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JJ was always observant of her surroundings. It's one of the skills that made her an excellent profiler.
So when JJ saw you walk out of the supply room one afternoon followed by Emily leaving a minute later from that same supply room, she decided something was up. She has watched you and Emily closely since then.
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It’s one of those rare days that the team had no active case but there was a lot of backlogs on the reports and other paperworks so Emily distributed them on the team asking for help. The team willingly helped her (with the bribe of dinner and drinks later this week).
The lingering touch of your hand on Emily’s hand when she handed you some folders didn’t get past JJ’s sharp eyes.
She decided now was a good time to start her plan. She stood up and walked over to your desk. “Y/N, can I ask you for advice?” JJ asked, sitting on your desk. Emily looked at JJ too.
“Yeah, sure. What’s it about?” You answered with a smile.
JJ rubbed the back of her neck and stretched her back. “Don’t you have a background in physical therapy?”
“Yeah, I did rehab medicine for like a year then I got bored of it.” You chuckled, wincing at the reminder of your decisions. “Why’d you ask, JJ? Do you need one? I still know -”
“No, no…” JJ rubbed your arm up and down. “I was wondering if you still know what could be causing this stiff neck I was having lately. Right here,” She dragged your hand on the back of her neck.
Emily watched the exchange between you and JJ and couldn’t help the small fire starting inside her.
“Must be your sleeping position. Do you know how bad your sleeping and sitting positions are, especially on the jet?” You let out a ‘tsk’ sound as you shook your head, still oblivious to the way Emily was looking back and forth between the both of you.
JJ wasn’t letting your hand go, now she was holding your hand on her lap. “A good massage would cure this. Do you want to go to a spa with me tomorrow night? My treat.” JJ winked at you, grinning.
There was a small kick at the back of your foot and you realize Emily hasn’t left yet. She was clenching her jaw.
“I-I’m sorry, I can’t. I have plans, JJ.”
JJ’s grin turned into a pout. “Such a shame. I was hoping I could finally see that tattoo on your back.”
“You have a tattoo?” Spencer spinned around in his chair, curiously turning to your table upon hearing what JJ said. “What is it?”
“Nothing.” You quickly dismissed the questions. “Let’s all get back to work, shall we?”
The squeeze that JJ gave your shoulders didn’t get past Emily’s scrutinizing eyes. She asked you to follow her to her office and bring the folders she just handed you. You followed her without a question.
Emily closed the door to her office, almost like a slam but not quite. “So, what’s that?”
“What’s what?” You asked, confused about what she wanted to know. “My tattoo? You’ve seen it.”
“Don’t play dumb.” Emily rolled her eyes, back leaning against the desk. “JJ was clearly flirting with you.”
“She was?” You frowned, thinking. “She was always friendly.”
Emily shook her head, biting her lower lip for a second. “Not like that. She’s not usually this touchy.”
“Well,” You cleared your throat. “Don’t think too much about it now. It’s fine.”
Emily didn’t think more of it for now and dismissed you to your desk.
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It has been happening a lot lately. You sleeping over at Emily’s apartment.
You let out a loud yawn, gently rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you enter the kitchen. The smell of bacon made your stomach grumble and the scent of brewing coffee filled your nose. You saw Emily in her adorable peach robe, busy making an elaborate breakfast on the counter. You shuffle behind her, pressing up close to her back and wrapping your arms around her waist.
“Good morning,” You greeted her, pressing a small trail of kisses on her neck. “How did you sleep?”
“Like a log.” Emily smiled. She slightly leaned her back onto your body, feeling like she might just fall asleep again snuggled up against you. “Breakfast is ready.”
“And she cooks.” You said cheerfully, grabbing two mugs and pouring a freshly brewed coffee for both of you. “Thank you, my love.” You gave a quick peck on the lips before sitting beside her.
“Eat up. We have to be at the office in 30.”
“We’ll shower together to save time. Then you’ll drive. You can be a reckless driver.” You teased, chewing on the food. Emily glared at you, knowing all too well that you’re right but not enjoying the fact that you are. “Remember that you love me.”
“Not when you’re so smug.” She gave you a deadpan look, before cracking and smiling lightly upon seeing the little bruises that scattered your neck and shoulder.
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You both got to work on time. Emily got in the elevator first and you got into the next one to make it less suspicious.
Emily was just about to enter her office when you stepped out of the elevator. You pushed past the glass doors and said hello to everyone. Reid offered you a cup of coffee and you accepted it wholeheartedly.
Meanwhile, JJ had a knowing look in her eyes as she watched you and Emily over the top of her computer screen, but kept quiet for a moment and pretended to work, waiting to see if she could catch any more ‘suspicious’ activity between the both of you like how you always arrived two minutes later after Emily did for the past few weeks now.
To put her plan in motion, JJ sat on your desk, asking you random questions that weren’t work-related at all like if you saw the latest episode of the same TV show that you were watching, or if you listened to the latest album release of Taylor Swift.
You couldn’t help glancing at the distracting way she was alternating her thighs as she sat in front of you.
