A/N: Well, I've been on a long hiatus, haven't I? College has been kicking my ass as of late, so I've been focusing my time on that, but I just had my last final, and I'm about to go on spring break, so I'm hoping I can come up with good ideas while I have some down time. Please R&R as always.

JJ and I stood in the elevator for a second before both of our phones went off.

"Prentiss," I answered.

"Hey, where are you right now?" I recognized Morgan's voice on the other side of the phone.

"I'm stuck in the elevator. What's going on?"

"Power outage. There are electrical people in the building trying to figure out what's going on, but they said it might take a while."

"So what am I supposed to do in the meantime?" I asked him frustrated.

"I guess you'll just have to sit tight. Are you alone?"

"No, I'm not alone." I sighted. "JJ's in here with me."

There was a silence on the other side of the phone.

"Are you serious?" I heard him finally say. "That's got to be super awkward."

"Morgan, say another word, and I'll kill you once I get out of here."

Morgan laughed. "Okay, I'm gonna let you go. I'll tell someone you guys are in there."

"Okay, call me with any updates," I said as I hung up the phone. JJ was still on hers. Usually, I wouldn't eavesdrop, but since we were so close, I didn't really have any other options besides plugging my ears.

"Look, I'm stuck in an elevator, and I'm really not in the mood to talk about this right now." Of course, it was Will. "No, I'm not alone. Emily's in here with me."

Will yelled so loud JJ had to hold the phone away from her ear. I snickered, and she shot me a 'Don't you dare laugh at me' look, so I shut up.

"No," she continued, "I didn't plan on her following me onto the elevator." Pause. "She isn't trying to break us up, Will. She just wanted to make sure everything was okay." Pause. "No, she didn't set me up with anybody! You know, this is why I turned you down, you always have to make a scene out of everything!" Pause. "Yes, there is someone else, but there's more to it than that. We just don't-" Pause. "Well, if you'd let me finish what I was saying, maybe you'd have some answers!" Pause. "Wow, name calling. Real mature, William. I'm hanging up now." With that, JJ snapped her phone shut and turned it off.

"Do you really think that's a good idea?" I asked.

"If anyone really needs to get a hold of me, they can call you," she replied.

"What if it's someone that doesn't have my number?"

"Then it can wait."

"Okay," I said, realizing that I should probably stop asking questions. We dropped into silence. Morgan was right; this was going to be awkward.

"So..." I finally said, not being able to take the silence anymore. "Was that Will?"

JJ glared at me. "I think you know it was."

"Sorry, I just didn't know what else to say."

"How about we don't say anything to each other. Okay?"

I looked at the floor, wondering what to do. There was no way I would be able to just stand there in silence for however long we were going to be in here.

"Will really hates me," I finally said.

"Well, can you really blame him? You were sleeping with his girlfriend."

The use of the past tense didn't go unnoticed by me. "True, but he doesn't know that."

"He knows that you hate him."

"I only hate him because he hates me."

JJ rolled her eyes. "We both know that there's a lot more to it than that."

I sighed. "What do you want me to say, JJ? Do you want me to tell you that I hate Will because he gets to have you? Do you want me to break down and cry and tell you I love you, because I've done all that already, and I'm sick of it."

Before JJ had a chance to say anything in reply, my phone went off, and I answered it without looking at the caller ID.

"Prentiss," I said.

"Give the phone to JJ," I heard the voice on the other end demand. I glared at JJ.

"Did you happen to give LaMontagne my number?" I asked.

"Is that him?" JJ asked, looking annoyed. If I wasn't so royally pissed off, I might say it was cute.

"Yes it's him! How the hell did he get my number?!" JJ didn't answer, so I put the phone to my ear. "Look, JJ doesn't want to talk to you right now, so just let it go!"

"Don't tell me what to do! JJ and I are in the middle of something and you have no right to butt in!"

"Yeah, but you called MY cell, so I have the right to say whatever the hell I want to." I really wanted to hang up, but I knew he'd just call back, and I couldn't turn my phone off, because we needed at least one phone in case of emergency.

God, could my life get any worse?

"Emily, just give the phone to JJ," he said. I hated it when he called me Emily. He made it sound so...wrong somehow. Sort of the same effect the name Jennifer had coming out of his lips.

"I already told you, she really doesn't want to talk to you. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to hang up and save my battery for more pressing issues." With that, I hung up and just hoped that he wouldn't call back.

JJ looked at me gratefully. "Thank you."

"I didn't do that for you," I said indignantly. That was a lie. I did everything I did for her, but she already knew that. "I really didn't feel like hearing the two of you make up over the phone."

