"Guys, this is a bad one. And I know I always say 'this is a bad one', but I mean it- if anything ever classified as bad, it's this."
Hotch's mouth was a straight line. "Tell us what you have, Garcia."
The team was standing in a canopy tent outside the house, Garcia streaming to them live from the precinct. She had finally been able to sort through all the evidence boxes at the station.
"Well, I'm no Spencer Reid when it comes to deciphering paper records; normally my kind of dirt is the kind that jumps out at you screaming 'Here I am, pick me!'" She paused, losing her mocking tone and silly facial expression. "So I sat here and stared at it all and asked what would Spencer Reid do?"
"And?" Hotch was losing his patience.
Garcia hurried along, "Well, sir, Reid would say that since there isn't anything in the O'Connell's background that links them with the family from last week, and mom and dad were straight-edge-church-every-Sunday-no-monsters-in-the-closet type people, there had to be something that made each of these families unique. Something that drew them out to the unsub."
"We've already eliminated a racial or age bias," Emily chimed in. "One family was African American and one Caucasian; one family had one 16 year old daughter, the other two kids aged 7 and 9. The variables range too widely."
"Exact-amundo." Garcia confirmed. "Which is where my Reid brain started spinning. So I took all of the paper records that the town had from the last few weeks and cross-compared names and locations. And guess what I found?"
"I'm going to guess a connection?" JJ asked.
"Ten points to gryffindor! It turns out that Mr. O'Connell and Mr. Larraby were both stopped for speeding by the same officer."
"Well Garcia, that's not exactly earth-shattering. Two men speeding in the same town caught by the same guy?" Emily questioned.
"Hey! Don't doubt my brilliance! Ten points taken from Hufflepuff for backtalk!"
Emily rolled her eyes. "What else do you have connecting to Officer Radar Gun?"
Garcia glared through the screen. "I'm getting there, Ms. Impatient. Both patriarchs of the family didn't take their ticket too lightly; they joined an online chat group advocating for higher speed laws, as well as for proper justification for being pulled over."
"Huh?" Garcia had lost Rossi.
"Meaning that it was a room filled with pissed of testosterone because each member had been pulled over for speeding. Some took responsibility and said they should fight to get the laws changed to increase limits, while others- like Mr. Larraby and Mr. O'Connel- complained that the system was wonky and that they weren't really speeding."
Rossi turned into the team. "So are we thinking someone in the group?"
JJ squinted. "Pen, what officer was it that pulled over the victims?"
"Officer Bateman. Well, Sergeant Bateman, really. And from the few minutes I've spent with him here," Garcia glanced around, lowering her voice. "He's a real creep."
Rossi's eyes narrowed. "Oh, we know."
When the clock struck 2am and Emily started falling asleep in her chair, Hotch sent the team to their rooms for the night. JJ had her own across the hall from Emily, but Emily invited her in like the other didn't exist.
JJ didn't argue. Secretly, she'd been dreading this; after spending so many nights lying in Emily's arms, she just didn't want it to end.
"Need help with the bandage?" JJ asked, nodding towards the white gauze covering Emily's shoulder.
"No, I'm not going to shower until morning. It's such a pain in the ass to get this thing on and off, and I'm going to have to tomorrow anyway."
JJ smiled, setting her bag on top of one of double beds. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine." Emily said dismissively.
"Em, seriously. It's just you and me here." JJ took a step toward the brunette, caressing her face. Locking eyes with her, she asked once more, "How are you feeling?"
Emily hated being the center of attention. Yeah, her body hurt. It ached worse than she could ever remember it hurting. But complaining to JJ about it wasn't going to make it better, and it certainly wasn't going to make anyone think more of her. No, complaining just made people think less.
"I said I'm fine, Jen." Her tone turned cold.
Feeling the change in temperature, JJ retreated. She waited as Emily stripped down to her panties before claiming into bed. As the agent turned to flip the bedside light off, JJ slid her hand slowly under Emily's t-shirt; gently but forcefully, JJ pulled Emily's body into hers.
The motion caught Emily off guard, beyond her normal means of defense. JJ continued moving her hands, gliding them across the brunette's spine like a masseuse. Emily began to melt into the mattress, her body limp and in JJ's control.
"Then this won't feel good at all, will it?" Jennifer whispered in Emily's left ear, her fingers working through the knots in her neck. Emily's lips parted, a small moan escaping; she felt herself become wet at the feel of JJ's breath against her ear.
