Emily tried to get some sleep on the plane ride home. It didn't work. Sharing a room with JJ throughout the case had been trying and awkward. It didn't help that JJ apparently slept in very little clothing. Frusturated, and as an attempt to get JJ out of her mind, Emily had accepted Will's business card and gave him her number when asked. If nothing else came out of it, she could at least truthfully tell her mother she'd had some sort of romantic interaction with a man. As they boarded the plane, Emily had avoided JJ's gaze and sat herself next to Morgan.

"Hey Princess." He greeted her with a devilish grin. Internally, Emily groaned. He had seen her giving Will her number as they left. She was sure that he was going to tease her for it. She and Morgan had grown closer over the last few cases. He said that he respected her after she chewed him out about blaming JJ and once he knew she loved Vonnegut as well, she was alright in his book.

"Don't start." She warned.

"I didn't say a thing." Morgan said holding his hands up in defense.

"Say anything about what?" Reid asked from the center of the plane.

"Prentiss here is hot for LaMontange." Morgan teased. Emily kept her gaze down to her lap and gave Morgan a swift kick in the legs. "OUCH! Prentiss!" Morgan yelled holding his leg as Hotch and Gideon sat down. "JJ!" Morgan whined. "Emily kicked me!"

"What do you want me to do about it?" JJ practically growled from next to Reid. The venom in her voice caused Emily to whip her head up. JJ looked pissed. Before Emily could ask her what was wrong, her demeanor changed as quickly as it had come on. Emily thought perhaps she had imagined the glare JJ had given her and looked back down.

"I want you to hit her back! Or yell, or something!" Morgan whined, oblivious to JJ's attitude.

"Well, sorry. Your gonna have to hit her back all by yourself."

"No hitting." Hotch chided without looking up from his file, just as Morgan had raised his hand preparing to smack Emily. Smirking at him, she leaned back and got comfortable.

"I'll get you back later." Morgan whispered.

"Just you try." She whispered back with a grin.

JJ wanted to vomit. Or punch someone. Punching would make her feel better, definitely if it was Emily, even more so if it was Will. The two of them had spent the rest of the case lightly flirting, and then JJ had seen her give him her number as they were leaving. JJ couldn't help but feel like someone had wound up and punched her in the gut. Standing next to Hotch, she did what she could to stifle her gasp and stop herself from tearing up. Hearing Morgan tease her about Will had been almost more than she could take. After Hotch had yelled at him, he caught JJ's eye and she would be lying if she said the look in his eyes didn't scare her.

JJ had gone home and passed out on her couch. She had every intention of going out, but was just too damn tired. As she went back into work the next few days, she avoided everyone, not just Emily. The second she walked in, she would head straight for her office and stay in there all day.

Six days after the case, Garcia burst into JJ's office without knocking around noon.

"This crap is over!" She exclaimed.

"Excuse me?" JJ asked from behind her desk. She had been in the middle of a particularly horrible file. Arson cases always bothered her.

"You, being all hermity, I dislike it and it ends now. Get up!"

"Garcia..." JJ started to protest.

"No. I don't want to hear it, well I do but not right now. Up! Get you blonde butt up and your coat on, we are going out to lunch."

"Garcia I have to..."

"Jennifer Jareau get your ass out of that chair before I make you."

JJ knew better than to try and reason with Garcia when she was like this, and she had honestly missed her friend. She needed someone to talk to, not to mention, she was starving. "Fine." She feigned annoyance. "I'm coming."

"Good."

"Where are we going?"

"Deli around the corner." Garcia waited until they were out of the bureau – noticing JJ's refusal to look at Emily's desk as they walked out – had ordered their food and were seated before grilling JJ. "So?" She asked coyly.

JJ sighed, unsure where to begin. "So...what?"

"Jayje, come on out with it! What's bothering you? You've been testy for weeks now, but its gotten worse since our last case."

"I haven't been testy." JJ protested.

"Seriously?"

JJ groaned and dropped her head into her hands on the table. "I like her" She mumbled.

"Come again?"

"I like her."

"What? Jayje, speak up!"

JJ lifted her head and yelled. "I LIKE HER!"

"Jezz, Jayje, tell the whole fracking restaurant!" Garcia said as most of the customers stared at them. JJ just groaned and smacked her head back down. "And which 'her' are we speaking of? A certain raven haired her?"

JJ nodded awkwardly with her head still down in her hands. "And just say fuck. Frack is not a word."

"What? Sweetie, lift your head up."

"Say fuck, not frack."

"I like frack better I can say it if I want! And don't change the subject. You like Emily!"

"Shut up!" JJ hissed as she looked around the deli. Lots of people from the bureau ate there, she didn't want her personal life to become office gossip.

"Okay, are we talking like as in you want to go on multiple dates with her? Or like as in you want her in your bed? Because there is a difference. A one night stand would make things a little awkward for a while, but ultimately, you could get over that pretty easily; if you guys date however..."

"I know!" JJ moaned and dropped her head back in her hands.

"Wait! Seriously! You want to date her? Holy fucking shit!"

"Garcia!" JJ chided, whipping her head up. "You...you don't usually swear like that."

