Emily Prentiss was new to being a professor. She'd taken a time out on her illustrious career as an Interpol agent to reconsider her options. After her last undercover assignment, she needed a break and when her chief recommended her for a position with the psychology faculty at Georgetown, she jumped at the chance to be back in the place she called home.
At the young age of 25, Emily had accomplished a lot in her life, and had no desire to stop now. The criminal psychology and behavioural sciences course at Georgetown were one of the finest the country had to offer, only the best of the best was offered places, and that excited her. She was teaching future doctors, profilers and criminologists after all. Emily was a single woman, free of her own will to do as she pleased, much to her mother's disgust. When she broke the news that she was moving home to begin a career in teaching, her mother scoffed down the phone before rolling off a series of reasons why she should've listened to her and gone into politics like she had. Emily rolled her eyes at the older woman's ranting; it wasn't dissimilar to the lecture she had gotten about her sexuality.
She had come out when she was 15, after a summer in Italy without her mother watching over her, she had gone above and beyond in experimenting with that side of life. She knew when she was a child that boys were never cute to her, and when she befriended a stunning young Italian girl in the café down the road from her residence, she took her chance. Emily Prentiss was renowned for being a womaniser, she was confident, gorgeous and had an air of mysteriousness to her and women loved that.
When she arrived the day before at Georgetown, she had been introduced to the other professors teaching classes for the criminal psychology degree. Aaron Hotchner was her kinda guy, he was quiet and reserved, but she knew that he could be her confidant if she needed him to be. As an agent she had met David Rossi several times, getting along well with the older gentleman and finding commonalities with the Italian. Then there was Dr Blake, a professor in forensic linguistics, she was a former member of the BAU, but turned her hand to teaching when shit hit the fan with a high-profile case. She was looking forward to getting to know her colleagues, Rossi had invited them all out for drinks one weekend so they could welcome Emily to their little team.
"Good morning guys, I'm Professor Prentiss, but you can call me Emily. I'll be teaching your psychology and behavioural studies class this year. We are going to begin module 1 today – psychological theories of crime. If you'll all get your textbooks out, we can start." Emily smiled brightly at the full room in front of her.
"So, we start off by asking the questions everyone in the criminal psychology field wants to know. Why do individuals commit crimes and why is crime present in society? There are three major theories when it comes to answering these questions. Can anyone tell me what they are?" She asked, glancing around the room to see if anyone would answer.
"Psychodynamic, the notion that an individual's early childhood experience influences his or her likelihood for committing future crimes." some guy piped up in the front row.
"Yes, that's good. Anyone else?" she looked around again.
"Behavioural, the notion that people alter or change their behaviour according to the reactions this behaviour elicits in other people." a girl spoke this time.
"Okay, and the last one?" her eyes went to the back row.
"Um, cognitive theory?" JJ spoke nervously.
"Yes, can you elaborate?" Emily asked politely.
"It suggests that an individual's perception and how it's manifested affect his or her potential to commit crime. It focuses on the mental processes of individuals and attempting to understand how criminal offenders perceive and mentally represent the world around them." JJ's voice was quiet, but she saw the brunette nodding in agreement.
"Brilliant, thank you Miss..." she looked up at the blonde.
"Jareau. Jennifer." she offered a nervous smile.
"Thank you, Jennifer." the professor turned to continue her lecture.
"Dude what the fuck?! How did you know that?" Derek whispered to her.
"I read a lot about theories of crime this summer. I can lend you the book if you want." she suggested, eyes not leaving the stunning brunette at the front of the room.
Derek shook his head in disbelief, returning his attention to the class.
"JJ, you totally have the hots for your professor! I say go for it if you ever get the chance, there is no way you could ever turn down a night with a woman that stunning!" Penelope declared, earning a groan from the blonde.
"Pen, I can't go there, she is my teacher! Yes, she is absolutely gorgeous and her voice- UH! No, I can't, no fraternising with professors okay." JJ held her hands up to her face, no one had ever gotten to her like this, and she had barely spoken to the brunette professor.
