Author's Note: Told you you'd get a quick update. And all I can say about this chapter is.. FINALLY. :)
Disclaimer: No, I haven't suddenly gained the rights to the show within the last two hours.
DO YOU FEEL ANYTHING?
Three days past with Morgan fetching and carrying for Emily, as well as slipping in random JJ related questions here and there, and that was three days too much for the brunette. She was becoming increasingly annoyed with him hovering around her, telling her what to eat, when to sleep, what to do – and thankfully she was beginning to regain her strength.
The knock at the door startled Emily from an already restless sleep. It's all good and well being told to 'get plenty of rest', but when your brain is buzzing constantly at what feels like a thousand miles an hour, how is that possible? She couldn't understand why her stellar compartmentalization skills were failing her right now.
Rolling over onto her left side, the knock came again and she groaned at the sound. "Morgan, will you get that?" Isn't this exactly why he's here? So I can rest?
The knocking sound filled the room once more and reluctantly she dragged herself out of bed, wrapped a dressing gown around herself and headed down the stairs. "Derek Morgan. I did not want you here in the first place. But if you're gona be here hovering around like a little old lady you could at least do your job." She grumbled the mini rant to herself as she descended the stairs, each step a little louder than necessary.
She looked through the peephole as she reached the door, and her brow furrowed at the young nerdy looking guy stood with a parcel. This better be good.
"Hi." She spoke as she opened the door, trying her best not to take her god awful mood out on the poor guy.
"Sign here please, Miss Prentiss." He said with a semi-sympathetic smile as he held a stylus and a small handheld computer out to a disheveled looking Emily.
Scribbling her signature in the small box provided, Emily took the package, thanked him, and headed back inside.
Before she'd even taken two steps, her stomach began to churn. The last package she had received resulted in her being shot and she had to remind herself that Sarah was behind bars. She hadn't actually thought about her until that point, and she'd be very happy if she didn't again for the rest of her life.
Placing the package on the counter, she pulled a knife from a nearby drawer and sliced along the line of tape. A sweet smell emanated from the packaging as she pulled the cardboard aside, and a small card came into her view.
"We know it's customary to send flowers when someone is sick, but since someone ruined flowers for all of us with her psycho lesbian stalker brain.."
A line of scribble making the last fifteen words barely legible told her that Garcia had written the first part of the message, and she smiled as she imagined both her and Morgan fighting over what is appropriate to write in a get well card, before reading the rest.
"but who doesn't love cake? We're thinking of you, Prentiss. Get well soon.
The team."
Smiling, Emily closed the card and laughed at the penguin on the front; only made better by its newly amended Glock and badge with "BADASS" written across it, both drawn in purple ink. She had some wonderful friends.
Dropping the card to the table, she reached inside the box and took one of the cupcakes – who said breakfast had to be healthy? – and headed upstairs to take a shower.
She took longer than usual in the bathroom, allowing the hot water to cascade over her body long after she was clean. Her scar was healing nicely - unfortunately, her brain wasn't. Each time she looked at it she thought of JJ. It was a constant reminder of how much she loved her, of the life she would gladly give for her – a constant reminder that that love was a one way street.
Never one to feel sorry for herself, Emily climbed out of the shower and dried off; heading to the bedroom once she'd finished to grab her phone to text Morgan.
Thank everyone for the cupcakes, they're amazing!
She was glad to be feeling back to her old self today. It still hurt to do certain things – attempting to wash her hair in the shower had been a feat – but she was getting back on track. She was so ready to be back at work.
Her phone buzzed as she opened her closet, looking for anything remotely comfortable to wear.
You already had one? It's barely even 9am. There's the Emily I know. ;)
Smiling, she replied quickly.
Yep. And oh look, I think I'll have another. You have only yourself to blame Morgan, if I put on 100 pounds and can't save your ass anymore.
She dressed herself rather awkwardly, though a lot better that she had been able to in previous days and turned to head downstairs before her phone buzzed again.
I'll let you have that one, but only because I'll probably be the one with a gunshot wound as soon as your other gift arrives..
