2 months later

JJ's POV

Things between me and Will were smooth and steady. He definitely tries to be a real gentleman about everything. The way he would open doors, and pull out chairs for me. Always trying to be a step ahead of me when I needed something. But slowly that initial puppy love started to disintegrate. He was a nice enough fellow and had a charm of sorts, but I felt my attraction toward him begin to falter. I felt the reasons for wanting to be with him slipping away. And as I reminisced about the gestures he always did, my mind wandered as I began to think of someone who also has been doing the same.

I'm not sure when it started, and perhaps it couldn't be helped. With me spending all my time with Will and Garcia recently hooking up with Kevin, Emily had started to become eerily super efficient at everything. Even at tasks she didn't used to like doing, like paperwork. With no more 'girls only' nights out, Emily seemed to engulf all her said energy at work, so much so that it was like she was reading everyone's minds.

Before I would even realize it, she always had a coffee on my desk at my usual coffee run time, before I even had a chance to thank her, she would be next door skimming through another file. After intense public statements with the press, she would have a bottle of water, lid loosened and sliding into my hand before I realized how dry my throat ways. Her paperwork, which I usually would have to chase her down for, is always complete, alphabetized and sticky noted to death before I return from lunch everyday.

Come to think of it, I've been getting home at decent times as of late. Even the top left drawer of my desk, which I normally bump into and bruise myself on daily basis after lunch is shut. 'Did Emily do all this?' It was 10 min before lunch and as I thought of her, I approached the window of my office that overlooked the bull pen. I searched for her form expecting to see her hunched over her desk desperately trying to finish up work like she did before. She wasn't there.

I scanned the break area quickly and the across the faced of the people still clearing their own desks before heading out. I found her walking by the vertical files, there was an intern that was having issues with one of the drawers. Emily touched the girls hand, and I watched as she said something to her. A pang of jealousy arose within me as I watched her open the cabinet for her. The girl smiled back at her thanking her, she nonchalantly nodded at her, shouted something to Derek and Reid, as she continued her way out the door.

I felt myself unconsciously frown, and I watched surprised as Derek and Reid got ready for break, dropping off files at Emily's desk before leaving. 'Did she offer to do that?' Pouting my lips, I stepped back to my desk and got ready to leave for lunch as well. Taking a glance at the clutter on my desk, my stomach expressed a loud grumble. I decided to just leave it until after I got back. I opened the top left drawer, grabbing my wallet, going through the habitual motion of forcefully pushing it close, it slid close and popped back open slightly, I made a mental note of it as I raced out the door with everyone else.

After lunch

I returned a little earlier than usual, thinking of the large pile of files in my out bin that I had to distribute before everyone came back from lunch. The bullpen was still empty, but the click of the door to my office caught my attention. Emily walked out, gently closing the door behind her. I noticed she carried a large stack of files. I frowned as I watched her deliver the files accordingly to Rossi and Hotch's door, then proceeding to split the case files among the other desks.

I pulled open the doors to the bullpen. I cleared my throat as I approached her desk, where she had already settled herself. She didn't seem to acknowledge me as she furrowed her brow, she looked intensely focused on the case in front of her.

"Hey," I squeaked trying to get her attention. She quickly glanced up at me, "hey," she acknowledged me, a slight smirk in the corner of her mouth, then went back to looking at the case file. "uh,…thanks….for handing out the files" I forced a smile on my face and leaned over a bit trying to get a better look at her. She seemed to pause after my comment. My heart was fluttering, ' why was I so nervous talking to her' she looked like she was thinking, I could see her eyes shift quickly, like she was arguing internally with herself and I caught myself thinking about how beautiful she was as my eyes grazed her features, focusing on her lips as she bit her lower lip out of habit. I couldn't help but think that she was pretending to busy herself, and that she was forcing herself to not look at me. I frowned. "No problem, I know how busy it gets, and I pass by everyone's desk anyway" her pen flurried away as she proceeded on with work.

My attention was broken and I turned around as a loud gaggle of people started to make their way back into the office. I turned back to Emily, but she had disappeared out of her chair, looking around I noticed she had made her way to the break room. Sighing I walked back to my own office. As I opened the door I noticed the neat pile of files in the in box, my drawer was closed, my chair was pulled out slightly and inclined ready to be sat in, and a steaming cup of coffee was awaiting on the center of my desk next to the clutter of files I had abandoned earlier.

And that's how it was, for the following weeks whenever we weren't out on a case, these thoughtful gestures would continue. I would go home, on time, and Emily would be gone 5 min before every break and day end.