a/n: I wrote this for fun, and this is a pointless story (seriously, it's pointless!). This is unbetaed, so all spelling and grammatical mistakes are my own. I hope you won't kill me after you read it. Please.. don't kill me. I haven't witnessed the moment Emily comes out yet (if ever). ;)

Disclaimer: Not mine - if it's mine, Emily would have come out long time ago and Will be non-existent. *gags* Ugh, I mentioned a dirty name.


JJ had just gotten out of her office when she saw Hotch talking with a very attractive woman in an elegant suit. The two were walking side by side from the lift. The woman was tall with dazzling auburn hair that reached her collarbone. JJ only caught a little of their conversation.

"I'm honoured to be welcomed to the team, Agent Hotchner," the woman said, smiling.

JJ stopped on her tracks. Welcomed to the team? What the..? she thought. She hurried to the briefing room, knowing that the team had already waited there. When she got into the briefing room, the team was chatting idly. Morgan was flirting with Garcia as usual and Rossi and Reid were having a discussion with Emily.

The blonde smiled as she saw Emily Prentiss's head whipped upwards to greet her. The older woman smiled back and waved at JJ to join them. JJ happily accepted the silent invitation even though she wasn't eager to join in any discussions with the two men – heaven knows how boring it could be sometimes; JJ was eager to sit beside Emily.

Emily Prentiss was a very nice woman and JJ enjoyed talking with her. The two women were pretty close with each other – very close. JJ knew that Emily's feelings for her were more than simply platonic – Emily didn't see JJ only as friend; the brunette herself had admitted it a couple of months before. JJ hadn't responded on Emily's feelings yet; she still didn't know how she felt about the other woman. But their friendship remained strong – there had been some awkward moments at first but they managed to overcome it somehow.

"Hey, do you know anything about the woman who came with Hotch?" JJ asked when she had sat down.

Emily frowned. "What woman?" she asked, looking out through the glass panel. When she couldn't find the woman JJ was talking about, she turned back at JJ. "I didn't see anyone."

"She was... oh, never mind. There they are," JJ said, nodding at the door as she saw Hotch walking into the briefing room; the woman was following him.

Emily's head turned to see who was coming. Her expression changed and she almost fell from the chair when she recognized the person behind Hotch.

"Guys, this is..." Hotch had begun to introduce them to the woman when Emily interrupted him.

"McKenzie Adams! What on earth are you doing here?" the brunette exclaimed. She never thought to see her old friend in the BAU.

The woman looked surprised. She beamed, "Emily Prentiss! Oh dear, what are you doing here?" The red haired woman took a step forward and pulled Emily into a hug. The brunette hugged her back, grinning ear to ear.

JJ stared at them without blinking. She didn't know what to say. She felt slightly uneasy when she saw them hugging each other but she pushed the feeling away.

Hotch nodded at the woman. "Well, as you now know, this is SSA McKenzie Adams from Chicago HQ. She will be here with our team for three months. She is conducting a research, so she will be with us on briefings, cases, and evaluations," he continued his explanations. He then welcomed the woman to say a few words before they began reviewing the last case.

JJ had thought that McKenzie Adams was attractive when she first saw her; she changed her mind – the woman in front of her was stunning. She had a perfect heart-shaped face with big green eyes, pointed nose, and a pair of full lips. There was a dimple on his left cheek when she smiled or talked. She looks like a goddess, JJ thought. And she looked at Emily. And they look perfect together, she added sulkily.

The red haired woman shook their hands one after another as Hotch introduced the team to her, repeating their names as she did so. She shook JJ's hand last, holding it a bit longer than necessary, smiling a little, before letting go and turning her attention back to Emily. JJ didn't fail to notice that the redhead still had her arm around Emily's waist, and again, she felt an uncomfortable nudge in her heart.

***

The rest of the day had been slow. The team spent their time writing the reports. To JJ's surprise, Hotch had asked Emily to brief Agent Adams about everything. It was JJ's job to brief the team. She wasn't territorial on her job; she was happy if someone else was willing to do the briefing as it could be tiring at times. The problem was, she wasn't too happy about the idea of Emily spending more time with the Adams woman than necessary. Yes, JJ didn't feel territorial on the job, but she was territorial on Emily Prentiss. She is my friend, she justified herself.

By lunch time JJ couldn't find Emily anywhere and she asked Morgan if he knew where the brunette was. The dark agent replied without looking up, "She's having lunch with Adams." JJ frowned. She didn't say anything. Morgan glanced at her. "Something wrong?"

"No," she replied quickly, hiding her disappointment. She waved at Morgan and returned to her office, not feeling hungry anymore. She checked her phone and felt another wave of disappointment swept upon her when there was no new message in it. Emily always sent her text messages during office hours. No matter how busy the brunette was, she always took time to text JJ. She sighed. She had seen the way McKenzie Adams looked at Emily, and she didn't like it.