Other gift? What? Sitting down on the bed now, Emily wrote back instantly. She had a bad feeling about this.
What other gift Morgan?
The thirty seconds it took him to reply seemed like forever as she sat twirling her phone between her thumb and index finger.
JJ's on her way over.
"Derek Morgan I am going to kill you!" She all but shouted the words as she threw the phone to her bed, pulled on a jacket and shoes and headed to leave her apartment. She wasn't exactly certain where she was going – anywhere that JJ wasn't.
Taking a second to check the peephole for any signs of the blonde, Emily rushed out of the door and hastily made her way to the elevator, still reeling from Morgan's text. Why the hell is she on her way over? And why, oh WHY, would he not stop her?
She ran her hand through her still damp hair as she waited for the elevator doors to close and winced slightly at the pain the sudden stretch had caused.
"You really need to be more careful, Emily." A hand slammed against the elevator doors, preventing it from closing.
The voice startled her and she looked up to find blue eyes staring back at her. Her eyes widened as her brain registered that she was in the presence of JJ and suddenly she felt trapped.
Her natural instincts kicking in, walls formed around Emily. Nonchalance etched its way across her face before she spoke, "If you're here to talk, you really don't need to bother. Let's just forget about it, eh?" As the words left her mouth, the brunette noticed the large brown envelope in JJ's hand.
"Are you fucking serious Emily? You honestly think I'd come over here willingly after the other day?" The words, as well as the tone they were spoke in, stung. "And if Morgan hadn't been busy then I wouldn't be here at all."
You are so dead, Morgan. Emily thought to herself once again, and words failed her in that instant - she was mortified with embarrassment at her assumption, but mostly she was hurt and angry.
Before she had chance to even try to form a sentence, JJ interrupted her, "Hotch needs you to sign these papers so he can get them to Strauss. So please do it so I can leave."
Reaching out a hand for the papers, still lost for words even slightly relevant to the emotions swirling through her brain, Emily asked, "Pen?"
JJ watched her for a few seconds, incredulous to the fact that Emily really had nothing to say, before shaking her head and pulling one from her pocket and handing it to her.
The three seconds it took for Emily too sign the signature areas were excruciatingly awkward. The air was thick with tension and emotion, and neither one of them seemed to be willing to do anything about it.
"Here."
JJ's eyes locked with Emily's. Do you feel anything?
Shaking her head and breaking eye contact, she stepped forward to grab the papers from her hand, causing the elevator doors to close. "Shit."
"What's the big deal? You're leaving anyway right?"
JJ's saw red at the brunette's words. "What the big deal?" She slammed the emergency stop button. "I'll tell you what the big deal is Emily. I spent six straight days in that room with you. Not because I felt I had to, but because I wanted to. And for what? For you to treat me like a stranger? Why the hell would I now want to spend the next thirty seconds in another enclosed space with you?"
"Jayj-"
"No, you're gona listen to me." Emily found herself suddenly turned on by JJ's anger. "You haven't spoken a word to me since you woke up. Not one damn word. Nine days ago you were oh so in love with me. But that was all part of your game wasn't it?"
Emily rolled her eyes and scoffed at JJ's last words. She's one to talk.
"Seriously Em. That's all you have? Do you even feel anything? Do you-"
JJ was cut off by lips crushed against hers, by the force of her back meeting the bar surrounding the elevator, by the emotions that suddenly formed as a lump in her throat. She whimpered, fighting back her anger, her pain, her love for this god damn infuriating woman.
"Do you-" She tried in vain to get her words past her lips, but the brunette's mouth on hers was relentless. "Do-" She very nearly gave in, but she needed an answer. Grabbing a fist full of Emily's hair and pulling her head slightly, she finally got out, "Do you feel anything?"
Emily's impossibly darker eyes locked onto JJ's. She was scared, terrified even. She still didn't have an explanation for the words JJ had exchanged with Sarah, but she wanted, needed, to feel the blonde – even if it would be the last time. "I'll show you what I feel."
Author's Note 2: So the part that is supposed to be scribbled out on the card? I'd actually tried to use strike-through there but FanFiction was having none of it. That would be why it may not make sense.