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The three of them were stumbling along the streets of DC. Emily and JJ were linking arms and walking along laughing and chatting enthusiastically. Garcia was marching a couple of feet behind them struggling to text Kevin or rather 'flext' while walking in a straight line. They were heavily under the influence. Emily and JJ stopped and turned around to look back at Garcia. They watched as the tech stumbled to the left. Clearly feeling herself about to fall she tried to lean on a hedge for support. Before the other two could run over to help, Garcia had fallen straight through the waist-height hedge. All that could be seen were her two sparkly red shoes sticking out. The profiler and liaison doubled over laughing.
"It's like a reconstruction of that scene from The Wizard of Oz." Emily laughed hysterically.
"Ding-dong, the witch is dead." JJ sang. She held onto the profiler's arm as she laughed. Both could barely breathe they were laughing so hard.
"It's fine ladies. Laugh it up. If these were real ruby slippers I'd be wishing I was home right now and then girl's night would SUCK for you." The tech's voice growled in irritation from somewhere within the hedge.
The dream like moment faded and the first thing she noticed was darkness. Slowly her senses came crashing back. She could hear voices talking in the background.
"Oh my god what happened?" JJ's voice sounded panicked from somewhere in the distance. She felt something start to stroke her face softly running along her cheek and down her jaw.
"She fainted." The other muffled voice sounded like Garcia.
"Come on Emily, wake up." JJ said softly. "Should we call 911? Did she hurt herself on the way down?" Her voice gave away her fear.
She realised her movement was coming back and she groaned. "Emily, can you hear me? Can you open your eyes?"
It was all a dream. She hadn't married JJ. Something had happened to her and she had made it all up while unconscious. How silly was that! Wow maybe she had been drinking too much coffee to come up with a story like that. What was she thinking? She slowly opened her eyes but closed them quickly under the strain of the sudden light.
"No, no don't close them again." The blonde panicked, still stroking her face.
"How about this?" She could hear movement shuffle towards her. "My gorgeous profiling nerd...WAKE YOUR LAZY ASS UP, OR I WILL FLASH JJ AND SHE WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!" Garcia chuckles loudly.
"PEN!" JJ shouts. Emily starts to laugh. "Oh funny huh? If you hadn't already fainted I would hit you."
Emily finally opens her eyes to find herself looking directly into the ocean blue pools of her best-friend. The brunette groans again and slowly sits up with the help of the liaison. She rubs her head. "What happened?" Both JJ and Emily turn towards Garcia for answers.
The tech adjusts her glasses nervously. "Well...erm...you came in here to show me something and y-you found me watching...and then I showed you...well yes and you just fainted." JJ frowned in confusion. She stood up and leaned forward to help Emily up. As she leaned forward grabbing Emily's arms her necklace fell forward. It was the necklace her sister gave her before she died. When the profiler was finally standing in front of JJ she gasped. There was a silver ring that had been newly placed on the chain. She had seen that ring before, but it had been a dream!
JJ notices her looking at the ring. "You like it? I was wearing it when I woke up on Saturday morning. It's so beautiful and looks expensive, so I added it to my necklace. Any idea where it came from?"
Emily went pale and wobbled slightly. She ripped her arms free of JJ's. The blonde looked between the tech and the brunette concerned. "Are you ok? Here, sit down." As Emily slumped in the chair, the liaison headed towards the door. "I'll go and get you some water."
As soon as JJ was out of ear-range, Emily whipped her head around to Garcia. "It...It wasn't a dream was it?" Garcia shakes her head. "So I...I really married JJ?"
Garcia grabs her hand reassuringly. "Yes my lovely...I was just showing you the wedding certificate on my computer when you fainted."
Emily launched out her seat and started pacing. "Shit...shit...shit...SHIT! And we can't even remember how happened...and JJ...oh SHIT JJ...she has no idea! This could ruin her life – I mean what about her family, her relationships...at least she is single..." Emily laughs an awful fake laugh. Garcia winces fully aware that laugh was a bad sign. "Well not anymore...neither of us are single now...oh GOD I'm not single...MICK! I...I'm with Mick."
