The next day she woke to find three voicemail messages from JJ. She pressed play, and listened. 'Hi...um...Emily look, I know you're ignoring my calls and uh, I understand why... but please I want to talk to you about...uh...what happened. Please, ring me back...okay, well...I'll see you at work, bye.' Emily couldn't bring herself to listen to the rest, so she just assumed that they would be similar messages. She got up, showered and dressed, before leaving for work and grabbing two coffees on the way - one for her, and one for JJ. She arrived at the FBI building and made her way into the bullpen, keeping her head down and avoiding contact with JJ. 'Hotch wants us all in the round table room guys.' Emily overheard JJ telling the rest of the team. She followed behind, hoping JJ wouldn't notice her, but she did. 'Hey, Emily...' JJ began, holding Emily back, stopping her from joining her team. 'About yesterday...'
'Look, JJ...' Emily interrupted, 'I'm really, really sorry...I never should have done what I did...'
'No, Emily,' JJ argued, 'I'm sort of...glad, I guess...'
'Glad?' Emily blurted out, shocked.
'Yeah, uh...I guess I've always known that I like women, I just...never knew how much...and after our, 'kiss' I guess now I do...' JJ looked at the floor, almost embarrassed.
'Oh my god, I can't believe this...' Emily replied, surprised at her best friends confession, 'but I guess I've always known I prefer women to men, and that's why I keep my personal relationships private, you know? And if I'm honest Jen, I noticed you on my first day in the Bureau, and I haven't looked at anyone else the same way since...'
JJ blushed, 'really?' she asked, flattered.
Emily smiled and nodded. 'Hey! You guys coming or what?' Morgan shouted from inside the round table room.
'Oh uh, yeah,' the women said in sync, 'coming.'
'I'll talk to you about this later, yeah?' Emily said to JJ. She nodded and smiled as they entered the room.