Can we just pretend that I didn't mess last weeks update? Ok good. I'm just kidding, I am really sorry about that its just that school is getting busy again before finals and then I will be free.

But to make it up to you I wrote an extra long chapter and when I was writing this an hour ago I finally got an idea of how to end the story. So there's a positive for everyone.

I hope everyone enjoys this chapter and thank you so much for all the reviews on last chapter. It wasn't difficult to figure out who was a fan of Emily and who was a fan of JJ, that's for sure. But I loved hearing everyones opinions and you all responded exactly how I wanted you to so that's amazing.

Anyway I'll shut up now so y'all can read.

After Will left Emily's apartment he went to his car and drove home slowly. He felt like he was in a daze and when he got to his house he kissed JJ on the check and said he wasn't hungry before going up to bed.

He took a quick shower and went straight to his bed. He laid there and stared at the ceiling. He had just raped Emily. He hadn't forced anyone to have sex with him before and he had been proud of that but tonight that had changed dramatically.

It hadn't been one thing that had brought it on though, it was Emily going on a date with his best friend, threating to tell JJ about them and constantly egging him on.

He hadn't expected to get so mad so quickly and he certainly didn't expect to react the way he did. Especially towards Emily, someone he had come to care about over the past few months. He was so disgusted with himself yet while he was raping Emily it felt so right, it scared him more than anything.

Will covered his face with his hands and thought about his immediate future. He wouldn't blame Emily if she decided to tell JJ about their relationship, it was the least she could do to him.

He wondered if he should beat her to it and tell JJ himself. He tried to think of a way to come clean to JJ without hurting Emily anymore but failed. He finally decided that if the moment was right he would tell JJ but if not he would leave whatever was to come to him up to Emily. And if he told JJ he wouldn't say he had slept with Emily, he would just make someone up.

Eventually he fell into a restless sleep and by the time JJ came to bed he was unresponsive.

JJ didn't know what to make of Will coming home and going straight to bed. He did look incredibly tired but she had seen him looking worse. After the past few days she had noticed his strange behavior more and more and she was almost certain that he had a mistress or was hiding something. She didn't, however, have any proof and there was still a small part of her that wanted to be wrong.

She looked at his sleeping figure and contemplated what to do. She had work tomorrow so that had to be her main focus no matter how hard that would be.

JJ was so frustrated, nothing made sense and none of the decisions she had to make in the near future were going to be easy.

The next morning Emily had woken up on the couch, her back was sore and she was still exhausted and mostly naked. She slowly climbed the stairs and went into her bathroom. She stood there and looked at the shower, she knew she shouldn't get one especially after she had been raped but she desperately needed one. So without thinking too much about it she got into the shower and washed away Will's fingerprints and DNA from her body.

When she turned off the shower she got out and grabbed a towel. She didn't look in any mirrors as she dried herself off. How could she look at herself? She didn't want to see any marks that Will might have left on her face or neck so she was going to prolong not looking at herself for as long as possible.

That included picking out an outfit and putting it on without looking at it all together and drying her hair in the hall without the aid of a mirror, which proved to be more difficult than she had thought.

She went back downstairs to make some coffee. While she waited for it to brew she looked around the kitchen. Some things were out of place from last night so she kept herself busy with straightening everything out. Her eyes fell on the little card that was still lying on the island. She picked it up and read it before twirling it between her fingers. It had been so sweet and thoughtful when she first discovered it but now, knowing all the trouble it had cost her, she wished she had never gotten it.

The coffee machine beeped and pulled Emily from her thoughts. She threw the card on the island and grabbed her cup of coffee and went back upstairs to put on her makeup.

She paced up and down the hallway, her finger tapping the side of her mug. She needed to get it together, she had to get to work eventually, she was just scared that somehow she would look different because of what happened.

She took a few deep breathes and then finally worked up enough courage to go into the bathroom and look at herself in the mirror.

She examined her reflection carefully, she recognized herself at least. She had a few marks around her neck and chest and she had bags under her eyes, but nothing a little makeup couldn't hide.

She quickly did her makeup when she noticed that if she didn't hurry up she would be late for work. She grabbed her bag and her purse on the way out of her apartment, grabbed her coat and put on a fake smile that she would wear all day.

