Author's Note: Okay, so I borrowed a character from Showtime but it was amusing in my twisted little mind. Hopefully y'all will see why. :o)

The next evening JJ and Emily are snuggling on the couch watching a movie when JJ decides she needs to let her lover know a couple things. She rolls over and looks at Emily, who immediately raises an eyebrow.

"What's wrong, Jen?"

JJ frowns. "How do you do that? How do you know I have something bad to say?"

"You squint your left eye a bit when you try to figure out how to say something you don't want to say."

"Do not." She thinks a minute. "Do I?"

"Yep. And then you avoid the subject at hand by focusing on something else." Emily swallows nervously. "Is this about…" her voice trails off as she looks at JJ's left hand.

"No! Oh, no, Emily, it has nothing to do with that. Well maybe the second thing kinda but not the first."

"There are 2 things you don't want to tell me?"

"Yes. Shit." JJ gets up and grabs her purse. She brings it back and sits down on the coffee table in front of Em, who is now sitting up. JJ pulls an envelope out and hands it over. "You have to see the shrink to get cleared back to duty."

"What? Why?" Emily is practically whining. "I didn't even get to fire my gun!"

JJ can't help but laugh. Only Emily would be upset that she was being forced to see the psychiatrist without even having fired her gun. Well, maybe Derek would be upset, too. "Hotch says it's standard since you were a hostage. And, Em, really, with how it ended don't you think it might be good for you to talk it out?"

"I don't know. Maybe," she concedes as she pulls out the appointment slip. "Wait, who the heck is this Craig Huffstodt? That's not who we normally see? I hate change!"

"Honey, you hate shrinks in general. Does it matter who it is?"

"I guess not. But he doesn't know me. What if he doesn't like me or get me or…shit."

JJ can't help but laugh. "You'll be fine. Hotch expects you back to work quickly so be good girl and show the nice doctor how well adjusted you are and how well you've gotten passed the trauma of being a hostage."

"Oh for fuck's sake. Fine. But this is really putting a damper on my weekend."

"Which is why I waited until 10 p.m. Sunday to tell you," JJ says smugly.

Emily flops back against the couch. "You suck sometimes, you know that?"

JJ just smiles. She glances down at her purse and sees the edge of the yellow tablet sticking out. Emily immediately picks up on the fact that JJ has gotten very tense. She sits forward again.

"Jennifer?"

JJ won't look Emily in the eyes. Emily is so guarded about her feelings. JJ can only pray she doesn't react badly to what she is about to hear. "We had to move everything out of my office. We just kinda put things in boxes without paying attention to what it was. In the new office I actually had to look to see where things go. I saw it was your handwriting and thought it was something from the case file you were looking for."

"Oh my God," Emily mutters.

JJ finally looks up and sees Emily has gone completely white. "I started reading and should have stopped but I couldn't."

She pulls the tablet out and hands it over to Emily. The profiler stares at it a moment, her face unreadable. "You're the only one that saw it?" Emily asks quietly.

"No. Garcia, too. I was…was upset. She wanted to see why. To help me."

"I see."

JJ can see the walls going up behind Emily's eyes. She reaches out to her but Emily stands and steps away. "Big day tomorrow. Goodnight."

"Emily! Wait!"

But the brunette is already halfway up the stairs. JJ buries her head in her hands. Things had been going so well. Why hadn't she just shredded the damn letter and been done with it.