Chapter 11:

Emily's POV

"Will is cheating on me..."

The words are echoing on my ears. All I want to do is get up from my couch, find Will and kick his ass. But the teary blue eyes in front of me tells me that she needs me right now. So I pull my best friend back into my arms and hold her while she cries.

As I hold her, I realize it's all making sense. The late night visit last night. The flinching when I mentioned her home.

God Prentiss! You're supposed to be one of the best profilers in the world! I can't help but scold my self. If only I'd known sooner. Again I feel the anger boil up in me, this time with my self. But as I stiffen, her grip on me tightens and my focus is once again back where it should've been all along, the beautiful blonde in my arms.

I wrap my arms tighter around her and try my best to sooth her pain.

"Jen, I'm never letting you go." I whisper softly into her hair.

I don't know how long we sit there, but eventually her breathing turns normal.

When she slowly lifts her tear streaked face, I softly lift my hand to brush away the a few tears.

For 5 long minutes we just stare into each others eyes.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask softly. As soon as the question leaves my mouth I can see the pain well up again.

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

"There is so much more to it than just the cheating." She finally says. Her voice is shaking a little. She opens and closes her mouth a couple of times.

I sense she's having troubling to sort her thoughts so I decide to give her some space.

"Do you want some coffee, Jen?" My soft question makes her eyes snap up and meet mine. She knows what I'm trying to do, and luckily my eyes are met with relief from hers.

"Yes, please."

"I'll be right back." I untangle myself from her embrace and move quickly into the kitchen.

While I wait for the coffee I catch myself pacing angrily on the kitchen floor.

How could he hurt her like that?

My hands are clenched into fists, so hard I can feel my nails digging into my palms.

Ok, Prentiss, you need to calm down! Yes, someone needs to kick LaMontagne's ass, but right now she needs you.

I take a deep breath before peeking into the living room. She is sitting stiffly on the couch. I know she's nervously biting her lower lip and clenching and unclenching her hands in her lap.

Taking another deep breath I pour two cups of coffee and make my way back to the couch.

Knowing she's probably deep in thought I carefully places the coffee mugs on the coffee table before taking a seat.

"Here you go," I say softly, but as I predicted she's so deep in thought that she didn't hear me.

I clear my throat before slowly reaching about and place my hand on top of one of hers. I give the clenching hand a soft squeeze, which seams to break her thoughts.

As out eyes meet I am determined to make her feel safe, so I pull down all my walls and let the love I have for her shine through. I give her hand a soft squeeze before breaking eye contact and picking up my mug.

We sit for awhile in silence. Both deep in thoughts.

"I'm so sorry for barging in on you Emily." She breaks the silence, "I'm sure you had other..."

"Jen," I interupt her softly, "you know that you and Henry are always welcome here, anytime." My hand finds her, and I softly unclench her fist and tangle our fingers together.

"You also know better than anyone else that the only plans I had was a hot date with some take-out and my TV." I add jokingly.

Her beautiful blue eyes meets mine again and she gives me a sad smile.

"I'll go tomorrow. Henry and I will check into a hotel or something." She drops her gaze.

"Don't be ridiculous Jen. You and the Champ are welcome to stay here for as long as you need." I let my thumb stroke her knuckles softly.

"You're too good for me, Em." She says with a soft sigh, before leaning in and resting her head on my shoulder.

Normally JJ would give me a bigger fight, so I know she must be exhausted.

"You would have done the same for me."

We sit in silence again, and after awhile I start to wonder if she's fallen asleep.

"He's been so mad lately." She suddenly says. "There was always something wrong. And it was always my fault." Her voice is so un-JJ like, almost weak.

"I know we all joke about how I'm always the first to come in the morning, and the last one to leave, but I just couldn't be there. And how horrible isn't that! I'm supposed to be a good girlfriend. A good mother. How was I that when I couldn't stand to be in the same house as him?"

She shakes her head and sniffles a bit. I know she's trying to blame this on herself.

"Jen, this is not your fault. No one should dread to go home. Home is a place you should be able to relax. Somewhere you feel safe." I say softly. Somewhere you're loved.

I don't dare to voice my last thought, so I just hold her. My best friend. The woman I love.

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JJ's story is most likely coming in the next chapter;)