Garcia tries to grab Emily. "Emily honey, it will be ok. Everything will be ok. We will sort it out and later on you and JJ can look back at this and laugh..."
Emily span around angrily. "It is NOT ok Garcia. NOTHING about this is ok. We got MARRIED. I MARRIED my best-friend. We are not even gay. It was a fun girl's night out. How is any of this even possible?"
"I don't know my love. But I promise I will help you both find out everything we can." Garcia said calmly.
Emily held her head in her hands. "I can't believe this is happening!" Emily looks back up. "What do I do? She is my wi..." Emily stopped abruptly as the door opened again revealing JJ holding a glass of water.
"What are you shouting about? She is your what?" JJ placed the glass on the desk and turns with a questioning look in her eyes.
Garcia looked intently at the ground. Emily quickly stuttered. "She is my wi...dest friend. She has a glandular problem, poor thing. Garcia and I were arguing over the best places to work out. So...so I could tell her." Emily gave Garcia a look to say 'don't challenge me'.
JJ looked unconvinced but let it slide. "Right." The room fell awkwardly silent.
"You can go back to work now JJ." Emily said bluntly.
The blonde looked up suddenly, clearly a little hurt by Emily's tone. "But you fainted and..."
"Garcia will be with me. I don't need you here too." Emily's voice was harsh and firm.
JJ looked at Garcia who was back to looking firmly at the floor. She glanced back at Emily before leaving the room and shutting the door behind her.
Garcia glared at Emily. "What the HELL was that? It's not her fault. She is clueless about this, just like you were. That was mean Emily Prentiss."
Emily sighed loudly. "I know. I know. I just...I just don't know how to be around her right now. I need to get my head around this."
"Well that is easy. First you need to tell..." Garcia was abruptly interrupted by the profiler.
"Oh no, no, no I'm not going to tell JJ. Not until I am ready..." The brunette starts to raise her voice again.
"Emily! You can't keep this from her it's not your place to decide that. You are married to each other. JJ has just an equal part in this. I know you want to avoid it but you can't keep this from her. She has a right to know!" Garcia argued back.
"I have more of a right to decide what to do than you. This is MY issue. I need time. Until we can find out what happened and where we went wrong and how we fix this she does NOT find out. Got it Garcia?" Emily pointed her finger threateningly at the tech.
"Fine! I will help you but mark my words, Prentiss. This is going to backfire and you will be on your own when it does. Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do." Garcia sat down dramatically at her desk and turned to her computers.
Emily sighed heading for the door. "I was so sure it was a dream. I mean, I swear when I was unconscious I dreamt about you falling through a hedge and..."
Garcia's head snaps around. "WAIT! I fell in a hedge?"
Emily turned around frowning. "Well yeah, but it was just a dream obviously and what I thought was a dream was reality."
Garcia reaches down to reveal her legs. "Maybe it wasn't a dream my newly wed, but a memory. It would explain all these scratches." Emily looks down at her legs and sure enough they are covered in small thin scratches. "Well that least that is solved. Now go, you were supposed to be leaving because I was annoyed at you!"
Emily smiled. "I love you too Garcia."
Walking back to her desk in the bullpen, Emily pulls her silver wedding ring out of her pocket and like JJ puts it on her necklace. Reaching her desk, she takes a seat. Twirling the ring on her necklace around in her fingers she starts to process everything that has happened.
So much for a dream. I can bury this right? She never has to know. She can happily go on with her life. Find a man. But then what if she gets engaged? Ok so I will tell her...eventually. Just not now, not at work. Maybe after I know more answers. Oh God has this ruined our friendship. I can't even look her in the face anymore. I just see her and remember that she is my wife. My wife. My wife. Huh that doesn't sound as weird as I thought it would considering I always thought I would say my husband. God this is going to make me so paranoid. Ok I have to bury this. I'm surrounded by profilers. I have to act normal and natural. I must act natural. Don't want to create a scene!
