A/n hey all... here's the next entry in JJ's Journal. Remember... this is after the infamous date, which no one really knows what actually happened. So I'm making it up as I go along and trying to remain true to the characters and the show. I look forward to any and all feedback. Speaking of reviews, thanks to you all for your kinds reviews thus far!
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Broken Mirror
I know that I haven't talked about the "date," yet. There really isn't that much to tell. We went to the game on Sunday and it was nice. It was better than I thought it would be. There's really not that much to tell. Oh… I already said that, didn't I? Dr. Jansen said that repeating yourself is a sign of low blood sugar. So I'll just leave this journal right here and go get something to eat.
I'm back… I walked away and I tried to go get dinner. Then I found my way back here. I'm hungry, but I can't seem to concentrate on cooking which is weird for me.
The team had a very interesting case this week. They went to Connecticut to help find a young woman that had been kidnapped. The interesting thing was that she had an identical twin sister. Elle told me that they were something called mirror twins, which meant one of them had organs on the wrong side of the body, or something.
Anyway, Elle said that the kidnapper, who turned out to be a FBI agent was in love with both the girls and wanted to kidnap both of them for some sick fantasy. She told me what he said about all the people on the team.
She told me that he said that Spence was like borderline autistic or something like that. Elle seemed to think the guy was crazy, but I don't know. I've never known anyone with autism, so I don't know what that's supposed to look like.
Spence told me that Elle was the one that got the kidnapper to tell her where the second twin was after she kicked his butt at the safe house. He was really curious to know how she did it. I didn't tell him that Elle explained to me what she did.
Spence kissed me… Did I tell you that? Well… not on the lips, but on the cheek. It was very sweet… Like a first date in high school.
I wonder if Morgan was right when he accused Spence of not being able to get a date. Spence was really nice, and a gentleman and he didn't try anything. He talked my ear off from the minute we got into an ancient Volvo that he drives. He insisted on picking me up at my house. He said that was what a man was supposed to do on a date.
It was kind of refreshing to be treated special, and like I'm a person instead of a pretty flower, or party favor like most guys.
Did you know he knows all about football? He knows all the statistics and stuff. In spite of all the stuff from books, I had to explain a lot of what was going on between the teams. He seemed to like it. Did you know his eyes get really big and shiny when he's excited about something?
So… are we going to live happily every after and have babies? Not exactly… after he kissed me on the cheek at my apartment, he got really red in the face and said that it was better if we didn't go out again.
I tried to make him tell me why he didn't want to go out and he just said it was better that way. He said that the date was, and I quote, "top secret," and he wouldn't tell Morgan anything about it. He said it was ok if were just friends and then he left.
I'm not upset! He's right… It's better to be just friends and not ruin the working relationship that we have. We can still be friends! Men and women can be friends if they want to, right.
I'm going back home for the weekend. We don't have any pressing cases and I don't feel like hanging around here. I don't have a date and for once I don't care. I want to spend time with my aunt and uncle and my cousins. I'm sure going to visit will help me figure out why I'm feeling a little depressed. I'm sure that spending time with the family is just the thing. Uncle Charlie will probably use my visit as an excuse to barbecue a whole side of beef. That sounds good to me. After two days with them, I'll definitely want to come back here and face the murderers, and rapists, and arsonists. I know… who would want my chosen line of work? I do… I love it! Don't tell me I need to have my head examined. I've already been through therapy.
I'm going to call my aunt and get something to eat. I'm not going to think about a certain pair of brown eyes, or how sad they looked when he said it was better if we stay friends.