"This is going to be a long three month," JJ muttered to herself.

***

"So, Emma, I see that you really like working at the BAU," McKenzie said after the waiter took their orders. "Your team looks awesome."

Emily smiled upon hearing the name. McKenzie had always refused calling her with her real name since they knew each other back in the Academy. "The name's Emily, Kenz. I don't remember being rechristened," she replied sweetly. "And yes, my team is awesome. They're the best. Hotch is a brilliant leader; Rossi is... well, he is David Rossi; Morgan is very reliable – I trust him with my life; Reid is awesome. You can say anything to him only to have him quote it some million years later. And you've met Garcia; she is the best. And..."

"And there's the hot blonde who couldn't stop staring at my arm on your waist," McKenzie teased. She laughed when Emily choked on her drink and glared at her. "What? She was staring."

"We're so not talking about this, McKenzie," Emily said in a low voice. She didn't need her friend to dig into her personal life, even though she realized nothing would stop McKenzie. The redhead was really good at making people dish their most embarrassing thoughts to her. "So what really brought you here?" Emily asked, hoping to change the subject.

McKenzie stared at Emily with her bright green eyes for a moment. She smiled and shook her head. She would put the subject down – for now. She still had time to make her friend tell her anything. She knew that there was something between Emily and the blonde; she had seen the way Emily looked at JJ and McKenzie had seen the look once, years ago, and she knew what that meant. "Research for my Doctorate degree," she replied. "Full scholarship from the Bureau and all I need to do is snoop into various departments, yours included."

"What a waste of money," Emily replied sarcastically, chuckling. "And what do they expect to get back from you? Don't they know you only answer to the highest bidder?" Sarcasm had always been their way of joking. They never took it seriously, even though it could have sounded harsh to others who heard it.

"They expect me to be their slave until I die. They have even made me a fitting bunny suit for that," she replied. "So I know the basics on how you guys get involved in a case, but I need details on how the case got into your laps and stuff," McKenzie changed the subject. She was a very ambitious woman and she never wasted any time to get the work done.

Emily explained how JJ usually picked the cases for them and she told McKenzie how usually they did the work. The two women kept talking over lunch. It was a pleasant conversation and Emily actually missed talking and working with the woman again – McKenzie was a good friend and co-worker.

When they had finished their meals, the two women headed back to the office and returned to work. McKenzie was an eager learner and Emily was a natural teacher and soon they were busy with their work.

And not once did Emily text JJ that day.

***

JJ was beyond irritated when she received no text messages from Emily by the time she finished working. She couldn't explain why – it wasn't like Emily belonged to her, but JJ still didn't like it. She missed Emily's sweet messages, whether she'd like to admit it or not. The blonde was in a very bad mood when Garcia entered her office.

"Hi Kitten!" Garcia beamed, smiling ear to ear. Her smile fell the moment she saw JJ's expression. "Hey, is something wrong?"

The press liaison muttered something unintelligible under her breath but she didn't reply to Garcia's question. She stacked the files on her desk – threw them into piles, to be exact. "I'm heading home," she informed her friend.

Garcia knew something was off, but she didn't press the matter – at least for now. She would ask JJ later if the woman had calmed down a bit. "You're not coming with us? Morgan and Reid are going to have some drinks at the club," the computer analyst asked. She was disappointed when JJ shook her head; the shorter woman had expected a night out with JJ and the others. "Aw, Emily and Kenzie won't come – and now you, too!"

The younger woman frowned at the mention of Emily's name. She said nothing and left Garcia behind. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she walked to the parking lot. She had never felt so betrayed before. Emily doesn't belong to you, Jareau, she reminded herself. But she said she loved me, the other part of her argued back. Yes, and you didn't say you love her back.

***

"You reached the domain of the super noblewoman Emily Prentiss, to whom am I speaking, please?" a cheerful voice that wasn't Emily's greeted JJ, causing the blonde to frown. Her heart beat faster when she recognized the voice. She glanced at the digital clock on her bedside table. It read 12:03 AM.

"Wh...Who is this?" JJ asked, hoping that she was wrong.

The same voice laughed. "Well, lady, you're the one who called. Who is this?" she replied.

Before JJ could say anything she heard another voice from the background – Emily's. She heard something about 'what did I tell you about picking up my calls' and the reply was, "But it rang and you weren't there to answer."

"Oh, get lost, Kenz!" Emily's voice was clear now. "Yes? JJ? Are you still there?" the brunette called out. She knew that JJ was the only person who called her in the middle of the night.

JJ's heart sank as her friend confirmed who the other person was. "Yeah," she replied weakly. "Am I disturbing you?"