"Ugh, you know, you're like a child sometimes!" she yelled. "I expected Will to react badly, but you? You're supposed to be the level headed one!"

"I'm sorry, but I used up all of my level-headedness last night when I didn't slit my wrists!"

JJ looked shocked. "Did you...did you really almost do that?"

I looked at the ground. I hated losing my cool. Things I didn't want people to know tended to come pouring out of my mouth. It didn't happen often...unless I was around JJ.

"It's not...I didn't almost..." I was backpedaling. The truth was that I probably would have done something drastic if Morgan hasn't been there to comfort me. Exactly what that something drastic was, I wasn't sure, but I knew it wouldn't have been good.

"I'm so sorry, Emily," JJ finally said. "I...I'm just panicking. I mean, you scare me. Being with you is taking more risks than I ever have. Leaving my hometown nearly killed my parents. What are they going to do if they find out about us?"

"For fuck's sake, Jennifer, can you stop thinking about every other person in the world, and finally think about yourself?"

"I can't. I've already messed up too much by thinking about myself. I can't do it anymore."

"Fine," I said. "Than think about me. You once said you cared about me more than anyone else. Was that true?" She nodded. "Okay, then take into consideration how much this is hurting me. Think about how much I'm losing if you walk away from this, because it's a hell of a lot, and I don't know if I'll ever recover."

JJ just rolled her eyes and laughed. "Come on, Emily, look at you. You're sexy and smart, you have a fantastic job, you're high class and sophisticated. You can do a lot better than the wide-eyed girl from the country."

I started to say something back, but I saw tears start to form in JJ's eyes, so I softened up a little.

"JJ, is that what this is about?" I asked.

"No...yes...it's part of it, I guess." She looked away and sighed. "I don't deserve you, Em. You're so much better than I am in every way. I mean, this just proves it more. You're willing to give up everything for what we have, and I'm just running away because I'm scared. I'm scared of what everyone will think, I'm scared of losing my job, and I'm scared..." she trailed off.

"You're scared...what?" She couldn't stop now. I was finally finding out the truth.

She shook her head. "Nothing. It's stupid anyway."

"No, Jennifer," I said. "Finish what you were saying."

She took a deep breath. "I'm scared that one day, you'll wake up and realize that I'm not as special as you've built me up in your head to be. You'll realize that there are so many women out there who are just better than me for you, and you'll leave me, and I'll have no one left." JJ was crying now. "I told you a year ago; Will is safe. He won't stray, and he won't leave me for something better."

I shook my head and stepped closer to her. "Do you really think that little of me."

Her head snapped up, and our eyes met. God, even when they were tinted red from crying, they took my breath away. "I think the world of you, Emily. I always have."

"Then why would you think that I would give up the best part of my life? I'm not finding anything better than you. Ever. All that stuff you said about me is way more true about you. You're so sexy you have people nearly getting into fist fights for you." She smiled a little bit and sat on the floor of the elevator. I joined her and continued. "You have a fantastic job that you'd have to be smart to do. Hell, I know I couldn't do it." More smiling, so I went on. "As for sophistication, you have to stand in front of people every day while they try to rip you to shreds, and you do it with a grace that I couldn't have in my best dreams."

"You dream about being graceful?" she asked, laughing a little bit. She was trying to stop the compliments. Her least favorite subject in the world was herself.

"JJ, you're the most incredible person I've ever met. I don't understand how you can't see that." I put my hand on her face, and I felt her lean into it.

"I'm just scared, Emily. I thought...I thought if I broke things off, it would be better for everyone. Will would have a wife, my parents would have a son-in-law, and you would be free to be with who you were meant to be with."

I shook my head. "This isn't making anything easier for anybody. Maybe your parents, but not for you, not for me, and not for Will. He deserves to be loved, too."

"I know...I really tried to love him, you know."

"I know," I said. "But you can't force your heart to feel something that it doesn't."

She smiled and placed a soft kiss on my lips. It was possibly the best feeling I'd ever had in my life. I'd been so afraid that I'd never feel her in my arms again, but here we were. She pulled back, and I groaned a little in protest, and she laughed at me.

"I can't believe I almost gave this up," she said, before leaning in to kiss me again. This kiss was a lot more aggressive than the first one had been. I didn't mind a bit. It wasn't long before she was leaning back to lay on the floor of the elevator, pulling me along with her. I didn't fight it; I wanted it as much as she did. Hell, I needed it. I needed to know that this was real, that it wasn't some dream that I was spinning in my head.