"JJ, there is no fraternisation policy at this place which means you can get your rocks off with whoever you want! I mean I'd totally go there with the guy teaching my computer engineering class, Myers is super fine." She waved a hand in front of her face.
"You are impossible, stop making it sound like such a good idea! Besides, even if I could go there, she's probably straight anyway. And if by some miracle that she was into women, why would she even give me a chance?!"
"Oh, sweetcheeks. You are hot, you could definitely pull that goddess if you wanted too, and she'd be a fool for not giving you a chance. Just see what kinda vibe you get from her next time you're in her presence, you never know." Penelope winked at JJ.
JJ had wondered if it was a good idea to tell Penelope the hot professor Prentiss, feeling flustered and a little weak in the knees after walking out of the lecture. The young blonde had told her friend all about it during their lunch trip, not able to stop gushing about the gorgeous brunette who would be teaching her this year. She had managed to tempt the bubbly blonde into joining her and Derek at this frat party that evening, declaring that they start their new lease on life right and make some more friends.
By 7pm, she was dressed in a fitted grey shirt, black skinny jeans and a pair of black heels, ready for their night out. She had managed to sneak in a bottle of vodka to their dorm room, allowing her and Penelope to have a few warmup shots before they left. Penelope went all out, wearing a black and red pinup dress and some tall black wedges, her makeup applied flawlessly, and they left, trying not to stumble in their shoes as they made their way down the road to the frat house. JJ had text Derek to let him know they were on their way, requesting he meet them out the front, so they didn't have any awkward encounters.
"Hey beautiful ladies!" Derek shouted, perched on the step to the front porch.
"Hey stud! This is my friend Penelope. Pen this is Stud Muffin Derek Morgan." She waved a hand up and down in introduction to the tall young man.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Penelope. You are looking mighty fine this evening I must say." He smirked as he raked his eyes over the bubbly blonde's form.
"You were right Jayje, he's eye candy alright. Let's get our drink on guys!" she returned the favouring look back to Derek, making him chuckle and allowed herself to be dragged up the remaining steps and into the big house.
The atmosphere was lively, the house was full of people dancing and playing drinking games and even some dude doing a keg stand in the kitchen. JJ made herself busy making the trio a round of drinks, slipping the hipflask of vodka out of Pens purse when she returned to dose her Coke and doing the same for Penelope's.
An hour had passed them by quickly, making conversation with a few random guys they had met whilst Derek was playing beer pong, JJ getting distracted by the copious amounts of young women dressed in rather skimpy clothing walk past them. She had eyed up a beautiful redhead in the corner of the room, who was very clearly interested in the blonde herself. JJ had told herself she'd be allowed to have fun openly for once, having to hide her sexuality a fair amount when she lived back home. Shouting over the music, she told her blonde friend she was going to get another drink and she'd be back soon. She waltzed over to the corner in which the other young woman was standing, deciding to take her chance.
"Hi, I'm JJ." she smiled warmly at the redhead.
"Nice to meet you JJ, I'm Maya." Maya returned the welcoming smile, eye's flitting down the blonde's body before meeting her sharp blue eyes once again.
Maya was not typically the kind of woman JJ was interested in, she preferred dark and mysterious, and the redhead was the complete opposite. A beautiful young woman, nonetheless, she was incredibly feminine, and her striking green eyes caught her attention immediately. She wore a tight forest green dress, showing off her collarbones and giving a clear view of her cleavage to anyone that even glanced at her. This told JJ that the redhead was clearly looking to draw some attention, and by the way she was blushing as her eyes looked her up and down, she was attracted to the blonde in front of her.
"Can I get you a drink? I was just going to get a fresh one and I felt compelled to come and introduce myself." JJ gestured to the red cup in her hand.
"Sure, thanks!"