She got in her car and drove the short distance to the BAU and made it just in time. She cursed herself, this wasn't part of her normal routine and she was sure someone would notice.

When she walked through the glass doors Morgan was at his desk and Reid was returning to his with two cups of coffee.

"Good morning princess." He said in a cheery voice that made Emily want to punch him.

"Hey Morgan, Reid." Emily said dropping her bag on the floor and staring her computer.

Reid looked at his watch and stated. "You're seventeen minutes late."

"Traffic was heavier than I expected." Emily said quickly as she sat down in her chair, hoping that would be enough to satisfy him.

"Seventeen minutes of traffic would be a forty-seven minute drive to work. In the past five years you have never taken that long to get to work, heavy traffic or not." He rambled.

Emily sighed and put her head in her hand. "I'm just running late Reid." She said firmly, getting annoyed quickly. "Why can't you just leave it at that?" She spat out as she got up abruptly and walked back through the glass doors muttering. "Jesus Christ." Before she was out of ear shot.

"Was it something I said?" Reid asked, stunned and taken back by what just happened.

"She would have exploded at some point today for whatever reason, you just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time." Morgan tired to assure Reid but if he was being honest with himself, he had no clue what was going on with Emily.

Emily walked through the halls quickly, running a hand through her hair as she tried to keep it together. She didn't know where to go or what to do anymore all she knew was she wanted to be alone.

JJ was in her office and saw what happened through the window. Although she couldn't hear what they were saying she took note on Emily's explosive behavior and she could see from a mile away that Emily was trying her hardest not to cry.

JJ was no stranger to Emily's ways because they were best friends. She knew pieces about her horrible past and she knew that Emily had lied to Hotch recently about going to her therapist. But there was no way to know for sure if her storming away this morning had anything to do with anything of that nature or if she simply had a bad morning. Plus being Emily's best friend she would never force her to open up about such personal things.

Emily paced up and down the small hallway, biting her nails as she tried to decide if she should knock or not. As if her hand had a life of its own, all of the sudden her hand knocked on the door twice.

"Come in if you're awesome." Garcia said from the other side of the door. When Emily opened the door. "Thank god it's you, if it were Hotch I would've had to tell him to get out." She said when she glanced over and saw it was Emily.

Emily didn't say anything as she sat down in a chair in the small office and put her head in her hands.

When Emily didn't respond Garcia wheeled around and saw her. "Em, is everything alright?" She asked softly.

"My life's a mess." Emily replied finally looking up from her hands.

"I'm listening." Garcia said moving away from her to give her space.

"I can't believe I let my life get like this." Emily said getting up and pacing across the office. "Why do I let bad things happen to me? God I feel like a teenager! I can't seem to get away from it no matter how much I try."

Garcia watched and waited for Emily to open up and wondered if she would even be able to help Emily, she hadn't really before.

"I'm so... I deserve everything I have gotten and will get because I caused this chaos. My choices. All because I'm a stupid, reckless whore who can't control herself." Emily rambled, quickly losing control of her emotions. "God, I'm a tramp. I can't even believe that I would fuck my best friends husband. I'm such a home wrecker, probably the biggest home wrecker that ever lived." Emily stopped pacing and Garcia saw that she had begun crying but was desperately trying to hide it. "I need help. I need fucking Jesus himself. I need a new life, I need to move."

Garcia started to panic at the thought that Emily might actually move away. "Slow down Emily, just for a second. What the heck is going on?"

Emily took a deep breath and returned to her seat. It took a minute of suffocating silence before she spoke. "Will found out that I went on a date with Jason."

"What did he do?" Garcia asked hesitantly, fearing what the answer would be.

"He just yelled a lot." Emily lied.

She didn't want to tell Garcia that he had raped her. She didn't want Garcia to think of her as weak or treat her any different. She wasn't ready to admit it Garcia, she was barely able to admit it to herself.

"He's just trying to control my life and I don't like that. Our relationship was just supposed to be sex and even though I'll be the first to admit that it became a little more than that, last night he was acting like a jealous boyfriend."

"Maybe you should cut it off now." Garcia advised. "You're not happy anymore and you don't seem to be unbelievably attracted to him anymore."