"EMILY ELIZABETH PRENTISS!" A loud angry voice shouting across the bullpen shocked her out of her thoughts. The brunette turned quickly around in her seat towards the main doors. Marching towards her was her mother.
Emily pales in horror. "Oh shit!" The Ambassador stalks up to her. "Mother, what are you doing here?" It was worth a shot, maybe she had forgotten one of her mother's functions?
"What am I doing here? WHAT AM I DOING HERE?" She shouts. Emily winces. "I got a phone call from Father Drake this morning..."
"Mãe, eu posso explicar, eu…" (Mother, I can explain I...) Emily almost pleads. Unknown to Emily, Garcia had texted JJ for a coffee break before their case meeting so as they walked to the break room they noticed the shouting. They stopped shocked to watch the scene. Morgan and Reid slowly walked over from their desks towards the liaison and tech to get away from the shouting pair. Hotch and Rossi joined them soon after. All just stood there watching, not knowing what to do.
"Oh isto vai ser bom. Sim, por favor explica-me porque é que eu recebi um telefonema a felicitarem-me pelo casamento da minha filha… com uma MULHER!" (Oh this should be good. Yes, please explain why I got a phone-call congratulating me on my daughter's marriage...to a WOMAN!) The Ambassador screamed.
"Foi um acidente, um erro e…" (It was an accident, a mistake and...) Emily tries desperately not to break down.
"Um erro? Um erro? Como exactamente é que alguém se casa por acidente? Sabes que mais? Nem sequer respondas! Em que é que estavas a pensar? De todos os problemas que me causaste ao longo dos anos, este é o pior deles! Mas então e quem é a PUTA?" (A mistake? A mistake? How exactly do you get married by accident? You know what don't even answer that! What were you thinking? Of all the issues you have caused me over the years this tops them all. So who is the whore?) After this Emily visibly snaps. In a split second she goes from trying not to cry to being furious.
"Não se ATREVA a falar dela dessa maneira. Este casamento pode ter sido um acidente. Mas ela é a minha melhor amiga e se falar dela assim mais ALGUMA vez que seja, vai arrepender-se. Ela é bondosa, talentosa, carinhosa, compreensiva, ilustre, bonita…" (Don't you DARE talk about her like that. This marriage may have been an accident. But she is my best-friend and if you EVER talk about her like that again in front of me, you will regret it. She is kind, talented, caring, empathetic, honourable, beautiful...)
JJ found Emily's sudden anger slightly nerving. She was controlled, vicious and threatening. But more importantly she was unbelievably hot. The blonde had heard the profiler speak in other languages before, it was no surprise. However, that was only for very brief moments. Never a long conversation. Never a huge argument. The way the foreign words poured out of the brunette's mouth created a strong arousal between JJ's legs. Emily was gorgeous, talented and mega smart. She knew the profiler called herself a nerd, but the liaison didn't care. She was one hot, hot, HOT nerd. When the conversation turned to angry foreign words, JJ nearly collapsed right there. Angry foreign words pouring out of the profiler's mouth was even hotter. She gasped loudly from the tingling that swept from her spine to a place much lower, her legs went wobbly for a second and she stumbled. Garcia and Morgan grabbed her elbow, while the rest of the team reached out their arms just in case she fell. Her mouth was wide open. She knew she was obviously drooling. She knew her eyes were filled with lust. She knew her team had noticed and already knew about her Emily craze, well all except Reid – they were profilers and her actions around the brunette were never subtle. She was grateful no-one really said anything. At that moment the blonde knew they were partly in shock at watching the fight, but also trying not to laugh at her. But she didn't care. In this moment Emily was just too damn hot!
"Bem estás mesmo a fazer com que este casamento soe como um acidente! Se és lésbica…" (Well you are definitely making this marriage sound like an accident! If you are gay...) The Ambassador sneers.
"Eu NÃO sou lésbica! Bebi demasiado e cometi um erro… ou qualquer coisa." (I'm NOT gay! I had too much to drink and made a mistake...or something.) Emily fumbles knowing she should just stop talking.
