A/N: Thanks for the positive review on the last chapter! I love the Lifehouse song to death. I have it on repeat. Just a warning: I'm completely new at this whole femslash, pairing, romance sort of thing. I'm a straight girl trying to write a lesbian romance between best friends… so any advice is welcome.
"Emily, that sounds great. But seriously? I can walk. Do I have to be in this wheel chair?" JJ complained. She hated to be pushed around, especially by her best friend.
"Hospital protocol. Sorry babe!" Emily winced after she heard the petname come out of her mouth. Way to go Prentiss. Keep it up and she'll really know your true feelings and she'll run. Emily would rather shut out her feelings for the beautiful blonde agent then lose her forever because she was weirded out.
"Fine. But as soon we get to the entrance, I'm walking. I've been in bed for a day now. I'm sore as all get out but I need to walk!" she laughed. She didn't want to be seen as weak. That was the last thing JJ was, weak. Wait a second did Em just call me babe? Oh snap out of it. She was only joking. The pet name hadn't been missed by JJ but had actually been appreciated. Her hope for the time she spent with Emily was to grow closer with the brunette agent who had a tendency to be rough around the edges and distant. She was going to break through Emily's compartments one way or another. JJ wasn't sure of her feelings for Emily Prentiss. She knew she had them, but she had always considered herself straight. She had a lot of time to think about these feelings, lying in the hospital was a good time for it, but it was also when things weren't great with Will. She wasn't even really sure what Will had been. A convenient choice? Sure. A good lay? Hardly. Anytime JJ had gotten intimate with Will, which was rare, her mind was somewhere else, with someone else. Most of the time, her mind and body were too tired to interact. JJ had just chalked it up to being another casualty of the job she was so very passionate about. Looking at heinous crimes daily couldn't be good for one's sex life.
"Here we are. You can walk from here. I'll bring you to my place and then I'll go get your painkillers at the pharmacy," Emily knew that the young agent would want time to herself, time to shower, time to process the events and explore Emily's condo without worrying about being watched. "Is that ok? I don't have to leave you if you don't want me to. I just figured it'd give you a few minutes to yourself,"
"That's fine. Actually it's great. I need a shower. Thanks Emily, you are too good to me," JJ gushed. It was true. The older agent had been there through and through.
Within 30 minutes, Emily had weaved through D.C. traffic and had arrived at her condo. She grabbed JJ's bags and helped her out of the SUV.
"Thanks," JJ mumbled. She hated needing help. It was against everything she wanted. She was independent, an only child, a strong soccer player who left home at 18 to pursue a degree and get into the FBI. She was always determined, strong, and independent. Maybe you can depend on Emily. Just maybe.
"Ok, we're here. I'll go set your things in the guest bedroom. Feel free to look around. If you are hungry, which you should be, there's plenty of food in the cupboards and the fridge. Bathroom is upstairs and the third door on the left. The guest bedroom has a door that joins my room. I hope that's ok. I think it was meant to be a nursery at some point, but it's my guest bedroom," Emily rambled. Could that room still be a nursery someday? I want a family with JJ.
"A nursery?" JJ asked out loud. Could there be a future? I'd like to raise this baby with her.
"Hmm, yeah. Anyway, I'll be back in a few. I'll go get your pain meds and then I think you need to get some rest," Emily thought. Her body language suggests, wait no Emily, do not profile your best friend just to see if she's interested in you like that.
"Thank you, Emily, for everything. I really appreciate it," JJ confessed. She leaned in to give Emily a hug. Emily readily accepted the contact with the blonde. She's so warm. Both agents felt the warmth in the hug.
"Well, I'll be back," Emily said awkwardly. Way to go Prentiss.
While Emily was gone, JJ found her way to the shower in the guest bathroom. Wow this place is huge. Beautiful, just like Emily. JJ discarded her clothes and began the water. Stepping in, the warmth of the water was a welcome relief to the pain her bruises held. Showers were one of the many ways JJ helped distress, between problems with Will, to the stresses of the job. JJ knew she didn't have much time before Emily got back from the pharmacy so she didn't allow herself tears. She spent extra time scrubbing herself, trying to get the filth of Will off of her, which caused some pain but when she finally got out of the warm water and wrapped herself in a pink towel, she already felt somewhat better. She found her bag that Emily had Garcia packed and found that the technical analyst that she called her best friend had packed her favorite lounge clothes. Thank you Garcia! She thought mentally. She would definitely need to thank both of her friends for their endless support. She pulled on her favorite pair of black pregnancy yoga pants and her oversized, which was slowly beginning to get smaller with the belly JJ was acquiring, Pittsburgh t-shirt. She ran her fingers through her hair and sat at the edge of the bed. As she sat on the bed, she felt a tiny little movement in her belly. Was that my baby? Oh my god, it was. At the emotions of the baby moving, JJ began to cry hysterically. The tears started as tears of joy and slowly became tears of fear, despair and hurt. She had no idea how she was going to raise this baby alone. Maybe you won't have to Jareau. She felt so betrayed. Sure, things weren't great with Will, but she had learned to love him, and had grown somewhat comfortable with him. JJ laid back on the bed and curled into the fetal position and let the tears fall.