"After last night, I think it's clear that it's over." Emily sighed, wiping some stray tears off her face.

Garcia suspected that she was missing something about what had happened last night but Emily was starting to stop crying so she decided not to push.

"Well I'm happy for you. You're life is going to get a hundred times better, even if it doesn't feel like it right now." Garcia assured.

Emily offered a weak smile. "I sure hope you're right." When she got up to leave she asked one last question. "JJ hasn't asked you about anything, has she?"

"Nope." Garcia replied. "You and Will are crazy good at tiptoeing around."

"That's not something I'm particularly proud of but it is something I'm thankful for. Thank you Garcia."

"Anytime Peaches." Garcia said as her office door closed behind Emily, leaving her alone once again.

Garcia didn't know what Emily was going to do but she sure glad she wasn't Emily.

The rest of the day was uneventful for Emily. She didn't apologize to Reid. Why would she? He was being nosey, like always, and he needed to learn to step back every now and then.

When she was about to leave the office she got a text from Jason.

'I'm waiting outside you're apartment. I want to cook for you, if that's ok?'

Emily smiled, for the first time in over 24 hours and replied. 'That sounds great. I'm about to leave the office, give me twenty minutes.'

She left the office quickly and speeded home. When she walked up the stairs of the apartment building to her floor, Jason was standing there smiling at her.

"Do you ever take the stairs?" He asked amused.

"It's all about staying in shape." Emily replied.

"I think you're lying. I think scary, tough FBI agent is scared of elevators. Besides you're perfect, you don't need to exercise more."

Emily laughed as she walked up to him. "You're sweet." She said as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

"I try." He said before kissing her briefly on the lips. "Can we please go inside your apartment now, I've been out here for an hour."

"Yeah of course." Emily said stepping away from him and unlocking the door. He gestured for her to go in first and he followed after.

"You can go in the kitchen and look around, I'm just going to change out of my work clothes."

"No problem, I'll be in there." Jason said as he disappeared into her kitchen.

Emily raced up the stairs and quickly rid herself of her constricting blouse and dress pants. She changed into some dark wash jeans and put on a deep purple top. She brushed her hair and made sure her makeup still hid the marks on her neck and face.

When she returned downstairs and went into the kitchen to find Jason rummaging around finding pots and pans and already having a few ingredients on the island.

"So what's on the menu tonight?" Emily asked making her presence known.

"I was thinking homemade pizza with garlic bread and a salad along with some red wine." Jason listed off before turning to face her. "Unless you want something else."

Emily shook her head. "No, no that sounds great. Here let me help." She said as she got up and helped Jason find the rest of the ingredients.

Emily was pleasantly surprised at Jason cooking skills. He knew what he as doing.

They started with the pizza crust, making it and then putting it in the oven for it to harden. Then while Emily worked on the salad Jason put butter and a little bit of cheese on the garlic bread.

Emily really enjoyed cooking with Jason. They talked about their day at work and Jason told an embarrassing story about one of his coworkers.

When the pizza crust was cooked Jason took it out of the fridge. He asked from some canned tomato sauce and a list of spices but Emily refused and instead went to the fridge to get a bottle of homemade sauce given to her as a gift for Rossi.

While she put the sauce and some toppings on the pizza Jason got busy with grating up some cheese. They worked well as a team. They didn't bang into each other or drop things on the floor, they moved past each other smoothly and seemed to know what the other was going to do before they did.

"That is going to be some good pizza." Jason said when all the toppings were on it.

"Hopefully it doesn't burn." Emily said opening the oven door so Jason could slide the pizza into it.

"You're such a negative Nancy."

"I am not." Emily said defensively. "I'm practical."

Jason laughed. "What does practical mean? Like a practical pair of shoes or something?"

"Oh never mind." Emily huffed, struggling to keep a smile from escaping. "Just put the timer on while I pick out the wine."

"Will do Agent." Jason mocked as he set the timer on the oven.

"While you're at it get me some glasses from the cabinet too." Emily said not facing him.

"Why don't I wash your car and run your errands while I'm at it?" Jason mocked with a smirk.

"That'd be great, thanks." Emily replied walking back towards the island with the bottle of wine she had chosen.

"That's a nice tasting wine."