"Ou qualquer coisa? Tu és a filha de uma Embaixadora. Tens alguma ideia da falta de profissionalismo que isto representa? Tens alguma ideia de como isto vai parecer?" (Or something? You are the daughter of an Ambassador. Do you have any idea how unprofessional this is? Do you have any idea how this will look?) The Ambassador demands.
"Falta de profissionalismo? Acabou de entrar no meu local de trabalho aos gritos! Isso, mãe, é falta de profissionalismo...Acho que devia ir embora." (Unprofessional? You have just marched into the place I work screaming! That, mother, is unprofessional...I think you should leave.) Emily turns back around to face her desk.
"Não, nós ainda não acabámos…" (No, we are not finished...) The Ambassador takes a step forward.
Emily turns around in her chair so fast the team are surprised she does not fall off. "Acabámos sim! SAIA JÁ DAQUI!" (Yes we are! GET OUT NOW!) Emily points to the exit, staring at her mother with pure rage. Emily turns back around and slumps her head on her desk.
She starts talking to herself. "Ok respira, calma e profundamente, inspira e expira. Será que eu a chamei mesmo bonita? Bem ela é bonita. As mulheres podem chamar-se bonitas entre si. Estou a ser paranóica. É só porque ela é a minha mulher. Exacto eu só estou a pensar demasiado em tudo. E ela é aquelas coisas todas. Isso não é nada de novo. É simplesmente a verdade." (Ok just breathe, nice deep breaths, in and out. Did I really call her beautiful? Well she is beautiful. Women can call each other beautiful. I am being paranoid. It's just because she is my wife. Right I am just over-thinking everything. And she is all those things. That's not saying anything new. It's simply the truth.)
The group just stand there stunned. All for JJ who is staring in Emily's direction horrifically turned on and physically drooling. Hotch clears his throat. "Let's give her some space. We will do the brief on the jet. Wheels up in 30." The group scatter off. All for JJ who is frozen with pure lust, staring at Emily. She was totally fixated.
Garcia smirks. "Earth to Jayje." Garcia nudges her. "JJ." Garcia starts waving her hands in front of the blonde's face. "Jennifer!" Garcia pauses for a second. "LOOK...EMILY'S NAKED BREASTS!"
"What? WHERE?" At that JJ snaps her head around. After a couple of seconds she turns to glare at Garcia while whipping the drool off her chin. The tech has now taken to singing 'My Humps' by The Black Eyed Peas.
"...Lookin' at my lump, lump.
You can look but you can't touch it,
If you touch it I'ma start some drama,
You don't want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama" Garcia sings and dances.
JJ swats at Garcia. "Ok, ok yes, Emily's breasts ha ha. And don't you worry there will be no drama." Garcia internally winces but continues to sing, there already was drama. "Stop singing you weirdo...seriously, STOP!"
Turning both of them freeze after catching a glance at Emily. Their hearts break for her, she looks so defeated. The brunette is still slumped at her desk talking to herself. The liaison cautiously makes her way over to the profiler.
"Emily, are you ok?" JJ kneels down next to her. "Emily?" whispers softly.
Merde, o que é que digo acerca daquilo? Quanto é que será que eles ouviram? Não que tivessemos estado a falar inglês. Mas ainda assim o que é que eu digo? Esqueci-me de uma festa importantíssima no fim-de-semana. Distraí-me e esqueci-me." (Shit, what do I say that was about? How much did they hear? Not that we were speaking English. But still what do I say? I forgot a massive function over the weekend. I got distracted and forgot.)
The blonde reaches out a hand to touch her cheek lovingly, making the brunette jump. She quickly turns to face JJ.
"Desculpa, o quê? O que é que disseste?" (Sorry, what? What did you say?) Emily rambles.
JJ frowns obviously confused. "Er..." Emily slaps herself on the forehead fairly hard. "Hey! Don't do that. It's ok." The blonde reaches out an affectionately rubs the profiler's forehead, dropping her hand to hold her hands. "Since when can you speak..."
