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A/n this new chapter follows after "Riding the Lightning." Thank you all for your kind comments. Please enjoy and stay safe. Although we don't see it, I always imagine Reid watching the exchange with Jacob and Hotch in prison and what he'd think about it.
Jennifer Versus JJ
It was strange to return to the horror of winter in DC from the warmth of Florida. The jarring change was a counterpoint to Sara Jean's ultimate price to keep her son safe from his biological heritage. Sara Jean sacrificed herself, and even though it wasn't rational or logical, it was kind.
Reid thought about it as he sat before his chessboard and studied his most recent game. Sara Jean won against the boogeyman and protected her son from the burden of knowing his genetic link to Jacob. It was something mothers did, protect their children no matter the cost.
He made a move on the board, his black knight taking a white bishop. Half an hour later, the game was over. White had beaten black, and he made a mental note to add it to the statistics of his games against himself. So far, the black side had a slight advantage in wins. Reid was about to set up another game when his eyes strayed to an envelope on his desk.
It was light blue, and the paper inside matched. The border of the stationery showed yellow, pink, and white roses. It had a scent that he couldn't place, but he found it very pleasant and soothing. Despite having memorized the contents, Reid kept the letter close as a means to imagine that JJ was there with him.
JJ.
He'd blushed when he'd found her letter in his consults and was ecstatic that Morgan had been too busy to notice. His face had heated once again when he'd read it in his apartment. JJ liked how he looked wearing the scarf!
Reid frowned as he thought about Florida and watching JJ talking to Jacob. He knew it was part of the plan and that nothing would happen to her. Still, watching Jacob smirk, and attempt his bizarre flirtation through the medium of CCTV, had chilled Reid's blood.
He thought about a new cup of coffee, then he reached for his stationery and began to contemplate as he wrote a second letter to JJ.
Dear JJ,
I hope you don't think it's strange that I've decided to write you a second letter. Thank you for responding to my first.
I wanted to tell you that I was highly impressed with how you handled yourself with Jacob yesterday. I think you're a very competent agent.
I like your hair parted on the side, not down the middle. I hope you don't think I'm like Jacob because I like long blond hair. I think you're pretty.
Sincerely yours,
Spencer.
Reid looked over the letter and congratulated himself for not writing four drafts. He wondered if it was too creepy to tell JJ that he liked her hair because of Jacob's tastes in victims. He realized after more thought knew JJ was smart enough to know he didn't mean it like that.
Still, he looked at the letter, then crumpled it up and threw it in the trash. What if JJ did think he was weird?
He went to the trash, smoothed out the paper, and then realized he couldn't send it. JJ would wonder why it was wrinkled and torn.
He removed a fresh sheet of paper from his stack and rewrote the letter without making changes. He folded it, stuffed it into an envelope, addressed it, and put the stamp on. There! It was a done deal, and he couldn't throw it away without wasting postage.
Reid studied at the envelope and thought – if JJ were offended, he wouldn't have long to wait.