"It's the one with the most alcohol in it, I'll need it to get through dinner." She teased.

"Pace yourself darling or you'll miss my endless wit and charm."

"You're such a dork." Emily said as she rounded the island and stood next to Jason to pour the wine into the glasses he had got her.

They were mere inches apart and Emily could feel his body barely touching hers when he exhaled. It was driving her into a frenzy. She put the wine down when she finished pouring and gave Jason a glass.

"Thanks." He said as he took it from her. "Here's to, a lovely evening with a lovely lady."

Emily felt herself blush as they lightly clinked their glasses. "You're sweet." She said almost inaudible.

Jason stepped closer to her so he was almost trapping her between himself and the kitchen island while still leaving her enough room to retreat if she wanted. He placed his hand under her chin and gently lifted up, desperately hoping that he wasn't going to far. He looked into her eyes and saw that they were darting from his eyes to his lips.

He leaned into her and was overjoyed when she met him halfway and pressed her lips against his. The kiss was soft and sweet, like the other two or three they had shared before. But this one lasted longer and Jason put his arm around her waist and pulled her against him.

He thought he heard her moan but he wasn't sure. When she kissed him harder and parted her lips slightly he was a hundred percent sure he was doing all the right things.

Their tongues didn't battle with each other though, it wasn't that type of kiss. It was better, sweeter and more satisfying.

The kiss was heating up and Emily's hands had made their way up from his chest to his shoulder and hair. She ran her hand through his hair, being careful not to pull, and felt herself start to get lost in their kisses.

Jason didn't know how far the kiss would take them and he didn't have the chance to find out either as the timer on the oven rang loudly behind them, signaling that the pizza was done. Startled they pulled away from each other quickly.

Emily bit her lip as Jason let a breathy laugh escape his lips and ran his hand through his hair, fixing it. Emily could feel her heart racing and she wasn't sure if it was from the timer or the kiss, either way she wouldn't tell Jason.

"I'll get the pizza out." Jason said putting on some oven mitts and opening up the oven.

Emily took their glasses, the salad and the bread over to the table before sitting down and waiting for Jason to bring the pizza over. He cut it on the pan on the island before bringing it over along with some plates.

The smell of it overwhelmed Emily and made her stomach growl with anticipation. "It smells amazing." She said as he sat down.

"You're amazing." Jason said taking up a piece for him and Emily.

Emily gave him as look and laughed. "You're cheesier than the pizza." She teased, but in reality all the sweet things he said under his breath or to the side made her heart want to burst and made her incredibly happy.

They ate slowly and continued to poke fun at each other. The dinner they had made tasted great and the company was just as good. Once they were finished they cleaned up and then moved to the couch to watch the ending of a movie that was being played on TV under protest.

"Why can't we watch this?" Emily asked even though she had no intension of changing the channel.

"Because I haven't seen the first half of the movie. If I watch the ending I'll have major spoilers."

"Looks like you're out of luck. I have the remote and besides this movie is like twenty years old, you had plenty of time to watch it."

Jason pretended to pout, even though he didn't really care and Emily laughed at him. "Don't worry I'll make it up to you." She assured as inappropriate thoughts filled her head.

"You better." He replied as he got settled to watch the movie.

Emily glanced over at him before unmuting the TV. She squirmed in her seat, she probably didn't have to make anything up to him and he would likely forget but she was tired of the tension between them and this was a good excuse to make a move.

They were already sitting close to each other so when Emily put her hand on Jason's knee he didn't pay much attention to it. She inched closer to him so she was resting her head on his chest and his arm wrapped around her torso.

Once she was comfortable she inhaled deeply and smelled a faint scent of aftershave. "You smell good." Emily mumbled and the slight squeeze on her side told her that Jason had heard her. Smelling good was a big turn on for Emily and she decided not to wait any longer.

She sat up a bit and shifted her weight so she could put one leg on the other side of him, so that she was straddling him. She pressed her center against his and his hands instinctively went to her hips.

"What are you doing?" He asked clearly confused by her sudden movements.

She kissed him instead of answering. She rolled her hip slightly causing herself to moan. It was Jason that ended the steamy kiss though. When he pulled away he repeated himself. "Not that I'm not enjoying this but what are you doing?"

