In the conference room they will be using, JJ offers to help Garcia get set up, since that will mostly entail the liaison sitting and doing nothing. No one argues with her.
As Reid stretches out a map along one wall, Morgan walks up beside him.
"Whoa. That's a lot of ground to cover."
"Denali is six million acres of wild land, bisected by one ribbon of road. It also includes Mt McKinley, North America's highest peak. You can hike, camp—"
"Reid, I get it. You read the literature. I'm just saying it's a lot of ground to cover to figure out where this guy is, where he's going to strike next, and do it all before tomorrow."
Reid stares at the map a moment, then nods. "You're right." He looks over at Garcia. "Garcia, do you know if that program I asked you to run is finished yet?"
"I need about another 5 minutes, Boy Wonder, then I can let you know." She glances at JJ, who is lying back in her chair, an arm across her eyes. "I'm pretty much a one woman show over here."
Reid just smiles, feeling bad that JJ had to take the small plane.
Emily starts to tack pictures and preliminary information on the victims to a corkboard. When the team arrived, they had been given pictures of the women before they had been killed. All women are brunettes with brown eyes. All single. All in jobs that could be considered "men's careers". And two had been gay. As she finishes with the board, she turns and sees everyone except JJ staring at her. She straightens her posture and glares at each man in turn.
"The next person that gives me the 'Gee, Emily could be next so we better protect her' look will get a lesson in hand-to-hand combat he won't soon forget."
Wisely, all go back to what they had been doing. She hears laughter behind her. Turning she comes face to face with another brown-eyed brunette. The woman extends her hand.
"I don't know who you are but I like you already," she says with an open smile.
Emily chuckles. "SSA Emily Prentiss."
"I'm Cheryl Runningwater, superintendant of this station. I'll be your hostess for what I hope is a very short visit."
Emily smiles. "We hope the same thing. Let me introduce you to the team. This is our unit chief, Aaron Hotchner." He walks over to shake the newcomer's hand. "These are SSA's Derek Morgan, Dave Rossi, Dr Spencer Reid, and Jennifer Jareau. And our technical analyst Penelope Garcia."
Cheryl nods to each person in turn. "I'm really glad you all are here. I hate the bureaucratic bullshit that kept you all from being called in after the first woman was found. I really hate politics."
Emily laughs and lays a hand on Cheryl's arm. "A woman after my own heart." JJ had removed her arm when she had first heard Cheryl address Emily. When she saw the look Cheryl gave Emily, and Emily's hand on the new woman's arm, the green of sickness had turned to the green of jealousy. She hasn't even realized she's made a sound until Garcia turns to look at her.
"Geez, Jayje," Garcia whispers. "Jealous much?"
"Shut up, Garcia. I'm not jealous."
"Right. That's why you growled at the hottie in the green uniform?"
"I didn't growl. I just…my stomach is still upset and…oh just shut up."
JJ gets up and leaves the room to try to find something to drink. She shoots a glance towards Emily. The profiler, the chief, and Morgan are looking over the victim board trying to fill in any new pieces to the puzzle the chief might have. When she sees the chief put a hand on Emily's shoulder and point towards one of the victims, JJ's stomach does another flip. She rolls her eyes, having an angry conversation with herself.
"You're just sick, JJ. Get over it. Emily is not flirting with that woman." She looks back over her shoulder and sees Morgan has gone off to talk to Reid. Emily lays a hand on the chief's arm again, nodding at something she is being told. This time JJ can't deny it. She walks into the bathroom and leans on the sink, staring at herself in the mirror. "Fuck. I am jealous. I'm just going to blame the sickness and missing Henry. And then tonight I'm going to tell Emily in no uncertain terms to stop flirting unintentionally with that woman. Yeah, 'cause that's real mature, Jen."
A few minutes later, Emily walks in. "Jen? You okay?"
JJ turns and looks at Emily. Her eyes scan her fiancé from head to toe, taking in the beauty before her. Emily sees the almost predatory look in JJ's eyes and is very confused.
"Jen?"
JJ walks over and pushes Emily back against the door, giving her a long, passionate kiss. As it ends, Emily is visibly aroused and standing on weakened legs.
"You're mine, Emily Prentiss. Don't you dare forget it."
Not really sure what just happened but knowing she liked it, Emily can only nod. "Right. Of course. No doubt at all."
JJ nods, satisfied. She moves Emily out of the way and leaves the baffled profiler alone in the restroom. Emily shakes her head to clear it.
"Damn. How the hell do I work the rest of the day after that?"
She splashes some cold water on her face and heads back to the conference room to get her assignment for the day.