"No, not at all. I was just watching a stupid talk show on TV with Kenz," Emily said. The brunette sensed something was off in JJ's voice. She furrowed her brows into a deep frown and walked upstairs to her bedroom, glaring at McKenzie as the red-haired woman snorted and making faces at her. "Is something the matter? Are you okay?"

The concern in Emily's voice nearly drove JJ to tears. She hated that Emily could read her that easily – she hated how obvious she was in front of Emily. "I just wanted to talk with you, but I see you have company. Tomorrow, maybe?" the blonde replied, careful as not to show her feelings.

"No, no, don't hang up," Emily said as she entered her bedroom and closed the door behind her. "I'd love to talk with you. And just ignore Kenz; she'll be here long and I'll have a lot of time to chat with her. So how was your day?" the brunette asked casually. She lay down on her bed, grabbing a pillow to support the head, and turned her attention back to the phone.

JJ hesitated. There was something in Emily's statement that raised her curiosity, but she ignored it. She told Emily that her day was pretty much boring and that she was looking for Emily around lunchtime but couldn't find the brunette. She didn't mention her empty mailbox or hint that she felt a little bit... left out. JJ didn't know if she should laugh or cry when Emily confessed that the woman couldn't remember the food she had eaten earlier that day – JJ took it that Emily had been deeply engrossed in her conversation with Agent Adams while eating. And to make things worse, she heard voices from Emily's background. It sounded like Agent Adams entered Emily's room.

"A second, Jayj," Emily said to her. The brunette then called out to McKenzie, who was now invading her drawers. "McKenzie Adams, stay away from my drawers!" She threw a pillow towards the woman, and the redhead laughed. "Seriously, Kenz, if you want to stay here, you'd better not go anywhere near my drawers!" warned Emily. To JJ, "sorry about that. Kenzie can be so annoying sometimes. You were saying?"

The blonde was baffled by Emily's last words to McKenzie. Stay... where? JJ thought. She didn't realize her thought was actually said until Emily replied to her innocently, "Oh, I didn't tell you? Kenz is staying at my place until she finishes her research."

JJ gasped audibly. Before Emily could ask her what's wrong, the blonde hung up. She hurried downstairs and unplugged her landline cable – she knew Emily would call back – and she put her cell phone in silent mode.

***

JJ was still lying wide awake in her bed a couple of hours later. She noticed that her phone had stopped ringing for at least the last half an hour and she let out an audible sigh. Emily had given up on calling her and sending her text messages. The blonde couldn't sleep. And somehow she had the feeling that she had ruined Emily's sleep as well. She sighed louder, letting her frustration out.

What the hell were you thinking, Jareau? Hanging up like that – Emily must be worried sick, JJ scolded herself for being so stupid. She couldn't explain the sudden emptiness she felt in her heart when she knew that McKenzie would be staying with her friend for the whole three months. Emily wasn't her lover; heck, JJ wasn't even into women. Until now, a mocking voice added in her head. Come on, JJ, admit it – you're jealous. "I am not jealous!" JJ spat out angrily. "Emily is my best friend – it's normal if I feel a bit left out when her old friend comes to town and Emily seems to be all over her!" she rationalized. But Emily's feelings for you aren't just normal, or are they? The voice insisted. "Emily's feelings have nothing to do with the way I feel. I am not jealous!" JJ said it louder, hoping to stop the inner voice from saying more things. She didn't want to look deeper into her heart, afraid of what she might find.

Being friends with Emily was convenient. Emily was always protective, and she understood JJ more than everyone else on the team. Having Emily as a friend was beyond convenient – JJ didn't have to worry about offending the other woman; Emily was the sweetest person on earth. But then again, being loved – as a woman rather than as a friend – by Emily was also comfortable. Emily provided JJ with an unconditional love; the brunette was there for her and would do anything to make sure JJ was okay. And the brunette would do that without asking for anything in return.

When she thought about it, JJ felt so selfish. Emily had done everything for her – and JJ was sure the older woman would give JJ her arm if JJ asked her to; yet JJ never did anything for the brunette. No wonder Emily turned away to another woman, JJ contemplated.

"Argh, that's not fair! She doesn't even know how I love her!" she groaned unconsciously.

There, girl, you said it, the voice whispered triumphantly in her head and JJ wanted to drill her head that very instant. Now all you have to do is figure out how to win Emily's heart back.

"Oh, shut up!" JJ commanded. Her cheeks blushed. But when the voice died out, JJ began to feel lost. "Do I love her?" she asked herself. "Do I love her like she loved me?" JJ frowned as she realized that she had used the word 'loved' instead of 'loves'. She swallowed the invisible lump in her throat.

JJ's question was not answered; she fell asleep before she could answer it. That night JJ dreamed about Emily and a wide smile painted on her face – she was at home.