"I'm making it up to you." Emily said before kissing him again quickly and letting her tongue battle with his. She sighed when she felt him start to get aroused underneath her.

"Wait." He mumbled against her lips. "Emily stop."

She reluctantly pulled away from him and waited for him to say something.

"This wasn't my attention when I said I wanted to make you dinner."

"I know." Emily replied running her hand through his soft hair again. "But I'm not complaining."

Jason sighed. "I know, but I am." He paused to make sure he chose his words carefully. "I want you so bad right now, you can probably feel that, but I need more time. We've only been on one date and as much as I want to throw you down on the couch and give in to my instincts I can't. I'm old fashioned, its how I was raised and you're worth so much more than that. I want to get to know you and your body so I can treat you the way you deserve to be treated, like a lady."

Emily listened intently to Jason's speech and as sweet as it was she just wanted to have sex with him. But for once it was more than sex for her, especially after what happened the night before. She wanted nothing more than to replace that terrible memory with a great one.

But somehow she knew she wouldn't be having sex tonight, at least not with Jason.

"I can't change your mind, can I?" Emily asked quietly.

Jason shook his head slightly.

Emily sighed and got off him and sat back down on the couch. "I'm sorry."

"It's my fault, don't worry about it." Jason said as he got up. "Dinner was great and it was good to see you again."

"You too." Emily replied as she walked him to the door. "Maybe we could go out sometime this weekend."

"Of course. I'll call you tomorrow if that's all right." Jason asked nervously, wondering if he blew it.

"Yeah that would be great." Emily replied. The conversation was getting awkward but for some reason she didn't want it to end. She opened the door for him. "Good night Jason."

"Good night Emily." He leaned in and gently kissed her. Her hand rested on his chest until he pulled away and left her apartment.

Emily closed the door behind him and rested her back against it. She was alone in her apartment with her thoughts and the still vivid memory of the night before.

She felt her self-value start to plummet ever since Will had raped her. She didn't feel like a lady and she certainly didn't feel like she deserved to be treated like one. She just wanted to be used and she didn't care what for.

It was still kind of early and she debated going to a bar or even calling Will. If those were her two options she decided to go to a bar.

She went up to her room and put on a dress and some makeup and was out the door in less than fifteen minutes.

She only stayed out for an hour and although I few guys had come up to her it didn't feel right. So she went home and went to bed, thankful that it was the weekend.

JJ on the other hand was getting ready for bed with Will. She knew something was up and she was tired of tiptoeing around. She turned to Will who was pulling a shirt over his head. "Is something wrong?"

Without turning to face her Will replied. "No."

Usually she would just leave it at that but not tonight. "I mean it Will, I know something is up so don't say no."

"It's none of your business." Will huffed.

"How is it none of my business. We're married, if something is wrong it eventually comes back to me." JJ sighed not wanting to say what she was about to say. "Or is that the problem?"

Will finally faced her. "Our marriage? No that was never the problem babe. I just messed up and I don't know how to fix it."

JJ sat down next to him. "Well tell me what happened and I'll try and help." She said as her hands went to massage his shoulders gently.

"I can't JJ. I already told you, it would hurt you too much. I can't do that to you." Will said covering his face with his hands.

"And you don't think your hurting me now? My imagination is running wild all the time thinking about what you might be doing." JJ said tiredly.

Will led down and turned away from her. "Just go to sleep JJ."

JJ felt a tear roll down her cheek. She hated when he shut her out like that. "Can you please just tell me you have a drug addiction or you spend all your time gambling away our money. Please I'm so tired of this, just tell me you're cheating on me or that you have another kid or something." She pleaded, her voice breaking as she spoke.

Will said nothing. JJ watched as waited for him to sigh or speak as she tried to stifle her sniffles and stop her tears. She took a deep breaths. "I need to leave." She said quietly before leaving their bedroom.

She quietly went down the stairs and put on her coat and shoes, grabbed the keys to her car and left. When she got in the car she looked at the time it was a little after midnight, not too late.

She took out her phone and dialed a number she knew by heart. "Please pick up. Please pick up." She chanted under her breath while it rang.

"If we have a case I swear I'll ring your neck."

