I heard a chair being pushed back and JJ telling Garcia she'd see her later. I looked around for somewhere to hide. I spotted the restroom door and rushed in that direction. When JJ emerged from Garcia's office I didn't want her to see me. I went into a cubicle and locked the door.

JJ's words were rolling around in my head. "I love her, Pen." This one sentence played over and over again. Words I'd only heard before in my dreams. I felt so confused. I loved JJ more than anything else in the world, and I was torn between the hope that came with those words and the hurt and anger I had felt the night before. I couldn't believe she would do that to me. It was definitely not the JJ I knew and loved.

I heard the door squeak open and slam shut. In the gap under the door I saw a pair of black heels go by. Then I heard sobbing. I held my breath and squinted through the crack in the door. It was JJ.

Part of me wanted to go to her, hug her, console her, tell her everything would be OK. I couldn't bear to see her like that. But the rest of me wanted to hurt her, make her feel the pain that I felt, humiliate her so that she'd know what she had did to me.

I realised that I had been gone from my desk for a while and my eagle eyed colleagues may have started to wonder where I was. I tried to open the cubicle door as quietly as I could so that I could sneak out without JJ knowing I was there. I made it to the restroom door without attracting her attention, but as I tried to open the door it squeaked and made JJ look up.

"Emily?" she said between sobs.

I sighed. "Damn it," I muttered under my breath. I spun on my heel to face her. "Oh, hi JJ," I said flatly.

"How are you doing?" she asked.

"Fine," I said in the same flat tone. I didn't want her to see how hurt I was. I had built my walls back up and was determined that she would not break them down. "How are you?" I asked.

JJ sniffed. "Um, I'm not so great." Her eyes were red and bloodshot and tears were streaming down her face.

"Sorry to hear that," I said. "Well, I have a mountain of paperwork to get on with, so I guess I'll see you later."

I turned to leave and as I did JJ ran over and grabbed my arm. "Emily, wait, please. Can't we talk? You've been avoiding me all day."

"Can you blame me? I'm not in the mood to talk to you right now, JJ. And as I said, I'm busy."

"Well, can we talk later? I really need to talk to you about something. Can we get together this evening?" she asked.

"No, sorry JJ, I'm busy this evening," I replied.

She looked surprised. "Oh? What are you doing?"

"Just a few drinks with a friend," I said politely. I had no such plans, but of course JJ didn't know that.

"A "friend", huh? Like a girlfriend? Is this a date, Emily?"

I studied my nails as though they were the most interesting thing in the world. "Who knows? We'll see what the night brings."

"Oh, OK," she said glumly. "I guess we can get together later. I really wanna talk to you."

"And I'm sure I'll be very interested in what you have to say," I said with a hint of sarcasm. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I really need to get back to work. See you later, JJ," I said as I walked out the door, leaving a stunned JJ in my wake. I held my head high as I made my way to my desk, and settled down in my chair with an air of satisfaction. I saw JJ walk to her office. She glanced over in my direction, but I pretended to be so engrossed in my work that I didn't see her. As she closed the door, I smiled to myself. I couldn't be absolutely sure, but I had a strong suspicion that I had made Jennifer Jareau jealous, and that made me happier than I had felt all day.