"And?" Penelope said as she eagerly anticipated J.J.'s response.
"It was breathtaking," J.J. sighed.
Penelope squealed, Tara whooped, and Emily scrunched her nose.
"I'm not exaggerating either. He is hands down the greatest lover I've ever had," she said as she took a sip of her Margaretta. "You know how I said I hate guys going down –"
"Oh, God, no! Stop, ok, I've heard enough," Emily said waving her hand around.
"What?" J.J. asked genuinely confused.
"He's like my brother … I can't even imagine him having sex let alone … ugh," Emily shuddered.
"Well, plug your ears, cause I want all the details!" Penelope said as she swam across the jacuzzi to sit next to J.J. "Tell me everything!"
J.J. laughed at both Emily and Penelope.
"Sorry Em," J.J. apologized.
"It's ok, I get it. I'm being old about this, go ahead and gush. I'll try to picture someone else," she said throwing her drink back.
"So, he went down on you?" Penelope said picking right up where they left off. "And you let him?"
"Well, he asked and –"
"Oh my God, he asked?" Tara said laughing. "I've never had a guy ask to do that before. Usually it's him asking me to pleasure him. I'm an afterthought."
"No, Spence was so loving and so gentle and so passionate," J.J. said as her eyes glazed over happily.
"Yea, I can't do this. I'm going to refill, call me when you're done," Emily said climbing out of the hot tub.
"So, he asked. What did he say? Was he just like 'J.J. let me eat you out?' or was it all romantic like 'can I kiss your other lips?'"
Tara and J.J. burst out laughing as Penelope looked at them innocently.
"No, he just kinda went there and I told him I didn't like it and he was like 'can I try? If you don't like it, I'll stop and never ask again'," she explained.
"I don't know why we should be surprised by this. Everything Reid does is to benefit others. Why would he be any different in a relationship," Tara said before sipping her drink.
"I'm jealous," Penelope sighed with her hand on her heart.
"I mean, you could have the same thing if you would open those pretty little eyes of yours," J.J. said with a raised brow.
"What's that mean?" Penelope said truly confused.
"Oh, I dunno, seems to be me that a handsome Latino might be more than willing to make you scream," J.J. said with a smirk.
"Alvez?" Tara said excitedly.
"What? Newbie? No way, uh uh, nope. That is a big no," Penelope said waving her hand in front of herself.
"Thou doth protest too much," Tara teased.
"Please you two aren't fooling anyone with your love to hate each other act. It's obvious he's hooked on you and the only reason you won't give in to your feelings is because of Morgan," J.J. said.
"What? Morgan is married! And we were … are just friends," Penelope stated.
"You know it's not a betrayal, right? It's ok to like the guy. Morgan would want you to find happiness and hell, he even likes Luke," J.J. said.
"Ok, can we go back to your sex life and get out of my everything life," Penelope said a little irritated.
"Alright, I'm sorry. I just want you to find the kind of happiness I've found, and I think Luke would give that to you," J.J. said softly.
"And he's smokin' hot," Tara piped in.
"I get the point, now please," Penelope said turning red.
"Ok, what else do you want to know?" J.J. said turning the topic.
"Did you orgasm?" Penelope asked flipping back to her bubbly self.
J.J. laughed and nodded.
"On which part? The oral or the sex?"
"Both."
Penelope shrieked and threw her hands up, making the girls laugh again.
"Twice!? He got you off twice!?"
Emily walked back out on to the patio with a frown. Tara was the first to notice.
"Uh oh," she said making J.J. and Penelope turn around.
"Sorry ladies," Emily said holding up her phone. "Just got a call, looks like the Chameleon is back at it."
They all sighed and climbed out of the hot tub one by one. Time to sober up and get to work.
(xxxxx)
J.J. and Spencer were sent to a mansion where it was suspected Lynch and his mom were holding a young teen hostage. They climbed out of the SUV, double checked their safety vests, and lined up out front of the mansion with the dozen SWAT officers.
"We need to get Olivia out of there," J.J. said as she surveyed the house.
"I've got an idea," Spencer said as he pulled out his cell phone.
J.J. listened as he negotiated with Roberta Lynch. After a few moments, the front door opened, and Olivia ran out crying for help. J.J. ran to the young girl, wrapped her arms around her and steered her to the waiting ambulance.
"Everything is going to be ok. You're safe now," J.J. assured the girl.
"He killed my mom," she sobbed as an EMT intercepted Olivia.
"Do you have any other family we can call?"
"My Grandmom lives nearby," Olivia whimpered as the EMT began checking her vitals.
J.J. was pulling her phone out of her pocket when it lit up.
"Rossi, hey," she said as she watched Spencer and SWAT heading toward the building. "Wait, what?" Her heart nearly stopped as she listened to Rossi tell her that Roberta planned on killing herself along with Everett. "Spence! Stop!"