"That's what I thought." JJ moaned back, loving the feel of Emily's skin beneath her. "You needed this. You wanted this." She taunted provocatively.
Jj's hands kept exploring, motivated by the small gasps Emily would breathe or the trembles her body would respond with. And JJ couldn't have been more right; Emily wanted this, wanted to touch Jennifer in all the ways that JJ was currently doing. Emily wanted to flip the blonde on her back, rip the shorts off her sun-kissed thighs, and tear that black camisole to
Pieces. Emily wanted to explore every inch of Jennifer's body; she wanted to kiss her until there wasn't an inch of skin anywhere that had been missed. And she wanted her fingers so deep inside her that JJ screamed her name and collapsed in exhaustion against her, their bodies one. Yeah, JJ was right- Emily wanted this. But not just the massage.
"How's that?" JJ purred, still rubbing Emily's lower back.
The tension was becoming unbearable. At this rate, Emily was going to need three cold showers and a jog around the block. "I think you cured me." She mumbled, attempting to keep an even tone.
JJ smiled and unmounted herself from Emily's back, helping her to turn over so that the brunette was lying on her back instead of her stomach. "Almost done." JJ promised, reclaiming her position. She settled herself above Emily' body with her legs straddled against the agent's pelvis, her knees hugging Emily's hips. JJ leaned in closely, rubbing both sides of Emily's neck with her hands. She was careful not to touch the injured shoulder, but she massaged the remainder of Emily's upper torso.
Emily opened her eyes, her heart racing. "JJ, stop."
The blonde's hands didn't stop moving.
"Jen, please. Please, stop." This time, it came out a little more forcefully.
JJ hesitated, locking eyes with Emily. "Am I hurting you?"
Emily shook her head. "No, trust me, you're not. But please, I need you to stop before." She caught herself, letting her words trail off.
"Before what?" Her hands were on the mattress directly beside Emily's head, her body arched over Emily's abdomen. Their eyes were locked together.
"I haven't been completely honest with you, Jen. I'm sorry." Emily laid perfectly still, JJ still inches above her. She could feel the blonde's heat radiating between them.
"Go ahead, tell me." JJ nodded, pleading it was the same secret she had been harboring.
Emily remained quiet, the words stuck in her throat. Unconsciously, she cupped the back of JJ's neck with her good hand, running her fingers down Jennifer's spine. JJ shivered.
"Fuck it." JJ mumbled, collapsing against Prentiss. Her lips met Emily's with such ferociousness and urgency that she couldn't kiss the brunette hard enough. The two women's hands became a frantic tangle, their bodies colliding as one. "God, I want you, Emily." JJ moaned, tilting her head to give her partner free range to her neck.
Emily bit softy, feeling JJ's hips buck into hers in response. She made a trail with her lips from her neck to JJ's stomach, stopping at the waistband on the blonde's shorts. "Are you sure?" Emily lifted her head, resting her chin on Emily's abdomen.
JJ nodded, "Yes! Oh Emily, yes!"
Emily slid the panties from JJ's legs, slipping a finger into her as their lips reunited. JJ wrapped her legs around Emily's waist, her hips hungrily thrusting to the rhythm of Emily's fingers; her muscles tightened quickly, her core ready to explode. Emily eagerly place a thumb over JJ's hard clit, pumping it slightly to make the blonde overflow.
Emily's body rested between JJ's legs, and she could feel every movement; every thrust, every clenching of a muscle, every moan that vibrated the blonde's body- Emily could feel it. I'm turn, Emily rocked her own hips against JJ's, even with her own hand inside the Agent. Stars exploded around them both as their bodies gave way.
JJ collapsed, panting, dripping with sweat. Her silken hair was matted to her forehead, tangled from being pulled and massaged. " Emily…" she panted, looking up at her. "I love you. I've been in love with you all time and I don't want to pretend I'm not anymore. I won't. Because I'm in love with you, whatever that means."
JJ woke suddenly, started. The bed around her was soaked in sweat, the space between her legs wet from her dream.
Emily laid peacefully beside her, clutching the underside of JJ's pillow. She was still fully clothed.
JJ took another look at the sleeping woman and ran a finger across her palen cheek.
"Damn it!" She whispered, frustrated. It had all been a freaking dream. Emily had fallen asleep during the massage, and then JJ had dreamt this. "Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
Glancing at the clock, she knew she'd have to be up in a few hours anyway- she needed a run.
A/N: So... reactions? What did you all think? Don't shoot me! :P Predictions, suggestions? Stay tuned! ;)