A/N: This chapter is a bit short, but I wanted to get something up. Don't worry, though. This story does continue.

When Emily woke the next morning, she wasn't quite sure where she was until she looked down and realized there was a naked blonde woman's head on her chest and arms draped over her.

Shit! It's JJ. What have I done?

Emily couldn't believe she had allowed herself to give in so easily. She felt like she had taken advantage of JJ's vulnerability after the Hankel case. Yes, it was JJ that kissed her, but Emily should have been strong enough to stop it. JJ clearly didn't know what she was doing, wasn't in the right frame of mind, and Emily should have been the responsible one. She should have been the one to say no and to make sure they put their careers before their desires.

A few minutes later, Emily felt JJ stirring to wake up. Emily just laid still, not sure what she was even going to say to the blonde laying naked on top of her.

"Good morning," JJ whispered still not moving from holding Emily.

"Good morning, J," Emily replied.

JJ rolled over and sat on the side of the bed, searching the room for her clothes. Oh, they're in the hallway, she remembered.

"Thanks for staying with me last night, Em," JJ said as she got up and grabbed her robe off the back of her closet.

"Sure, uh, yeah, you're welcome," Emily said in an obvious nervous tone.

JJ went to her dresser and pulled out some sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"If you need something to change into," she explained as she laid the clothes on her bed near Emily.

"Thanks," Emily said quietly.

"I'm going to make some coffee. I could toast us some bagels if you want," JJ said. She was aware by this point how nervous Emily was and was trying to be cautious.

"That sounds good, JJ. Thanks," Emily smiled. "I'll change and will be right in there."

JJ left the bedroom and walked toward the kitchen.

A few minutes later, Emily joined JJ in the kitchen. JJ had just finished pouring their coffee when the bagels popped out of the toaster.

She joined Emily at the kitchen table with their breakfast.

"JJ, we have to talk," Emily said with an almost pleading voice.

"I know," JJ said quietly.

"I'm sorry, JJ. You were upset last night, and feeling vulnerable, and I shouldn't have...," Emily started before JJ cut her off.

"Stop it right there, Emily," JJ stated. "This is not on you. If anything, it's on me. But how I was feeling emotionally last night had nothing to do with this, with us."

"JJ, you can't know that for sure. You were vulnerable and I should have stopped it," Emily said.

"Emily, you're honestly telling me you haven't thought about this a million times since our weekend together and you joining the BAU?" JJ's voice was beginning to raise.

"JJ, that's not the point," Emily said.

"It's exactly the point, Emily! This was not about last night because I've felt this for months now, and I just thought maybe you had, too." JJ looked away with a hurt look on her face. Maybe she read Emily wrong. Maybe JJ had just been a weekend fling for Emily, and that's all.

"JJ, you know that I have. I do feel it. It's just..." Emily paused. "We can't, JJ. What we do is important, and I know you feel that, too. I'd never ask you to to give that up, and I'd hope you wouldn't ask me either."

"Of course not, Emily. You're right, we can't risk our careers over, whatever this is," JJ said. "It's just, I don't know how to stop what I'm feeling. This isn't just about the sex, Emily. I mean, the sex is, well, the best I've ever had, but I care about you. I have feelings for you, Emily."

Crap. Feelings. Emily of course felt exactly the same way, but hearing JJ say it made it that much harder to keep locked up.

"JJ, I, I, I don't know what to tell you," Emily said. JJ was certain she was about to hear bad news from her. "It's just, god, yes, I feel the same way, but..."

"But, this can't happen again?" JJ said with a knowing tone. She knew Emily was right.

"Yes, JJ. We can't do this again," Emily said trying to make herself believe that was possible.

The two ladies sat in silence, finishing their coffee and bagels, wondering how in the world they were going to do this.