JJ walked over to the island in the kitchen, refilling her cup and Maya's before making her way back to the corner and handing the redhead her fresh drink.
"So, what brings you to a frat party on a Monday night?" Maya laughed, trying to ease an awkwardness between the two of them.
"Derek managed to convince me to come. I wasn't going to at first, but I'm glad I did now." she took the chance to run her eyes up and down the redhead's body before she continued. "What's a beautiful woman like you doing here alone?" she asked confidently.
"My friend told me to come, but she is yet to show up. It wouldn't surprise me if she's gone off to fuck some guy instead." Maya rolled her eyes jokingly, earning a laugh from JJ.
"Well, I'd be happy to keep you company until she arrives." JJ winked at Maya, watching her attempt to hide the deep pink blush that had covered her cheeks as she looked down at the cup in her hand.
"Listen, I'm not usually this forward, but do you maybe want to get out of here? I can almost guarantee my friend isn't going to turn up now, and I'd much rather go and have fun elsewhere." Maya suggested, her eyes turning a darker shade of green as a sinful look fell across her face.
"Sure, let me just tell my friends I'm leaving, and we can go." JJ smiled and moved away to the crowd her friends were in.
JJ awoke the next morning, to find herself stark naked, her bedsheets half hanging onto the curve of her hip and half off the edge of the bed. Maya had already left, for which she was thankful, she hated the awkwardness that followed a one-night stand. She glanced over to see Penelope sat up in her bed on her laptop, almost falling out the bed at the realisation that her friend will have seen her naked.
"JJ, it's nothing I haven't seen before." Penelope paused, long enough to make JJ think she was uncomfortable. "Nice tits." she winked at JJ, making them both burst out laughing.
"Cheers Pen, I don't remember anything after we passed out. I don't even have a hangover!" JJ smiled brightly, finally pulling the covers around her tightly so she could settle back on her bed properly.
"Lucky for some, my head is throbbing. I wanted to thank you for introducing me to Derek, he is hot as hell Jayje! We hit it off so well, I think we are going to be a good little friend group! You left before he had a chance to introduce you to his friend Spencer by the way, such a cutie pie. He's 16 and already in college, the kids a genius! I do believe he's in your classes, he's getting his BA in psychology before doing a PhD next year." Penelope babbled happily, making JJ smile warmly.
"I'll have to get Derek to point him out to me today so I can say hello. I've got Prentiss again today." She smiled to herself, looking forward to seeing the stunning brunette again.
"Didn't she say you could call her Emily?" Pen smirked at her friend, "After the lady lovin' you got last night, you should be fine for a couple days at least!" she joked.
"She did, but I feel like I don't know her well enough to call her by her first name. I'm sure Derek will have plenty to say about it today!" JJ wanted to bury her face in her hands in embarrassment but instead busied herself getting ready to leave for her class.
"What, you gonna start calling her Emily when her head is buried between your legs instead then?"
"Jesus Pen, are you trying to give me a heart attack!" JJ's eyes were wide with shock at the remark, images of the aforementioned flooding her brain. She heard Penelope laughing at her expression, waving her off as she grabbed her coffee cup and bag and left the room.
She quickly made her way over to the building her class was in, nearly running down the hallway and into the doorway of the room. She wasn't expecting any other students to be in the room, she was still early, so when she walked in and sensed a presence, it startled her. She almost dropped her flask of coffee when she heard a surprised yelp come from the corner of the room.
"Jesus, you scared me! I wasn't expecting anyone to turn up yet." Emily let out a small sigh of relief when she saw the familiar blonde stood in front of her.
JJ froze on the spot, not knowing how to respond to the stunning brunette.
"Jennifer, right? Sorry if I startled you. I like to get here early to set up, I guess you had the same idea." She offered an apologizing smile.
"Uh, my friends call me JJ. I'm sorry I scared you Professor, I was rushing and didn't even think to check to see if anyone else was here." JJ let out a nervous laugh.
