"I'll walk you home"
Emily was drunk. Not the good kind of drunk, where you floated in a warm social haze of delightful lightheadedness. No, she was sad-drunk. Heartbroken-drunk. Never-dating-again-drunk. JJ frowned at the normally put together woman across from her and shared a look of concern with Garcia who had just gotten up to leave for the night. "Take care of our girl," the zaftig hacker whispered to JJ before squeezing her arm in sympathy and leaving the bar.
"Mother was right." Emily slurred acrimoniously, staring at the worn tabletop they sat at. JJ wasn't even sure if she knew Penelope had left. "I'mmuna die alone."
JJ resisted the urge to roll her eyes in disgust even though Emily wasn't looking at her. Of course Elizabeth Prentiss had said something like that. She reached across the table to still Emily's hands from picking at the label on her beer bottle, drawing the brunette's bleary gaze. "You are not going to die alone, Emily."
Emily blinked hard a few times before pulling her hands out from under JJ's. "S'easy for you to say. You got Billiam." She paused when JJ chuckled and corrected herself. "William. What've I got?" she casually tossed her hands in the air on either side of her head and made air quotes. "'The emotional availability of a rock and commitment issues.'" She frowned and dropped her arms. "She was right."
Emily was referring to her now ex-girlfriend, Mika Johnson. Mika had been the only real relationship JJ had ever seen Emily in since they'd known each other. Emily tended to keep sexual conquests sexual and not get into the whole "romance thing." She was like Morgan that way and the two of them bonded frequently about it. JJ had been surprised when Emily continued to go on actual dates with the woman after the initial hookup. To tell the truth, she was a little jealous too. JJ still harboured a crush on Emily that at this point, was so strong, it sometimes physically pained her. She was constantly pushing away the little voice in the back of her mind that said it was more than a crush because it didn't matter. Emily didn't feel that way towards her. JJ felt guilty for the jolt of satisfaction that ran through her when Emily had sent the group chat containing herself, Garcia, and JJ, the text that Mika had dumped her.
"She wasn't right." JJ disagreed, shaking her head. "You're not emotionally unavailable, it just takes a devoted kind of person to get past all your walls." Emily nodded sourly but didn't look like she believed what JJ was saying. "And you're the most committed person I know!" she continued. "You're committed to your job, committed to your friends…it's not your fault that Mika didn't inspire that in you."
Emily nodded again and let out a depressed sigh, only looking up when JJ slid out of the booth. "You're leavin too then, I guess." She said morosely, her body language defeated.
JJ reached across Emily's seat and tugged the brunette's arm until she was standing next to her, swaying slightly. "Come on, I'll walk you home." She announced, grabbing Emily's arm with one hand and slinging it around her shoulder and slipping her other arm around Emily's waist.
They shuffled unsteadily for a few feet until Emily got the hang of how her motor functions worked again and they made their way out of the bar and into the night air. Luckily, they were only a few blocks from Emily's apartment and the older woman was moving mostly under her own power though JJ was loathe to let go to test how stable she was on her own.
They managed to get to Emily's apartment in one piece, JJ steadying her friend against the wall near her door while she pulled out her own key to Emily's apartment and unlocked the door. "I'mmuna hafta get my keys back from Mika." Emily mumbled, dragging her feet as she walked into her apartment and keeping a hand on JJ's shoulder for stability. "An gedder fuggin clothes outta my fuggin closet." She added for good measure, leaning against JJ as she led them over to the couch.
JJ hummed a noise of encouragement, not wanting Emily to think she wasn't listening and went to the bathroom medicine cabinet for a couple tablets of Tylenol. She filled up a large glass of water and presented both items to Emily who stared at them for a moment before comprehending and taking the pills. This was as upset as JJ had ever seen Emily without someone dying before and it made her livid. She wanted to shake some sense into Mika, for Emily's sake. She sat down next to the brunette just as Sergio jumped up on the couch between them.
"Thisis all I need right here." Emily murmured, absentmindedly stroking the cats sleek black fur. "Right, Serg? Jus me, an you, an JJ."
JJ bit her lip to give physical sensation to the bolt of emotional pain that quickly shot through her. Emily didn't mean it the way JJ heard it, and even if she did, she was drunk as hell. "Should we try and get you upstairs to bed?" she said instead of addressing the previous sentiment.
Emily's gaze snapped up like she had forgotten JJ was there and she stared at her curiously for a moment. JJ couldn't read the expression on her face and that unnerved her as she'd become somewhat of an expert on Emily Prentiss' facial expressions. Emily's eyes slipped away from JJ's and she sighed deeply. "Nah. Won't make it." She said, flopping dramatically onto her back and kicking her shoes off.
JJ nodded and patted her friend's leg fondly. "Do you want me to stay?"
Whatever Emily's reply was came out as a long hum as she immediately fell asleep. Smiling affectionately and shaking her head, JJ got up to refill the glass of water and set it on the coffee table before covering Emily with the blanket on the back of the couch.