Emily grumbled as she sat herself down in the plastic chair she had been in for the past three days, her temper no longer able to keep itself hidden as her boredom continued to grow to a point she didn't know she had.

"Quit frowning."

The chocolate eyed woman looked up at the familiar voice, her gaze narrowing. "Quit snoring."

Jane gave a chuckle as she sat up in her hospital bed, making sure the pillow behind her wasn't sliding down towards her butt. "I can't help what I do in my sleep."

"And I can't help it if I'm bored out of my mind," she smiled cheekily.

The younger of the two women rolled her eyes. "We're in the same situation, Emily," she stated, running a hand through her hair. "I'm stuck here too."

Emily threw a glare in the Italian woman's direction, the fingers of her free hand gripping the arm of her chair. "Yet I seem to be the only one trying to get out it here!"

Jane sighed. "They brought us a case file and revised profile or Christina."

"Which is nothing that we didn't already know."

Looking over to the older woman, Jane threw her hands up into the air. "Then I don't know, Emily. I'm sorry but I really can't do anything about it until we're both healed."

Emily let out an aggravated sigh, looking away from the Italian woman as she tried her best to get comfortable in her chair.

Jane gave a small wince in time with the brunette that sat near her, hating to see the discomfort reading on her face as she moved around. "Why don't you just lay down, Emily? They bought you a cot, you're allowed to lay on it when you're not going to sleep."

The doe eyed agent sighed silently before shaking her head. "No I'm ok, I don't really feel like lying down at the moment." That wasn't necessarily a non-truth, the brunette shrugged to herself. If she were to lie down on the cot that were beside the hospital bed, she'd barely be able to see the Italian woman and talk to her.

"Are you sure? You want my bed?"

The corners of Emily's mouth curled up at the wink the younger woman sent her way, and she watched as she slowly moved herself over and pat the warm seat just beside her. "You're hurt," she nodded. "I'll stick to the chair, but thank you."

Jane let herself pout, a very cute and uncharacteristic pout for the Italian woman, as she looked to the other brunette. "You sure? We can discuss the parameters of our date."

Emily's eyes automatically brightened. "You want to talk about that?"

"Parameters?"

Both brunettes turned at the sound of a new voice, and the perfect sculpted brows of the injured FBI agent furrowing. "Can we help you?" she asked tightly, a frown on her face that only the person in the doorway could see.

JJ grinned, popping another gummi bear into her mouth. "Just thinking," she chuckled, "that she sounds a lot like you do, Em."

Emily was quick to turn herself back around and smile at the dark haired vixen she was falling for, and she nodded to her before standing. "May I?"

The younger woman bit back her smile, her eyes raking over the navy brat's figure as she got herself up onto the hospital bed. "So what were you thinking about for the day we get out of this holding cell?" she chuckled. "Just for knowledge, I prefer tulips."

Seeing the completely serious look on the detective's face, Emily let out a laugh. "Right, I'm the one who's supposed to get the flowers."

"Why would it be me? I thought I was paying."

Emily quickly held up a hand. "Whoa," she breathed, her eyes glaring fiercely into those of the younger woman. "We did not end that conversation."

Jane shook her head. "No, I think we did."

"Ladies," Dave interrupted, his hand tight on the door's handle. "Hate to interrupt your couple's quarrel, but the doctor said it's time to get you two out of here."

The FBI agent on the bed let out an appreciative moan, her good hand reaching out to share a high-five with the senior agent of her team. "Thank the Lord," she ground out, sitting herself up.

Jane's eyes crinkled as a laugh vibrated from her chest, watching her friend jumping beside her. "You get pretty excited," she husked, her eyes darkening on the brunette figure that turned to look her way. "I like that."

JJ rolled her eyes at the sight of her friend practically melting underneath the Italian detective's gaze, pulling the older woman up off of the bed. "That's enough eye sex. Everyone up and out."

Ten minutes later, Emily was following a limping Jane up the apartment steps, her hand on her back so she didn't topple over. "You good?"

Jane reluctantly nodded her head, lucky that the woman that she knew she was falling for couldn't see the wince she had every time she walked up another step. "Yeah," she grunted, holding her hand to her side.

The eldest of the BAU team stood before the pair just outside Jane's apartment door, taking his gun out of his holster. "You two wait here, alright?"

"Dave, I d-"

"Let me canvas," he stated strongly to the woman that had become a daughter to him. "Stay here."

Emily rolled her eyes as the older man and JJ bother went into the apartment, and she turned to woman at her side. "I apologize," she chuckled. "They're pretty protective."

The Italian detective could only shake her head. "They have good reason."

Watching as the younger woman's eyes widened, Emily could only part her lips enough to let out a gasp, feeling a cool barrel of a gun set against her temple.

"Walk," the stranger growled.