"I like Jennifer, if you don't mind." Emily looked over at the blonde for approval, on seeing JJ nod she continued. "It's nice seeing students so eager to learn, and please call me Emily. Professor makes me feel so old and I'm only 25." she joked, earning a smile from JJ.
"Okay, Emily. Why did you decide to become a professor when you're so young?" JJ questioned the brunette in front of her, the desk giving just enough distance between the two of them for her to feel slightly on edge and yet strangely comfortable.
"I was an agent with Interpol, some shit went down, and I needed a change. I'll go back to profiling, but it gave me a good excuse to take a break and do something different. What made you want to study psychology?"
"Well, people like you, I guess. I remember reading David Rossi's first book and not being able to put it down. I found everything so fascinating, so when I did a little more research into criminal profiling and psychology, I knew it was the career for me. I've always wanted to end up doing something that ultimately helped people but also continue learning whilst I did it. It seems like the best option really." JJ explained herself carefully, not wanting to sound like she was aiming too high.
"David Rossi is an inspiration for a lot of people. He's a good friend of mine, and his intention with those books is to inspire more people like you Jennifer. I am impressed to hear you've researched it off your own back, it shows your willing to learn. I can definitely see you being a part of the BAU later in your career, you have that special thing they look for in profilers." Emily had a beautiful bright smile on her face, she was clearly passionate about her work.
"And what might that be?" JJ raised an eyebrow in question, not understanding what the brunette meant by her last comment.
Emily walked around the desk, so she was stood inches away from the young blonde and placed a hand on her upper arm. JJ flinched at the touch, feeling electricity shoot through her body.
"You don't want to do it because of the criminals, but for the victims. You're a compassionate and empathetic person, it tells me that you may have had an experience in your life in which you wished you could've helped more. And you've got that fire in your eyes, when the times comes, I think you would excel as a profiler." Emily smiled warmly, getting lost in ocean blue eyes.
JJ didn't know how to respond. The brunette's warm hand on her arm made her feel things she had never felt before, but the way she spoke so assuredly was comforting to the blonde. She had never had anyone be so supportive of her career choice, her own mother even displayed her displeasure when JJ had explained it. All she could do was smile; she was entranced by Emily's beautiful dark brown eyes.
Laughter from the hallway broke their attention on one another, Emily withdrawing her hand back to her side.
"Listen Jennifer. I'm doing one-to-one sessions for my 3rd year class, but I do have some free time during the week, and I'd like to extend the offer to you. You show great potential and if my inside knowledge can further your interest and education then I'd love to help you in any way I can. How does Thursday at 3pm sound?" Emily was intrigued by the blonde and found herself wanting to spend more time getting to know her, even if she did feel slightly unprofessional by the way the young woman made her feel. She would do anything to make her students happy and to see them succeed, especially JJ.
"Are you sure Emily? I finish at 1 so that's perfect. Thank you for the opportunity, it really means a lot to me to have someone invested in my future besides myself." JJ thought she could hug Emily right then and there, she was grateful.
"You're most welcome Jennifer, it's a pleasure really. Now I need to get this PowerPoint set up, why don't you go and get yourself comfortable whilst we wait for the rest of the guys to get here."
"Sure thing, I'm excited for the lesson." She shuffled on her feet before turning to walk to the back row and take her place. She watched the brunette move around the room, how she dressed so elegantly, how did a woman this beautiful exist in her world.
20 minutes later, the room was full of students silently listening to the professor talk. Emily truly was a natural, grasping the attention of every single one of them as she spoke.
"Today we will be looking at sexual psychology. In my experience, there is almost always a sexual component to a crime. We know that men and women experience sexual arousal very differently, not only physiologically but psychologically. There are several studies that are currently researching arousal using an array of new and refined methods. Those methods are making it possible for researchers to understand the causes of real-world issues, such a sexual dysfunction and high-risk sexual behaviour." Emily peered around the room in search of any confused faces before continuing.