"Portuguese?" JJ nods and squeezes the brunette's hands affectionately. "It's my first language. English is my second. So I speak it to my mother..." The word 'mother' is muttered with venom. "and sometimes it slips out by accident too. Sorry."
"Hey. I told you. It's ok. Don't apologize. How did I not know that English was not your mother tongue?" Emily shrugs. "Well, Miss Prentiss you are clearly amazing. Ignore whatever your mother said to you. She is not worth it." She leans in and embraces the profiler.
Garcia watched stunned. How was JJ being so calm and collected? Normally she could barely speak around Emily without falling apart into some horny, flustered, stuttering mess.
"It's only when she is upset or hurt." Morgan whispers in the tech's ear.
"Huh?" Garcia turned to glance at Morgan before looking back at the two BAU women.
"JJ...She is only composed when she is distracted by Emily's pain, both physical or emotional. She forgets to be a mess. It's cute really." Morgan states. He joins the tech just watching them.
"Who knew you were such a girly romantic hot stuff." Garcia chuckles.
"Are you kidding baby girl? I think everyone is behind JJ. How can you not want that to be permanent?" He gestures towards them. Emily and JJ are still embracing. Their eyes closed just holding each other.
Holding JJ, Emily was filled with an overwhelming sense of comfort. Never in her life had she felt so at peace. Thinking about the argument with her mother it didn't seem so painful and bitter. Wait! the argument with her mother. The argument was about marrying JJ, who she was currently hugging. Suddenly all those emotions of confusion and panic overwhelmed her. She jerks back from the hug and stands up pushing JJ off her, while desperately not looking at the blonde's face. Knowing she would find a face that was hurt and confused. She glanced at Garcia with a panicked look who watching knowingly. Morgan looked on equally confused as JJ. Emily started to walk off and turned to her partner. "Morgan, I'll ride with you to the airstrip." This left JJ to slump down onto the floor while Garcia rushed over to comfort her.
JJ felt so lost. She was so confused and her chest hurt like nothing she had ever felt before. JJ and Emily had long formed a routine of travelling together to the airstrip. But today Emily had broken this for the first time since the liaison could remember. She just couldn't get her head around it. Twice Emily had been fine and then shut down on her, pushing her away and dismissing her like she was some kind of disease. As she walked to her car next to Reid, she fought to bury the lump forming in her throat and the tears that threatened to spill over.
She looked over towards Morgan's car where he was laughing with Emily. They were singing and dancing along to 'S&M' by Rhianna from the car radio as they climbed in. As hurt as JJ was, she couldn't help smile and laugh a little as Emily sang loud and proud. She was an amazing singer. Yet another thing the liaison had learnt today.
"JJ?" Reid called out to her. JJ broke out of her Emily watching and turned back to Reid sadly.
"Coming Spence." As the liaison slipped into the driving seat and while Reid adjusted the radio to classical, she couldn't help wonder. Was it the spin the bottle kiss? The relatively small kiss that she couldn't stop thinking about; dreaming about. The best kiss she had ever had. The one kiss that made her heart crave Emily even more than it had before. The one kiss that made Emily's treatment of her that much more painful.
Getting comfortable in the jet, Emily had chosen a seat furthest away from JJ. This just deepened the hole the blonde felt forming in her chest. She sat there trying to focus on the job and trying to remind herself that it could be worse. Positive thinking. She was determined not to cry in public. As she watched the profiler get settled for the journey she smiled sadly as Emily started singing 'S&M' again to herself.
"Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me" Emily sang.
"Hey babe! You should know not to reveal details about our sex life to the entire plane." A voice stated from the entrance of the jet. JJ's stomach turned. She knew that voice, she hated that voice with a passion.
"Mick, what are you doing here?" Emily asked surprised.
"Strauss. I'm working this case with you." Mick smirked. He walked over to Emily kissed her forcefully on the lips and sat down in the seat next to her.
JJ looked out the windows hiding her silent tears, playing with the silver ring she had fallen in love with on her necklace.