Port Wine

JJ found Garcia and Emily both in her office when she returned from Rossi's. Apparently Garcia had filled Emily in, because JJ found herself jumped on as soon as she walked in.

"A suspected serial rapist knows where you live," Emily informed her. "You need to move. Soon. Tonight."

JJ sighed and turned to Garcia. "Rossi's coming with me so I can dump Will, so you can forget calling all those people."

"Good," Garcia sorted her glasses closer to her eyes.

Emily echoed the sentiment, then went back to her original subject. "Do you know how dangerous that is?"

"Yes, I do, but I need to get rid of him before I go anywhere, otherwise he might follow me."

Garcia felt compelled to pipe up, with a gleam in her eye, "You could stay with Rossi."

"No."

"With all your many lip-"

"If you finish that sentence I will tell Morgan that you have fantasies about him that are criminal in Texas."

"You would not. You don't know the exact contents."

Emily looked pained. "Garcia, in the interest of protecting your future secrets, maybe you shouldn't drink tequila."

JJ nodded confirmation at Garcia's stricken face. "And I'll tell Morgan that, too."

Garcia gave JJ an evil look. "You, my blue eyed doll, will pay for that."

"Not if I get you first, Pens."

Emily interfered before they could start throwing office supplies at each other. "Do you need any other backup?"

JJ shook her head. "Rossi's plenty. And it's a public place, lots of people. Should be good."

"What'll you wear?" Garcia asked. JJ gave her best withering stare.

"My office clothes. I'm breaking up with him."

"But not with Rossi."

"I know where you keep your special JPEGS of Morgan, too."

Emily interceded again. "Guys! JJ, call when you have some news. Garcia and I are going to watch TV at her place. Okay?"

JJ and Garcia both nodded, the latter finally gathering her things and leaving. Emily was about to follow, but turned back at the last second.

"You know, it's pretty bad that Will hid everything from you. But at least Rossi shared about his ex-wives, you know?"

JJ threw a pencil at Emily, whose unhurried departure didn't even react to the missile.

Damn it. She was right.

Author's Note: The much-anticipated meeting is next! I almost feel sorry for Will. Almost. Sort of. And thanks to Cass for letting me steal her reviews to give Emily lines-this chapter's for you!