"Human sexuality has many aspects. These all relate to the bond between individuals, which may be expressed through profound feelings or emotions. A person's physical appearance has a critical impact on their sexual attractiveness. How they look, how they sound and how they smell are the three big factors in this instance." Emily glanced up at JJ at this point, seeing the blonde watching her intently with glistening blue eyes. She was clearly very interested in this topic in general.
"Attraction is an unintelligible thing, there's just no telling what brings you close to one person over another or what makes you realise you can't stop thinking about them. Sexual attraction is a personal experience, it varies from person to person. For me, it's a warm and tingly feeling, like you're experiencing something enjoyable and exciting. Some get nervous, experiencing sweaty palms and elevated breathing. Others describe it as a knot in their stomach, maybe even a cloudy feeling in their head." She continued discussing, at which point JJ had lost her train of thought. She wondered how it was possible that the gorgeous brunette made her feel all of those things. Derek glanced over at JJ, seeing the blonde had her elbows on the table, cradling her chin in her hands and staring at their professor.
"You feeling all warm and tingling inside Jay?" he whispered, suppressing a chuckle at the expression on the blonde's face.
JJ snapped her head to the side at the comment, "Excuse me?" she shot back at him.
"You look like you're about to start drooling. You couldn't make your attraction towards her any more obvious if you tried." he spoke in a soft yet teasing tone.
"Dude, you look at Penelope the same way. You haven't got a leg to stand on my friend."
"At least I can admit it. I'm surprised you're not blushing bright red with her talking about sex. I know you'd love to get a piece of that." he scoffed.
JJ returned her attention back to the lecture, hoping she hadn't missed out on too much information. The professor had now moved onto interpersonal attraction and the theories that were made along with, going into to detail about the complementarity theory – most commonly known as 'opposites attract', JJ thought that was slightly ironic.
Her and Emily couldn't be more different if they tried. The blonde was athletically fit, beautifully tanned and petite in frame. Emily's skin was pale, a contrast to her almost black hair and she had a stunning slim hourglass figure that gave JJ butterflies. The brunette was confident and wasn't afraid to speak her mind whereas JJ tended to be more on the quiet side, keeping many opinions to herself and often felt self-conscious. JJ could also tell that Emily had a wealthy upbringing; the clothes she wore displayed that well, decked out in designer outfits and boutique footwear. JJ didn't come from money; her childhood hadn't been bad, but she didn't have luxury items to show off. She shook her head as she became lost in her thoughts.
"Sexual behaviour and intimate relationships are strongly influenced by a person's sexual orientation. 86.7% of the US population identify as heterosexual, 5.6% identifying as a member of the LGBTQ+ community and the remaining percentage refused to answer." Emily smiled to the room, engaging everyone's attention once again.
"You are all probably wondering why we are discussing sexual attraction and orientation, but you'd be surprised how often it comes into play with criminal psychology and behavioural studies. It's important to understand the basics before we go into the different typologies of criminals. For example, lust murderers are sexually aroused or gratified by the death of a human being. There was a case I was involved in 2 years ago where the unsub was 'correctively' raping lesbian women to try and turn them or to enforce conformity with gender stereotypes. As a member of the LGBTQ+ community myself, I was disgusted with the idea that someone could possibly be capable of doing such evil, but it's more common than you'd think." she sighed finishing her sentence and masking her anger as she recalled the memory.
"Dude, she's gay!" Derek whispered harshly to JJ.
"As is 5.6% of the US population, stud." JJ declared, trying not to look slightly excited by the fact.
"It means you've got a chance blondie." he winked at his friend, watching her roll her eyes in response.
JJ pondered Derek's comment, she knew it were highly inappropriate to consider the idea of sleeping with her professor. But she couldn't help her attraction after all, and she found herself wanting to spend more time with brunette woman, wanting to discover everything there was to know about her. JJ sighed inwardly, what was she going to do...