"You don't usually form actual emotional connections to women! Not longer than a few hours anyway this is fucking huge!"

"Garcia shut up." JJ hissed.

"Oh please, don't even try to deny it now. You like her like her, you want her in you bed, but you also just want to hold her hand! Oh JJ this is so adorable! When are you gonna ask her out?"

"I'm not."

"What? Why not?"

"She's not interested Garcia."

"What! What makes you think that? Have you seen how she looks at you?"

"Garcia, I think she's dating LaMontange.

"Bullshit." Garcia protested. JJ just shrugged and sipped her coffee. "Bullshit." Garcia repeated, more to herself than JJ. "You know what? I'll get back to you." Garcia grabbed the rest of her sandwich and purse and stood up.

"Woah, wait where are you going?"

"Recon, talk to you later."

"Recon? Wait Garcia no!"

"Bye Jayje." Garcia said placing a kiss on her head and running out of the deli.

"Fuck." JJ whispered to herself.

Emily's stomach groaned for the millionth time. Shoving her paperwork away, she leaned back in her seat. If was definitely time to get some lunch. She was sure she had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich stashed in the break room somewhere. Just as she was about to go look for it, Garcia sprinted – as much as someone can sprint in bright green heels – towards Emily.

"Hey!" She squealed. "Want to go get lunch?"

"I think I've got a sandwich in..."

"Eww, nonsense. There is a great cafe like three block from here, come on." Garcia linked her arm with Emily's and pulled her forward before Emily could make any protests. As they left the bullpen, the two women passed JJ coming back in. Emily glanced down and then kept her gaze forward. She was hoping that Garcia would be oblivious to her reaction. "Bye Jayje!" Garcia called out cheerfully. Emily didn't notice the death glare JJ gave Garcia, or the smirk she gave back as she pulled Emily along to the elevator. "So, you've been quiet lately." Garcia stated as soon as the doors closed them in. Their arms still linked, Emily shifted her weight slightly and sighed.

"What do you mean?"

"I was informed by a certain man that you are infatuated with a southern gentleman, is that correct?"

Emily shook her head slightly and held back a grin. "I'm gonna kill Morgan." She said with a laugh.

"So its true!"

"No! Well, I don't know. He's called me twice."

"Really? And?"

"And nothing. He lives in New Orleans and.." Emily faltered slightly, trying to think up another excuse.

"And..." Garcia prompted.

Emily sighed. "I don't know."

"Do you like him?"

"Yeah I guess, he's a nice guy."

"Yeah, but do you like him?"

"I don't know. I don't really know him yet."

"Yet? You intend on getting to know him?"

"I don't know Garcia." Emily groaned as they arrived at the cafe. The two women ordered – only coffee for Garcia – and sat down. Garcia seemed to wait for a moment or two, contemplating on what to ask Emily next. Or how exactly to ask her something, the look on her face worried Emily.

"Is there someone else you like more?" She finally asked.

"I don't know." Emily answered, half truthfully.

"You don't know?" The coy tone of her voice frightened Emily. "Someone on the team perhaps? Not my chocolate god!"

"God no!" Emily laughed.

"Good." Garcia said, laughing along with Emily. "Not Boy Wonder?" Emily shook her head violently. "Not Gideon?" Garcia asked, practically gagging.

"Not at all." Emily stated firmly.

"Boss man?"

"Hotch?" Emily asked. Garcia nodded. "No. No. I do not like Hotch."

"Well, that only leaves one left, a certain blonde, unless its me; in which case I'm flattered, but only into men."

Emily laughed along with Garcia and finished her sandwich, she had been starving. "No, its not you Garcia." Wiping her mouth, she froze as she realized she didn't deny them both.

"So its JJ?" Garcia squealed. "You like JJ!"

"Shush." Emily warned. "I don't...no..I.."

"Oh my god! You and JJ are gonna get married and have babies and I am gonna be the greatest aunt in the world!"

"Holy shit Garcia, don't you think your jumping the gun a little?"

Garcia only shrugged and took Emily's hand as they went up to pay. "You like her though right?"

Sighing, Emily answered her. "Yeah, but it doesn't matter."

"Why not?"

"We're not gonna date Garcia."

"Why not?"

"We work together! And she's not interested, I don't think she even really likes me anymore. I'm not sure what I did, but she acts like she's angry at me or something."

Garcia snorted. "Just ask her out."

"No. Garcia, even if she were interested we work together. There is a reason that office romances are frowned upon."

"Oh who cares! Those rules aren't really enforced, and as long as you can work together, no one will care."

"Really? Hotch won't care? Strauss won't care?" Emily asked, sarcastically as they made their way back to the bureau.

"Well, Boss man will get over it as long as it doesn't effect our work, he's actually quite a softy somewhere in there; and Strauss...we could get around her."

It was Emily's turn to snort. "Yeah, I'm sure that will go over well. Look Garcia, its just a crush, I'll get over it. Please don't say anything to anyone."

"Yeah, yeah. You're wrong, but yeah."

Emily said goodbye to Garcia and headed back to her desk. She could have sworn she saw JJ turn away from looking at her desk. Get yourself together Prentiss. She thought as she sat down and got back to work.