JJ trails her fingers around the edge of her glass, watching Emily standing at the bar, then dropping her eyes down to the ring on her finger. She made her choice when she took the ring from Will, she knows that. This shouldn't hurt. She looks up again and Hotch's hands slip around Emily's waist and she leans back into him, craning around to give him a quick kiss. God, her smile. JJ looks back down at her drink, stirring it with her straw, trying to ignore the clawing emptiness in her stomach.
She vaguely hears Reid ask if she's okay, and she nods.
Later, she comes out of a stall in the ladies' bathroom to find Emily waiting for her, leaning against the sink. "Are you going to talk to me about what's wrong?" she says softly, shifting over a little to let JJ in to wash her hands.
"I'm okay," she replies, concentrating a lot harder than normal on the feel of the water hitting her hands. "Just tired. And distracted – work – and um -"
Emily sighs, handing her a paper towel. "JJ -"
"I'm okay," she repeats, too quickly. She knows she has to address it, that the rest of the team have no doubt already congratulated them. "You two are great together," she says, trying a smile as her eyes find Emily's.
She sees the understanding dawn on Emily's face, and before she can look away Emily's hand is on her shoulder, gentle and familiar. "JJ, I -"
She shakes her head, bringing a hand up to Emily's arm, closing it around her wrist. "It's okay," she says, Emily's face starting to blur as her eyes fill with tears. "It is. We – I had my chance. I hurt you first."
Emily sighs, pulling her forward and wrapping her arms around her. Against her better judgement, JJ buries her face in Emily's neck, holding on tight. "If he hurts you I'll kill him."