"Good luck."
All the wishes are here, tonight. At one of the street side cafes in Paris, in one simple sentence there are all the wishes. I nod and stand up, with the mysterious package under my armpit. It's hard to tell what I'm thinking about when I move forward.
One step, stitches in my mouth, no.
Another step, ways to my hotel, no.
And another step, ultramarine silk scarf of her, yes.
And another step, how good am I by looking from behind, yes.
And another step, how long will I see her again, yes.
There goes countless steps I stick to the one 'how long will I see her again'. But Emily Prentiss, what's the point, give me your best shot to run and cool down, I command myself. I have already commanded myself in this way for countless times.
But I never had a best shot to that. I don't even want to take a shot to that.
At the crossroads I'm waiting for the light changing, and the sudden mild voice makes me jump.
"Don't look back, don't talk, to your place."
I frown but can't help smiling, and reluctantly swallow my 'kidnapper' sarcastic comment down. Albeit the weird action is for my safety, it's a little bit too much. Yet I certainly can't blame her.
Red light, shouldn't she be on the jet now?
Red light, Jennifer Jareau the kidnapper.
Green light, what does she want?
Green light.
Green light.
"Move, baby."
I finally march on with my cheeks burning. The blush is for awkward moments. Not for 'baby'.
When I take out my card to enter the hotel room, I realize I lost her trail since whenever she's not walking right behind me. Too much Jennifer. I shake my head and keep the door yielding a crack. Five minutes later she takes a stride into my room and shut the door immediately, and I sit on a chair with my arms folded across my chest, I see her tilting head in the faint yellow colour of the porch light.
"Waiting for someone?" She asks.
State the obvious, huh.
"A strange lady, yeah." I play with her. Gosh I play with her for years.
"A pretty one?" She takes off her coat, hangs it up, moves towards me.
"Very pretty one yes." Nah, not good, I quit the game. "You aren't just up to my compliments after following me 4 blocks far, are you?"
"Of course not." She bows down, unties her silk scarf and winds it up to my neck, "I missed you, Emily."
Shutting my eyes nervously, I feel like my mind nearly melt down like a block of ice transforms into bear gummy, she doesn't let me quit this game, she usually do, why not tonight, why. Things go to a uncontrollable way.
"I missed you too, how about other people, uhh, Penelope, she good?"
"Good." Her hand still linger on my collar.
"Morgan?"
"Good." Her hand goes under my white overcoat and caresses my shoulder.
"Hotch?"
She stops and lifts her eyebrows, "how many people in BAU we both know?" She asks.
"Uhh, maybe a dozen of people or more?"
"Right, what are you gonna do after you finish your roll call while I still act like this?"
I know she's doing this on purpose, we do flirt sometimes, but flirting means nothing right? My jammed brain continues its work, but when I'm back to reality from meditating I notice that she has already undone my girdle.
"So what are you doing Jennifer?" Now it's me who states the obvious. When I burn like hell.
"I wanna check on your wounds."
For god's sake she had done it for thousands of times in that hospital. And now she seems surprisingly innocent. How dare she.
"...The hell you do." I roll my eyes, "Besides, they're all healed."
"Yeah then you tell me-" she moves closer, straddles on my laps and whispers, "what I'm up to?"
I can't say a word. Then I feel her finger's on my lips.
"I wanna check on your stitches first."
"The hell you-"
She kisses me.
For real, she kisses me.
Against my better judgement I kiss her back. It is because we're in Paris, the free land without boundaries, we're losing self-controls and willing to be nuts. How could I never try it, it would be illegal to own these addictive lips.
But I'm Emily Prentiss, I feel shame when I lose controls.
Stop it.
Stop it.
"Stop it Jen."
I don't want it, I don't want a dangerous game that I get most likely everything to lose. In my hollow life I feel empty a lot, but still don't want accidents to fill it.
"Breaking for the air?"
"Stop it, stop playing. I don't want-" a one-night-stand with you.
"You think I'm playing with you?" she narrows her eyes and tilts head, I sense danger already, "you think that I fly across the world from a classified place to save your ass is that I'm playing, you think that I named a classified mission file I swear to guard with my life by blackbird is that I'm playing, you think that for years I insist to show you my care, directly or suggestively, is that I'm playing. What a fool, Emily Prentiss, what a fool."
My heart bumps in my chest.
"...Jennifer." I call her name.
I have loads of questions to ask, like 'since when', like 'why don't you just tell me from the beginning', like 'do you know I helplessly fall in love with you too but all the time I'm being too fucking terrified', like 'how long can you stay in Paris', like 'should we get married'. Loads of.
"Please, could we discuss it after I show you my wounds on bed entirely?" I ask.
She stares at me, deep into my eyes she must see my apology, see my begging, see my ecstasy.
"Becoming smart suddenly." She kisses my forehead and leads me to the soft bed.