Before she could even move from her spot, the mansion exploded. She turned her back and shielded herself from the debris flying everywhere. She dropped her phone and took off running to Spencer who was lying on the ground.
"Spence, can you hear me?" she said as she knelt down next to him in the dirt.
His eyes were squinted, and he looked around confused. His hair ruffled and blowing in the wind. His clothes covered in dirt and pieces of the building.
"Don't move, just stay still," she said as she looked for help.
He sat up more and brushed at his clothes and vest. She could tell that he wasn't hearing her when she spoke. She stood up and waved for an EMT who ran over to her.
"Sir, can you hear me. Please stay still," the woman said.
Spencer disobeyed and stood up.
"Spence, stop! Let her look at you," J.J. pleaded.
"Fine. I'm fine," he mumbled as he slowly started walking away from the burning building.
"Agent, I can't look him over if he doesn't stand still," the EMT said.
"Give him a minute, I'll get him," she said as she ran after him.
As she walked with him, she saw her phone on the ground, still connected to Rossi. She bent over and picked up the phone.
"Rossi?"
"J.J. thank God! What happened? We're on our way!" Rossi said.
"You were right. She must've had a bomb with her or something. She blew up the house," she said as her adrenaline began to wear off.
"Is Reid alright?"
"I don't know. I think so. I don't see any visible injuries, but he won't let medical look at him," she replied as Spencer reached their SUV and climbed inside.
She stood next to him, watching as he angrily ripped the vest off and threw it in the backseat.
"Any casualties?" Rossi asked.
J.J. turned back to the mansion, putting her hand over her eyebrow to shield her eyes from the sunlight. She watched as sheets were tossed over one of the SWAT officers.
"At least one," she sighed, knowing the pain this was going to cause Spencer.
"We should be there in 15 minutes," Rossi said before hanging up.
J.J. looked back to Spencer who was leaning over, face buried in his hands. She could feel the distress seeping from him. She slowly walked closer to him and gently placed her hand on his back.
"How many?" he muttered wetly.
J.J. didn't want to tell him, but she knew he'd find out anyway.
"One currently," she said as she rubbed her hand soothingly along his back. "Spence, please let medical take a look at you."
"I'm fine," he said.
"Just to be safe –"
"I said I'm fine," he snapped, then took a deep, ragged breath and sighed. "Go help the others."
She wanted to protest further, but decided it was best to let him be for now. She'd text Emily and have her order him to get checked out.
(xxxxx)
Spencer knew it hurt J.J. that he was shutting her out. When she left a space for him on the plane, he walked past her to the furthest corner and curled into it. She glanced back at him with hurt in her eyes, but he turned his back on her and stared out the window.
He had given the order, without permission, that killed 6 SWAT officers. There would be 6 families getting a call tonight that their loved one wasn't coming home, and it was his fault. He knew Emily would defend his decision, but he broke protocol and ordered the breach on his own.
But it was the right thing to do. What happened was wrong. It shouldn't have happened that way. He was right about the profile. Roberta wouldn't kill herself and she wouldn't kill her son. It didn't make any sense. He felt like he was going crazy and this stupid headache wasn't helping any.
Emily ordered him to get checked over by medical. They saw no signs of a concussion or any external injuries but wanted to take him to the hospital overnight to be safe. He, of course, refused. He had a headache and probably a case of tinnitus, nothing he couldn't take care of on his own. Everyone seemed to be disappointed in his decision, but they'd all been in his shoes and knew he just wanted to go home.
When the jet landed, he gathered his things and slowly walked toward his car. J.J. followed closely behind. He could feel her itching to talk to him, but he appreciated that she remained silent.
"So, you want to stay at my place tonight?" she asked softly when he reached his car.
"I just want to go home," he replied.
"Ok, I want to get a few things from my house, but I'll head over –"
Spencer shook his head gently.
"No, I just want to be alone," he said staring at the car door handle.
"Oh," J.J. said hurt, but not surprised.
"I'm sorry. It's not you. I just need to be alone. It's how I process everything. I'll call you tomorrow," he said before leaning in to give her a chaste kiss on her cheek.
"Ok," she said as she watched him climb into the front seat. "I love you."
"You too," he muttered before shutting his door and driving off.
It felt like forever before he finally pulled up to his apartment. He felt nauseous by the time he reached his front door. His head pounding like the headaches he used to get years ago. He unlocked his door, stepped inside, and dropped his bag to the floor.
"I still don't get it. It doesn't make sense," he sighed as he placed his fingers on the bridge of his nose. "Roberta wouldn't do that."
Then something hit him. What if Lynch somehow got the upper hand? He had an escape route and he was the one who blew up the house? Which meant he was still alive. He had to tell Emily. As he turned to get his phone, his vision blurred.
The edges going black as the room began to spin. He tried to steady himself on the table nearby, but he lost his balance and slammed into the floor, losing consciousness.
