Hey guys. So I finally got over this writer's block and got this written. Sorry for making y'all wait so long.

xoxo Mars

Seven

JJ's P.O.V

I walk out of the bathroom to find Emily dressed and already on the bed. "You sure you got shot?" I asks giggling a little bit. She smiles. "Pretty sure."

I put the clothes I was wearing today in the hamper and walk over and climb under the covers.

I lie down beside Emily and turn off the lamp on the bedside table. She rolls onto her side a scoots closer to me and snuggles into my back, putting her arm around me. "Night Jen." I roll over and kiss her slowly. "Goodnight Emily." I say resting my forehead on hers. I wrap my arm around her and pull her body against mine.

I wake up and look at the clock. Two o'clock in the morning. That's just great.

I can't sleep so I start to think about what happened on Wednesday when Emily got shot.

She was going undercover as a lawyer and I was her assistant. Morgan, Rossi, Hotch and Reid were back with Garcia. I was standing right there. Right there beside her and I let her get shot. She could have died.

I didn't realize I was crying until Emily opens her eyes and brings her hand to my face wiping the tears away with her thumb. "Jen, what's wrong?" She asks. I shake my head. "Nothing. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." I say. She lays her hand on my cheek. "Jennifer. You don't have to be sorry. If something's wrong I want to know." She says. "You could have been killed." I say. She shakes her head. "I should have been faster. Emily. This is my fault." I say. "JJ. This is not your fault. It will never be your fault. Please. Don't feel guilty." She says. "Can you do that for me? Please?" She asks. I nod. "I think so." I say. "Alright. Now, come here." She says moving her hand from my face to my hip. Actually, it's more like my ass, and pulls me closer to her. I didn't think I could get any closer to her. She smiles and kisses me. Moving her hand from my ass up my side, I squeak slightly when she gets to my stomach. She pulls back. "You're ticklish. I'm gonna have to remember that." She says with a devilish grin on her face. She puts her hand just about my hip and squeezes. I squeak again and she laughs. "Not funny Em." I say kissing her again. "Yes it is." She says as she moves her hand under my shirt. She moves her hand up to my breast and I gasp as she grabs a nipple, rolling it in between her thumb and index finger. "Emily. Emily. God Emily. Stop." I say, breathlessly. She stops, but doesn't move her hand. "You're hurt Em." I say. "JJ." She says. "I think I'll live." I put my hand on the one she has on my breast and turn to look at her. "We can't Em. Not while you're hurt." I say. She nods. "Okay. Goodnight JJ." She says. "Night Emily."

After about five minutes I feel Emily start to move her hand. Not like she's going to move it off of my breast though. She wouldn't. Would she? She moves her hand so she can just touch my nipple. Gently rubbing it, making me moan. I have to get her to stop. "Emily. Em. Please. God. Please. Stop." I say. She does as she's told and moves her hand back up to cup my breast. I put my hand back where it was on top of hers and take a deep breath, trying to clear my brain. "Emily. We can't. You have no idea how much I want this. How much I want you, but right now, I'm not going to let you. Alright?" I ask. She nods. "Alright. Night JJ." She says leaning over to kiss me. "Night Em."

Chapter Eight Sneak Peek:

"Emily Prentiss. I swear."

"We gotta get up." She says moving away from me. "Do we have to?"

"Well, we don't have to.

I take another step and catch my foot on the couch, and start to fall.