A/N - So, at this point we have probably established that I suck so bad at both keeping my promises to upload and being a writer. Since I last uploaded so much has been going on in my life, and it's truly been an amazing year, but unfortunately there have been some bad bits of late, I'm getting there though:) I hope that everyone reading this is having an amazing year, and if you need any help feel free to message me, I'm on here when I can be so I may take a while to reply. Although this has been primarily written for a very special Norwegian someone, I would like to dedicate this chapter to somebody who inspired me to write this, I don't know if he wants me to put his name on the interwebs, but he probably knows if he's reading this. Anyway, off to the magical land of Jemily's date. ~ R.
"That's so stupid" Emily exclaimed, banging her fist on the Host's desk with enough force to shake the chandelier dangling precariously above the diner's heads.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but we don't have any tables free for another 3 hours." The young man replied somewhat nervously, his hands clamming as he straightened his crooked black tie.
"But I reserved a table this morning." Emily replied, waving her hands in a wild backwards gesture, to indicate how annoyed she was, in a rather patronizing fashion."I booked this morning, I know I did." The brunette became suddenly aware of how childish she was acting, and straightened up before addressing the boy again. "I suppose it must have been a clerical error, no harm done. Thank you for your help." The host nodded, as Emily turned to face her girlfriend and led the blonde out of the door. "I'm so sorry, Jennifer, I know I booked that reservation. I swear to you I did." She said somewhat disheartened, her face tilted towards the ground and her shoulders slumped, as if she was a toddler being caught with her hand in the cookie jar. JJ noticed how out of character this was for her girlfriend, and felt a small smirk spread across her face.
"Hey," The blonde whispered gently, putting her fingers underneath Emily's chin and bringing it up so the other woman's face was almost meeting her own. "Baby, you don't have to be so hard on yourself, it's not your fault." JJ brought Emily's lips to her own, and found unexpected difficulty breaking the light contact when the time came.
"It isn't?" Emily asked, her eyes softening considerably. JJ took a second to appreciate the vulnerability in her girlfriend's face, recognizing how open the usually solemn woman was with her, and reveling in the knowledge of how comfortable the two now were with each other.
"Of course not, silly! Don't be so hard on yourself."
"I know deep down that it isn't my fault, I just really wanted tonight to be the perfect night" Emily replied, looking into JJ's eyes, she grasped at her breath and slowly slid her hand into her girlfriend's never breaking the eye contact; afraid that if she wasn't some how tethered to the other woman, then she would be lost in those beautiful blue orbs for all of eternity.
"Em. any night spent with you has been, and will be, the perfect night. I love you with all my heart, please don't be so hard on yourself, cheer up, Gorgeous." JJ paused for a few seconds, giving her girlfriend a sincere, reassuring look, before she smiled playfully, "I know a much better eatery within 5 minutes of here anyway, if you would care to join me." JJ extended a hand, which her girlfriend gratefully took, and led the brunette to her car. "I really do love you with all my heart, you know." She whispered, almost to herself.
"I know." Came her reply, and she felt her hand being lifted to Emily's warm, soft lips before the contact was broken and they had gone to their respective sides of the vehicle.
Emily really was rather confused when JJ had pulled up outside a seemingly deserted bakery, which had a large black sign with the words 'Chicken Pie' emblazoned across it, she had been under the impression that they would be going to a restaurant not, well not whatever this place was meant to be. Inside the pie shop, Emily had to admit that she felt quite out of place in her formal evening-wear. The floor of the bakery, Emily imagined was once some kind of lino, but now resembled more of a scuffed rubber mat beneath her feet. The furnishings left a lot to be desired: a mix-match of plastic and metal chairs strewn in a seemingly random fashion around tables, with some wooden benches and booths along the far wall. Above their heads were some basic light fixings, a few of which would be much more appropriately described as light bulbs hanging precariously from their wires. As Emily's eyes moved around the room she noticed that there was nobody else present, except for the very beautiful, and particularly distracting woman opposite her. Her gaze shifted to the serving desk, hoping to catch the eye of some kind of attendant, but to no avail. She began to wonder whether JJ had brought her here to execute some kind of meticulously planned BDSM fantasy, but shook the image of JJ in spandex from her brain before she got herself too flustered.
"Wow, Jennifer, this really is... Some place. I must admit, it's quite different to what I was expecting when you said that you knew a much better eatery. How did you find this place?" She asked politely, not wanting to openly insult JJ's choice in venue for their date, and aware that the blonde woman seemed quite at home in her surroundings.
"I met the owner when I was at college, and I was never able to shake her off ever since. I'll call her over actually, are you ready to order?" JJ's final question slightly confused her girlfriend, as Emily had not yet been presented with a menu. "Elise, where are you? CONSUELA?" JJ yelled, not moving from her seat or breaking eye contact with Emily for a millisecond. Soon enough, a brunette woman appeared, as if from nowhere, and strode confidently towards their table.
"What's up, Homeslice?" The woman asked cheerfully, her English accent clear and warm, "Is this the Emily I've heard so much about?" She continued, pushing JJ playfully, as if to tease her for a school girl crush.
"Yes, this is Emily, but how would you know that? I haven't heard from any of you in months." JJ puzzled, looking up at the owner, who was now almost standing over her. She was greeted by a serious look from Elise.
"That's because nobody likes you, Jareau." She said, pausing and nodding solemnly for a few seconds before bursting into very loud laughter. The young British woman turned to Emily "Hi, I'm Elise, sometimes people call me Consuela because they're under the impression that I'm their maid." Elise said, extending a hand to Emily, but throwing JJ a dirty look. "Wow, JJ must really like you if she brought you here, I haven't met any of her infamous lady friends, unless I include myself, of course" Emily felt the smile slowly fade from herself as a sea of jealousy washed over her, she realized that her internal panic must have been visible when she felt JJ's hand atop her own, soothing the brunette immensely.
"Em, she's joking. She's as straight as a post, and even if she wasn't, I would never go for her in a million years, she's not exactly my type." JJ reassured her girlfriend, who calmed down quickly, but raised an eyebrow at Elise, who had turned and began to walk away.
"Whatever, Jayje, You know you want me." She shouted as she walked through a beaded doorway into what must have been the kitchen.
"And what type would that be, Agent Jareau?" Emily asked with a smirk, leaning over the table slightly to plant a light kiss on her girlfriend's lips.
"Oh, I don't know." JJ paused to think for a second before smiling into another, deeper kiss with Emily "Maybe wealthy, bad-ass brunettes who wear lopsided belt buckles and work for the FBI. You wouldn't happen to know anybody like that, would you?" JJ asked innocently, taking her girlfriend's hand in her own once more.
"No, but I'll have a look around for you." Emily smirked in response, her eyes roaming her girlfriend's body, thoughts of dark, wicked things that she would like to do tonight ravaging her mind. Luckily, she could not fall too deep into the abyss of her very physical attraction to JJ, as she was pulled from her thoughts by Elise, who placed two chicken pies onto the table with a light thud.
"Chicken pies, Bitches." Was her only addition to the conversation, before she spun on her heels and turned back towards the doorway. After a few seconds of absence, she poked her head back through the doorway. "Although I am officially only a Chicken Pie vendor, you can have mate's rates, which is British for 'have some water from the tap if you want, just don't tell the health inspector'." And with that, she was gone again.
"Boy, your friends really are colourful." Emily paused for a second before smiling back at JJ "Has she met Garcia? They would be terrifyingly fantastic together." She chuckled, before digging into her pie, opposite her beautiful girlfriend, on what was the perfect night.