"Garvez. JJ. We're about to do a conference call with Garcia." Emily said in her deep, but still calming, voice. "Hmm?" Garvez asked, quietly looking up from this copy of "How To Kill A Mockingbird." "We're about to get on a conference call with your future bride, Garvez." Emily smiled subtly. "Okay, so does everybody know?" He said, a mixture of annoyed and happy at the same time. "I even told Morgan." Reid smiled innocently. Garvez suddenly looked nervous. "What is it Garvez? You scared Derek Morgan's going to come and kick to your ass when he finds out you asked his babygirl on a date?" JJ asked. Luke mumbled under his breath, and crossed his arms looking frustrated. "He's married. With a child." JJ looked down. Suddenly, her predicament just got a whole lot bigger. Suddenly? She was Derek Morgan. But the only difference was, she had actually considered being with her Garcia.
"What do we know about the UnSub so far?" Emily asked the team of agents, sitting patiently in leather plane seats, with 20 minutes left to go until they land in Illinois. "Well we know that its most likely a male between the ages of 20-35, considering the age and lives of his victims." Reid said. "We also know that the UnSub has an obvious hatred towards women, judging by his disposal of the victims, and the overkill on them." Tara added, rummaging through the case files. "We know that he's killed two single moms,but left their children unharmed." Rossi said, looking at pictures of the crime scenes. "Well that might just be because of the fact that the children weren't present during the time of the murders. Camilla was at a club on the East Side of town and Lisa was on her morning run when she was last seen alive by somebody." JJ said. "That could have just been a coincidence. They were most likely chosen by the UnSub as victims, so he probably stalked them and knew where they were going to be." Lewis cut in. "But what if they were victims of opportunity? It's possible that both women angered or upset the UnSub in some way. Maybe they denied sexual advances?" Alvez questioned. "Not likely. Considering the wounds on the second victims head, she was most likely blitz attacked, probably to stop her from fighting back." Emily said, re-examining pictures of the crime scenes. "Then the UnSub must not have had the physical strength to attack his victims." Rossi said. "But that doesn't explain why the first victim only had wounds on the front of her body. She wasn't blitz attacked." Reid added, rubbing his head. "The first victim was at a club, and the M.E. reports said that she had alcohol in her system, too. She may have not been able to defend herself, and that's probably why the UnSub attacked her at that time." JJ sighed. "Well whatever the UnSubs physical strength might be, it doesn't look like he's slowing down anytime soon so get some rest. We're landing in 10 minutes and heading straight to the police department." Emily said confidently, shutting the case of her tablet and reclining back in her chair, ready to get to work.
The feeling of her feet hitting the ground was something Emily Prentiss missed, despite it only being a short flight to Chicago. Being in Chicago was weird for her. Although she was still friends with Morgan and saw him quite often, it was still weird working on a case in his hometown without him there. She liked the new members of the team, but she would always have a special relationship with her original team.
She didn't have any romantic feelings for him, though. They were best friends. He was the Spencer to her JJ. Penelope was the type of person that everybody was best friends with. But overall, the whole team was like a family. Derek was the first person that she had come out to in the BAU, and the only one since them. She had a crush on JJ when she had first met her, but after Derek informed her that JJ was, well, undoubtedly, and completely straight. She had at least five boyfriends in the time that he had known her, and didn't seem at all interested in being with a woman. But little did he know, JJ had been thinking of being with a woman. The unit chief of the BAU, Emily Prentiss, and she was getting more and more impatient waiting for her to realize this.
While Emily had noticed the glimpse in JJ's eyes that she got while looking at her, the slight shimmer of longing and desire that she got from her deep green eyes was breathtaking.
She felt warm with her. She felt safe. And although they weren't together, and they probably never would be, that doesn't change the fact that those feelings? Those feelings were there. "Prentiss?" The smooth sound of Spencer Reid's voice was all that she heard, covering the sound of coffee sizzling in the bland, beige walls of the Chicago Police Station. "The police cheif wants to talk to you about the case. An official 'Welcome' if you will." Reid smiled at his own witty joke. Emily looked at him, unamused. "Hmfph." Reid looked down sheepishly, trying to hide his obvious embarrassment. "Well anyways, he wants you to meet him in the conference room in five minutes." She smiled slightly before nodding and walking off to meet him.
Walking through the lobby of her hotel in downtown Chicago, Jennifer Jareau was trying to balance her mint decaf coffee in one hand and her keys and bags in the other. Without even realizing it, she suddenly collided with a woman with dark brown, short hair and the most beautiful brown eyes she had ever seen. She had fair skin- but she wasn't pale. She had a glowing luminance about her. She had a tight blazer, that fit just around her body, hugging every curve in a way that accentuated her, flattering the woman's shape. For a moment…. Just a moment…. She forgot that this woman was Emily Prentiss. "JJ! I'm so sorry!" Emily said, looking flustered. JJ smiled at her. "It's okay, Em." But JJ couldn't help but notice that her friend was slowly scanning her body. She tilted her head as if to ask What is it? Emily's eyes shock back up. "It's- It's your blouse." Emily winced. "Oh! Thank you! I got it from Kate Spade last weekend, I was-" JJ started babbling, more than happy to be complimented on her fashion choices. "Oh no, JJ. I meant your blouse is ruined." JJ looked down, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I must have spilled coffee on it when I ran into you. I'm so sorry." Emily started dabbing JJ's ruffled white blouse with the sleeve of her blazer. JJ couldn't help but giggle at this. "What? What Is it? Emily asked, smiling at her friend. "It's nothing. I was just thinking about how when I bought this blouse, I didn't expect it to be covered in coffee." Emily laughed. "Well, if you're all good…. I'm gonna head back to my hotel room and get a goodnight's sleep for tomorrow. I wanna be prepared for whatever we have to deal with." Emily smiled. "Yeah…. Yeah." JJ nodded quickly, trying to hide her disappointment. "Of course." She smiled. "Goodnight, JJ." Emily said skeptically, noticing that something was wrong with JJ. "Goodnight, Emily." JJ smiled slightly. The two parted their separate ways.