When the movie was finished the two women sat facing each other in total silence, lust overwhelming both of their abilities to speak. JJ was lost in thought, trying to convince herself to work up the courage to say something, and Emily had long since fallen into JJ's eyes.

"So..." Emily started, unable to complete a full sentence,

"So..." JJ repeated, nodding her head in agreement,

"How's Will?" Emily asked, prompting JJ to blush, embarrassed that her friend still didn't know that her relationship with the completely fictional Will LaMontague was in fact bogus.

"He's... He's... I don't want to talk about men." JJ answered, adjusting her tone and stressing the word 'Men' to make it sound like the opposite gender was the enemy.

"Well, what do you want to talk about then?" Emily asked. An eager grin spread across JJ's face.

"You never did tell me that secret." She said, leaning closer to Emily and fluttering her eyelashes sweetly.

"Neither did you, Miss 'Open Book.' And anyway, that was months ago,"

"So what? I still remember you distinctly said you were going to tell me a secret and you never did."

"That's a lie and you know it! I never said I would tell you a secret, you on the other hand, are totally not an open book, so pay up, Missy." Emily demanded, far from angry, in a rather flirtatious manner.

"Fine! I lied about that, but I can't tell you my secret yet." JJ said matter-of-a-factly

"Why?" Emily pouted, crossing her arms. JJ leant back and a seductive smile covered her face.

"Because, it's a surprise." She answered simply, Ending the conversation.

A few hours later, and Emily had drunk a full bottle of wine by herself; JJ was supposed to be driving home so she had to stay sober. Emily wasn't an angry drunk, she just got really giggly and blurted things out, which was not in character for her at all, but JJ liked it, it was hilarious to see the normally straight-faced brunette laughing her head off and doing ridiculous impressions of their colleagues.

"Psst... Jenny." Emily whispered, giggling to herself quietly.

"Yes, Em?" JJ replied, she loved it when Emily called her Jenny, it was so cute, Emily was making it so hard for JJ to forget the feelings she had for her.

"Who am I?" Emily asked, standing up, puffing out her chest and walking around, presumably doing a very offensive impression of Derek Morgan.

"Morgan." JJ answered, earning applause from Emily. "I think you're a bit drunk, Em." She stated.

"I am NOT drunk." Emily pleaded, sitting back down on the couch.

"You are." JJ replied.

"No."

"Yes."

"NO!"

"Prove it." JJ proposed.

"Fine." Emily answered. She stood up, in an attempt to prove she was sober by walking in a straight line, but ended up falling over twice.

"Told you." JJ stated, folding her arms.

"Hush your lips, I think it's you that's drunk, and you're just trying to pass the buck to me." Emily retorted, standing before JJ and crossing her arms.

"I haven't drunk anything." JJ reminded her, raising an eyebrow. A chill pulse through Emily's body.

"Don't do that." Emily said.

"Do what?" JJ asked.

"That thing."

"What thing?"

"That sexy thing you do with your eyebrow when I'm being weird." Emily stated, throwing her arms down by her sides. JJ shivered, sure she hadn't just heard her crush call her sexy.

"Um, okay. I'll try not to." She answered hesitantly.

"Very good." Emily said, nodding her head in contentment, and sitting down on the coffee table opposite JJ. JJ searched her mind for a way to change the subject, scared that she was about to blurt out her feelings for Emily, she couldn't find one. JJ looked at the clock,

"I'd better head home, it's getting late." She said, ready to commence her plan.

"No. Stay over." Emily pouted, surprising JJ because the brunette had been so cold around her for the last few months, especially when it came to sharing rooms with one another.

"Okay, sure why not." JJ replied after a few moments hesitation. "I've got my Go Bags in the car, I can go and get them. I'll be right back."

"No." Emily answered, feeling like JJ leaving, if even for a second, would cause her terrible pain. "Don't go, you can borrow something of mine." JJ's plan had been truly foiled.

"Okay, I guess." JJ said, not really sure how to react.

"Good," Emily responded, grinning wildly. "I'm going to put my PJ's on," She stated, grabbing JJ's hand and pulling her towards the bedroom.

"I guess I am too." JJ said.

JJ changed rather quickly and went back to Emily's bedroom.

"Do you need help getting into bed." JJ asked, as Emily was on the floor, semi-conscious from the booze.

"No, I don't." Emily said, standing up.

"Ok, well, goodnight." JJ said, leaving to sleep in the guest room. Emily grabbed her arm and pulled her into bed.

"Where you going?" Emily asked, tilting her head like it was weird for JJ to assume they were sleeping in different rooms.

"Um... no-where. It doesn't matter." JJ answered. "How am I supposed to spend the entire night in bed with a woman who looks like that? At least she's drunk, I would never treat her that way, but if she was sober..." JJ licked her lips. "What can I say?" she thought. JJ pulled Emily into a hug and draped her arms over the brunette. "Goodnight." She said, and kissed Emily's forehead softly.