Ha! Who was I kidding when I said there would be fewer mistakes? HaHaHaHaHa!?
I do hope you are enjoying this more than I am enjoying the episodes of season 15…although I am from over the pond so I am not supposed to have seen most of them yet. Legally anyway. I wont spoiler here though.
Please do review be it good or bad. I would appreciate a little insight to what you think and I've been kinda hoping for my 100th review for a little bit now. It means a lot! I may also be suffering from red wine emotions!
What comes first? The date or a new case?
Oh and happy Valentines day to you all xxx
Emily had packed and repacked her fresh go bag 3 times now. She had cleaned her apartment, did a grocery (wine) shop and reorganised her kitchen cupboards. And it was only 5pm. She needed to fill up her time or her nerves and overthinking would consume her more than they already were. She had just over 24 hours to go until she was supposed to be heading out on a first date with one Jennifer Jareau.
She hadn't spoke to JJ since their text exchange the previous night. Emily knew she should get in touch with the blonde but her anxiety was creeping in. She was getting less and less confident the date was going to happen. Was JJ having second thoughts? Why hadn't she been in touch?
"Right" Emily exclaimed to no one as she poured another large glass of red wine. "I'll have some food and then definitely message her. Maybe….Just do it….or wait…what do YOU think?" When she realised she was having a conversation with her own reflection in her kitchen cabinet she knew she needed to put the wine down and have some food.
The brunette Unit Chief was finishing off her chicken salad, and third glass of wine, when her phone chirped. It was JJ. Dread swelled in her stomach. Was JJ going to cancel? Had everything been a lie?
Then the red wine confidence kicked in. "Fuck it" Emily said out loud as she opened the text.
J: Hey there. Just checking you are still good for tomorrow night?
Relief. She exhaled so hard and fast she felt a bit dizzy. She hadn't realised she had been holding her breath. She focused and read the message again to make sure it was true and then sent her reply.
E: Of course. 7:30 yes?
It was a bit dry but to the point.
J: Yes. I'll pick you up. Are you ok?
Damn. JJ can read her even through text.
E: Yes I'm ok. Looking forward to it sweetheart.
J: Good. So am I. Was worried for a moment if I'm honest. Thought you might cancel on me. I hadn't heard from you.
"Fuck" Emily hated the thought of JJ being insecure.
E: Oh I'm sorry. Believe me. I want this. I'm just nervous.
J: I'm nervous too. I feel like a schoolgirl right now. It's insane. I'm really looking forward to our first date Emily Prentiss.
The brunette grinned and almost snorted at her phone with excitement.
E: May I ask where we are going? What should I wear?
J: Its nothing fancy. Just a meal and then somewhere else. You can wear what you want.
Emily knew JJ wasn't going to give anything away but she needed to know what clothes to prepare. If for no other reason than to calm herself.
E: I would like to know at least what type of clothing please. Casual? Cocktail? Rock climbing?
J: Haha. Do you even have rock climbing gear? Honestly. Wear whatever you want to wear.
She really wasn't going to give any clues.
E: Please Jen. It would really help with my nerves.
What that emotional blackmail?
J: That's emotional blackmail you know Prentiss.
"Fuck"
E: Sorry. Did I mention I was nervous?
J: Its ok. Would you like me to tell you what I would like you to wear?
"What?"
E: What?
J: I've imagined our first date. Many times. Would you like me to tell you what I imagine you wearing?
JJ had been thinking about their first date. Many times. Emily got up from her stool to pour another wine. She almost floated to the counter top. "So….this is happening" She tipped her wine glass at her own reflection in the glass cabinet and took her stool again.
E: Yes please.
J: Ok. Here goes. It's usually something red or black. But I love to think of you mostly in a red dress. Wide neck, sleeveless and low cut in to your cleavage but not too short on the leg. Tight around your body so it shows it off but my eyes always get drawn to your breasts. Always.
Emily couldn't believe what she was reading. She loved it but she needed to keep the conversation light tonight or she would be calling a cab straight to JJ's house.
E: Ummmm….So you're a boob girl Miss Jareau?
J: Yours for sure.
"Fuck"
E: Good to know
J: Just for the record. I think you are beautiful. Every bit of you. Well...the bits I have seen. You are stunning.
The brunette was glad she was alone. The expressions of delight and disbelief she was pulling at her phone could warrant a psych evaluation. Those tiny words on a small, over-lit screen took her breath away. And she actually tried to hug her phone.
J: You ok?
Emily realised she had not replied when her phone chirped again. She felt it vibrate in the crook of her arm. She also felt her cheeks redden even more than they were already from the wine. She needed to straighten herself up a bit.
E: I'm good. Just flattered
'Why so dry woman?' She thought to herself as she thumped the black button on her coffee machine.
J: OK. I will see you tomorrow night then?
"You need to say something nice Prentiss" She caught her reflection again as she lifted the cup out the machine and began to type.
E: You definitely will. I can hardly wait to enter you. And for the record also I think you are absolutely grotesque"
J: You may want to ease off on the wine Emily? See you tomorrow.
"What?" She asked the air as she instinctively looked around as if she was being watched. 'How does she know I'm drinking wine?' She thought. Then she read her last message again.
"Enter…Grotesque…..WHAT THE FUCK?" Emily was shouting down at her own phone. "OH JESUS SUFFERING FUCKING CHRIST….." She was flinging her arms about in the shock "THAT'S ASSHOLENESS IF EVER I HEARD IT " The brunette couldn't even look at herself in the glass this time.
'Why are you screaming at yourself?' Emily thought. 'Assholeness….is that a word? Must be…I might look it up…..BUT IS THAT THE FUCKING ISSUE RIGHT NOW? NO….it is not. Get yourself together and message the woman you love!' Her brain was reeling.
A few deep breathes later. And a lot of coffee gulps. And then more deep breathes. She needed to convey how she felt clearly and she thought she had to try and redeem herself in the eyes of the woman she loved.
E: Wow. I am so sorry my love. What I meant was that I cannot wait to see you. And I think you are absolutely gorgeous. The most gorgeous women I have ever had the privilege to lay eyes on.
"That's not bad right?" Emily regretted drinking so much wine. Her head was starting to hurt from the tannins and lack of proper hydration. She heard a noise and realised it was her phone again. A message from JJ.
J: I shall see you tomorrow night Emily. You do not have to apologise. Especially if you keep calling me your love. I like it. Goodnight and sleep well!
"Awwww fuck" Emily grinned at her phone. 'I think she may actually like me?' The brunette could not believe her own thoughts but all the evidence was in her favour. A slightly drunk Unit Chief Emily Prentiss took herself to bed with the biggest smile she had ever smiled.
….
The date is definitely next.
Sorry x