"No not exactly. Can I stay at your house tonight?" JJ asked nervously.

"Yeah, of course you can. Is everything ok?" Emily's voice asked instantly concerned.

"I just need a friend." JJ sobbed into the phone.

"Do you need me to pick you up?" Emily asked already half way out of bed.

"No, I'll be there in ten minutes." JJ said before hanging up.

JJ didn't know why she had called Emily. She could have called her mother or Garcia or anyone really, but something made her call Emily. Even though JJ had suspicions that Emily was the reason for this mess, she knew that she could still count on her to be a friend.

Before leaving she made another quick call and left a message on a crowded machine.

She drove quickly to Emily's apartment and when she walked up to the door the doorman greeted her with a smile. Emily must have told him she would be coming over.

She went into the elevator and pressed the button with the big four on it and waited. She thought that maybe this was a mistake but she figured if Emily did have something to do with all the mess than Emily would be more inclined to tell her than Will was.

The ding of the elevator arriving on Emily's floor pulled her out of her thoughts and increased her heart rate effectively. She walked down the hall and saw Emily's door open just slightly, so she didn't have to knock.

She pushed the door open gently and was met with a very concerned Emily. Emily said nothing, just pulled JJ in for a hug. Even though JJ hadn't told her what was wrong she was still ready to be there unconditionally, which was exactly what JJ needed. JJ started to cry once again into Emily shoulder.

"It's ok Jay, it'll be ok." She soothed in JJ's ear.

Emily brought her over to the couch, got her a glass of wine and a box of tissues. She waited for JJ to calm down before she probed.

Over the next hour and a half JJ explained how she felt about Will and what had been going on with him. Of course Emily knew all about what JJ was telling her, but she could see that JJ was already in so much pain and she didn't need to add to it right now.

"Do you need me to do anything for you?" Emily asked before finishing her second glass of wine.

"I just need you to drive me somewhere tomorrow morning." JJ replied.

"Ok, anywhere." Emily said while nodding her head.

"And maybe something to wear." JJ said looking down at her wrinkled clothes that were spotted with tears stains.

Emily smiled. "Anything, you can wear the $10, 000 gown my mother bought me if you want."

JJ laughed for the first time in a long time. "I was thinking some leggings and a blouse but a gown works just as well."

Emily laughed. It was good to laugh but it was better to hear JJ laugh. Emily looked at the time and saw that it was after two in the morning. "Come on, we need to get some sleep."

They stood up and walked up to Emily's room. They had shared rooms and beds before when they were on cases so they didn't need to fight over who would sleep on the couch.

Emily gave her some pajama's and then they got into bed. They didn't talk but Emily could tell JJ wasn't tired and neither was she.

"I know something that will lighten the mood." Emily thought out loud.

"What?" JJ asked turning towards Emily.

"Oh just that I completely threw myself at Jason tonight and he turned me down immediately and left."

JJ sat up and turned on the bedside light. "Are you serious?"

Emily nodded and laughed. She explained how he had come over to make dinner with her and some of the nice things he had said and finally how she had thrown herself at him.

"And he turned you down?" Emily nodded. "Even though you felt him?" Emily nodded again. "What the hell is wrong with him?"

Emily sighed. "Something about wanting to treat me like I lady. I don't know I was really turned on, I just wanted to have sex."

JJ laughed at her friend. "Well your first time with him is probably going to be amazing if he's putting it off so much."

"It better be fucking magical." Emily said with a smile. "But I can wait."

JJ raised an eyebrow at her. "Well not forever," Emily said while laughing. "but I can wait a week or so."

They continued to talk about nothing until Emily felt herself grow tired and she could tell JJ was too. "Let's get some sleep." She said.

JJ turned off the light and the two friends fell asleep.

Meanwhile Will was still wide-awake. He knew that JJ had left but he didn't know where she went or when she would come back. He was glad Henry couldn't really talk and didn't know what was going on. He stayed up all night thinking and worrying and just wanting to run away form himself.

Where are JJ and Emily going tomorrow? What is Will going to do? When are Emily and Jason going to sleep together? Will everything turn out alright in the end? How many questions am I going to ask you?

I can't tell you the answers to any of those questions yet except for the last one. Five.