I started unbuttoning her shirt before I even fully realized what I was doing. I came close to just ripping the damn thing off, but I knew that we'd eventually get off this damn thing and have to go back to work, so I went as fast as I could. While I was working on her shirt, she'd managed to attach her mouth to my neck, and she was sucking hard. My hands started to shake.

"You know..." I said. "You aren't...making this...any easier, Jennifer."

"God, I love it when you call me that," she said, throwing her head back as I pushed my leg between hers. I finally finished with her shirt and started biting at her neck.

"No marks, Em!" she said. It would've slowed me down, but the thickness that her voice had acquired just set me even more on fire.

"No, I just can't leave marks in visible places," I said, and she laughed.

"You know, we don't have an abundance of time in here," she got out. I knew what that meant. I was pretty sure the dumbest man on earth could figure out what that meant. I had to admit that I wasn't very happy with being rushed, but I was so thrilled to feel JJ under me again that I didn't really care so much. It only took me a second to unzip her pants and slip a hand into them over her underwear. I could feel how wet she was, how ready she was for this. I tried to hold back the tears forming in my eyes, but I couldn't. I hoped she wouldn't notice, but of course, she did.

"What's...what's wrong?" she asked rather flustered.

"Nothing, it's just...I was so afraid I'd never be able to do this again."

She smiled. "I was, too." She leaned up and kissed me, and I slipped my hand into her underwear. I heard her take in a breath, and I smiled, just feeling her.

Just before I slipped two fingers inside of her, I heard my phone start to ring.

"For the love of God, don't answer that," JJ said.

I thought about it for a minute, before pulling my hand out of her underwear. She screamed and hit the wall of the elevator.

"It might be important!" I yelled over her moans of frustration.

"I swear, if that's Will, I might just climb out of this elevator, find him and kill him!"

I liked the sound of that. Luckily for him, it was Derek.

"What, Morgan?" I asked angrily.

"Whoa, calm down, girl. I was just calling to tell you that the elevators about to turn back on. Apparently, one of the circuit breakers in this building was way too old, so they had to patch it. They're sending everyone home so they can try to fix it up by tomorrow."

"Fine. Whatever. Thanks." I said hanging up the phone. I turned to JJ who looked like she was about ready to jump me and said, "You better put your shirt back on. The elevator's gonna be up and running soon."

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" I hadn't really realized how wound up I'd gotten her, but I had to admit, I sort of loved seeing her this way.

"On the plus side, we all get to go home," she said.

"Great. Dandy. I get to go home to Will and deal with that whole thing." JJ buttoned up her shirt and fixed her hair. "Do I look okay?"

"Yeah. Fine," I said as I wiped away a little smudged lipstick. "How exactly are you going to deal with...that whole thing?"

"I...I don't know yet. I guess I'll just play it by ear."

With that, the elevators started up again. Before the doors opened, I gave JJ a quick peck on the lips and told her I loved her. The doors opened before she had a chance to say it back, but she looked at me, and I could see it in her eyes.

By the time we got downstairs, the team was already there waiting for us. Garcia and Morgan hugged us both.

"You seriously have no idea how worried we were about you two," Garcia said. "We thought that stupid thing might kill you both."

"Or you'd kill each other," Morgan said, receiving a slap on the arm from Garcia. I loved them.

"Anyway," Garcia said, taking control of the conversation back. "Kevin, Reid, Morgan, and I are all going out for drinks. We were wondering if one of you wanted to come."

"What, we're not both invited?" JJ asked, trying to sound serious, but failing miserably. Still, Garcia was so nervous, she bought it.

"That's not what I meant. I just meant...you know...with everything that happened today...with you two...you know."

"We didn't think you'd both want to come," Morgan finally said. "Since you're both our friends, we figured we'd at least help one of you out, and we'd deal with the other one later."

"Wow, you may be pretty, but you seriously need some help with your tact," Garcia said.

JJ just laughed. "I think I need to deal with the Will situation, so I'm out."

They both looked at me, and I turned to JJ. "You don't mind if I go, do you?" I asked.

"No, it's fine."

"Just call me if you need me, okay?" She nodded and said her goodbyes. Morgan and Garcia looked at me with eyebrows raised after she finally left. "What?"

"What?" Garcia asked. "Before you got on that elevator, the two of you looked like you were ready to kill each other. Now you're asking for her permission to go out with friends?"

I just shrugged my shoulders and rolled my eyes. "We worked some stuff out, that's all."

"So," Morgan said. "I assume it's safe to say that the love birds are flying again?"

"Shut the fuck up, Derek," I said, but I couldn't get the stupid grin off of my face as I walked out the door.