Author's Note: Good afternoon, everyone. Okay, let me just say that I really like the humanized Season 8 Erin Strauss. Maybe putting the bottle down got rid of the stick up her butt or maybe she's finally realized that our heroes know what they're doing but yeah, I approve. I'm glad the team finally found the Creeper's hidey-hole and I hope they'll find him/her soon without much bloodshed. I also approve of the new man in Garcia's life. Sure, it's not Morgan but it's still an upgrade away from Lynch and his irritating insecurity/jealousy combo. Post Maeve Reid is still breaking my fragile fangirl heart and I really hope TPTB aren't considering pulling a Gideon with my baby boy. He's got that vibe about him, especially after the latest episode, and although I'd still watch the show if MGG left, it just wouldn't be the same…
Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"
If she wasn't so exhausted, she'd burst out laughing at the looks of naked shock on their faces. Emily set down her keys and removed her jacket, moving with a fluid grace that screamed. "I HAD SEX". Her rose was in water and she ran a light fingertip over one of the petals before removing her boots. Their footsteps followed after her as she made her way to her bedroom, pulling her dress over her head. One of them, most likely Garcia squealed when she spotted the light love wounds left by the good doctor and she matter of factly put her bra on the nightstand before crawling contently under her blankets.
"I'm still not sure if he likes to be called doctor in bed but he does like to be bitten and licked. And he's fluent in Italian and French." she informed them matter of factly.
JJ surrendered to giggles and Garcia hopped onto the mattress, hugging her blanket burritoed self with a cat in the cream grin.
"I knew it! I knew that underneath that sweater vest clad exterior was a happy little sex beast! And you got him to let it out on the first date! Yay, Emily!" the tech Goddess crowed triumphantly, making Emily grin into her pillows.
"More like sore and sleepy Emily." she corrected primly. "4 times. Well, 4 ½ if you count what he did while we were in the car downstairs."
"Wow, go Spence…is it bad to admit that I'm a little jealous right now?"
"No, it's not. I would be if I were you. Besides, I'm sure your 'sick aunt' down in New Orleans knows how to work it just as well."
JJ walloped her with a nearby pillow and sat at the foot of the bed, neither confirming nor denying. It was actually quite comical the pains the blonde took to hide her relationship with Detective William LaMontagne Jr. from the rest of them. Logically, she understood. The BAU had a way of sucking everything in like a black hole, especially relationships. Hotch's now dead marriage and Rossi's harem of ex-wives proved that all too well. Plus, one part of their team being so tight knit meant that everyone was inevitably in all in each other's business. The rule against profiling each other didn't count for much when the hunches came into play.
Still, it was hilarious.
"So, when are you gonna see each other again?" JJ asked curiously.
"Soon. You know how it is with the job but we'll find a way to carve out some time together for coffee or a movie or…"
"More wild nasty monkey sex." Garcia deadpanned with waggling brows.
"No comment. Going to sleep, now. Same offer from last night still applies."