's all he said." She tilted her head, "Why, what's up buttercup?"

JJ looked to Emily. Emily put an arm around her, and said, "Go on Jen, tell her. She's going to find out at some point, and it's better to hear it from you."

Garcia's forehead wrinkled, "Oh honey, what's wrong?"

JJ's eyes started to water. "Will… Emily, I can't…" she looked to Emily, pleading for her to finish.

Emily pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head as JJ clung to her like a lifeline. "It's alright, baby."

"Okay, someone needs to tell me what's going on and who to kill." Garcia said, looking from JJ to Emily for an answer.

"Pen, Will's been abusing JJ. I found out last night."

Garcia moved to the other side of JJ, embracing both her and Emily in her arms. "Oh baby girl, why didn't you tell us?" JJ sobbed into Emily's chest, and Garcia started crying too. Emily's eyes started to water after Penelope's.

After a few minutes had passed, JJ lifted her head and sniffled, "This is silly." She wiped her eyes, reaching for a tissue to blow her nose. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be crying."

Garcia smoothed JJ's hair. "You cry all you want, sugarplum. It's okay."

JJ forced a smile, "No, really, I'm fine." She blotted her eyes with the tissue. "I'm not really upset over leaving him; I think he was just an excuse not to confront my feelings for Emily. I just… I don't know."

At this, Garcia beamed. "Well see? Something good came from this, then." JJ nodded, and Emily's lips twisted into a smile at thought.

JJ's voice got a little stronger. "Hey Pen, would you do me a favor?"

Garcia's face brightened at having something to do, "Anything."

JJ weakly smiled. "I hate to ask, but neither of us are allowed to drive. Would you go and get us Chinese? I don't like the place that delivers here."

Penelope nodded enthusiastically, "The usual, right? I'll be back faster than a jumping bean jumps."

"Thanks, Pen." Emily stood as Garcia grabbed her purse, walking her to the door.

JJ sighed after she left, putting her arms around Emily's waist. "I'm sorry; I just wanted a few minutes alone with you. We haven't really gotten to talk."

Emily's heart raced as she shifted so their bodies were face to face. "I don't know what to say, Jen." She gave her a sad look. "I know you're hurting, and I can't blame you for wanting someone to ease that. But my feelings are real. I never told you because I didn't want to lose you. And trust me, what happened this morning…" she took a breath. "Jen, if I could wake up beside you every single day, I'd be a happy woman. But I can't be a rebound. I can't be a distraction. I can be your friend, but I can't be an excuse."

"Emily…" JJ looked like she'd been punched in the stomach. "Em, you can't seriously think that that's what you are." Emily looked down, avoiding her gaze. JJ cupped her chin, "Look at me. Emily, I love you. I don't know if I ever really loved Will, but I know I haven't in a long, long time. It took me awhile to realize what these feelings were, but Em… Emily, look at me." She waited for Emily's eyes to meet hers. "I love you. You, Emily. Only you. You are not a rebound, and you are most certainly not an excuse to leave him. You're you, and that's all I want."

The look in Emily's eyes turned JJ into mush. "You do?" Emily whispered. "You love me?"

JJ answered by taking the brunette's face in her hands and kissing her softly. Emily's arms found themselves folded around the blonde agent. JJ pulled apart, "Does that answer your question?"

"I love you, Jennifer." Emily pulled JJ close for another kiss, smiling as their lips pressed together. "I love you."