I thought that the hardest part of my job would be to not get killed in the line of duty. Now I know how wrong I was. The hardest part of my job was not falling in love with the petite blonde, blue eyed press liaison for my BAU section of the FBI. The hard part of the hardest part of my job is that she doesn't make my suffering any easier. She's always finding someway to touch me, her fingers lingering a few more moments than necessary. She's always watching me when she thinks I'm not looking at her, which by the way I am always watching her and the way she moves. Sometimes I wonder if she does these things to me on purpose. I wonder if she knows how much her sent and the physical closeness of her body drives me crazy. It is because of these wonderings that I've come to the realization that I have to tell her I love her. I have to make her see that I'm the one she needs to be with no that damned Louisiana detective who thinks he owns her. I need to make her understand that I am the one that she needs on those night when the cases get to personal and the families' grief is too much for her to bear alone. I need her to see that it's me at the end of the isle, that it is me who has always loved her and will always be there for her.
So it's with this knowledge that I do the mature FBI agent thing, I text her. I ask her to meet me in her office in 15 minutes. I figure any longer and I could loose my nerve. 15 minutes later after running around a damn bush to decide if I should go in there or not. I am standing in front of her office door. Now that I'm here do I knock or go in? She is after all expecting me. So I walk on in and shut the door behind me. She straightens up from putting files away when she hears me come in. Damn she's beautiful. Here goes nothing.
"Em…what's up? What's so important? JJ asked with concern in her crystal blue eyes.
I don't answer. I'm scared that if I do I'll tell her never mind and run out the door. So I walk up to her, now I'm a hairs breathe ways from her. Then I go in for the kill. I kiss her like my life depends on it. I feel in my heart that it does.