From her office, Emily could see the whole thing. JJ was sitting on your desk and how your eyes sometimes fell on JJ’s thighs that were barely covered by her skirt. A small twinge of jealousy flared inside Emily’s chest but she tried to tamp it down and not feel that way. JJ was a friend and coworker after all, and there’s no way that she or you would do anything more, especially in the workplace. She took a deep breath, attempting to calm herself down and not let her mind run away with unnecessary thoughts.
That was the plan until Emily saw JJ rubbing your shoulders and arms. The sight made a small frown cross her lips, and that twinge of jealousy in her chest grew slightly bigger. She kept her expression composed as she watched from the corner of her eye, still attempting to not let her worries get to her but slightly failing as she noticed JJ getting more touchy with you.
Emily felt like she was about to lose it. Her jaw clenched slightly and her fist accidentally crumpled a piece of paper as she watched JJ wipe the coffee stain off your chin. That twinge of jealousy flared and turned into a blazing fire burning in her chest as she saw JJ’s touch being so close to your mouth.
Emily’s eyes widened in surprise as JJ accidentally spilled some coffee onto your shirt. A flash of annoyance flickered across her face. Although she still held the expression at bay, her annoyance was quickly becoming more evident as she saw you follow JJ out of the bullpen and away from her line of sight. The roaring fire in her chest was getting bigger and bigger.
Emily’s fists clenched tightly at her lap as she saw you come back wearing JJ’s shirt. The sight of it only made her feel more annoyed.
She felt her annoyance growing by the second as you approached her office.
“Hey, do you want coffee? I can get you some at the break room.” You said in your usual cheery voice.
“You look ridiculous.” Emily spat without even looking at you, pretending to read the reports in her table.
You frowned, eyebrows furrowing. You took a quick look at your shirt. There was nothing wrong with it. “Huh?”
Emily stood up, closing the blinds of her office, sensing that this conversation might be long and need privacy.
She finally looked at you. “Well, you’re walking around looking absolutely ridiculous in that shirt. You could have just taken it off rather than walking around looking like a fool.” Her voice was bitter and sarcastic now, clearly agitated by your current appearance that screamed I’m with JJ!
“JJ spilled coffee on me.” You reasoned.
She rolled her eyes, her mood growing more agitated as she listened to your excuse for your outfit. “You just had to put on her shirt. Why didn’t you just take it off, huh?”
“You want me to walk around topless? I don’t think people would approve.”
“I never said you should walk around topless. I said to take the damn shirt off since you already look ridiculous in it.” Emily let out an annoyed huff, glaring at you. She couldn’t help but think you looked like you’re parading around with JJ by wearing her shirt, and that did nothing but stoke the blazing jealousy inside her.
“What’s exactly wrong with it? It’s comfy. I’ll change later if I really look so ridiculous.” You said, still oblivious why Emily was suddenly acting like this. “JJ said I looked good in it.” You whispered, mostly to yourself, but Emily heard it.
She let out a small scoff, rolling her eyes at your words. Your statement only made her feel more aggravated. Her hands gripped the armrest of her chair, jaw clenching as the jealousy burned like wildfire inside of her. “Oh, of course. You always do what JJ says, huh?”
“Wh - what?”
Her eyes narrowed, voice cold as she responded to you, “You always do what JJ says. She says you should wear the stupid shirt, she says you look good in it so you take the compliment, she says anything and you do it without question. Isn’t that right?”
Emily never felt possessive or jealous like this before, but she was feeling it now and she couldn’t exactly control it.
You took a step closer to Emily. “It’s just a shirt, Em.”
She scoffed loudly and rolled her eyes again. “Of course it’s just a shirt. But it’s a shirt from JJ, and that’s what matters, right? You’d rather have anything that she gave you rather than something from me ?”
So that’s what it was. It finally clicked into your thick skull.
Without saying a word, you took off the shirt, leaving you in your bra.
Emily’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of you taking your shirt off, revealing your bra and making her feel slightly flustered. Her eyes darted across your figure before snapping back up to your face. She swallowed thickly, quickly trying to regain composure, crossing her arms in front of her chest and still glaring. “Well, are you happy now? Because I’m sure JJ must love seeing you standing around in your bra.”
You let out an exasperated groan. “I wear it, you complain. I take it off, you complain. What am I supposed to do?”
“I want you to dress like a professional. A bra is not a proper attire and I can’t have you parading around the office in only that while everyone can see you. It’s embarrassing.”
“God,” you sighed. You quickly put the shirt back on.
As Emily sees you put the shirt back on, she felt satisfied that you were no longer standing around half naked. “Good. I don’t want you half naked out in the open where absolutely anyone can see you.” Emily walked closer to you, pulling the hem of the stupid shirt. “You’re mine and that’s enough. I don’t want JJ or any other agent getting any ideas.” She muttered under her breath in a bitter grumble.
You let out a small laugh. “Is this what this is about? You want to stake your claim on me?”
“What else do I need to say to get through that thick skull of yours?”
Emily was caught off guard by the quick peck on the lips that you gave her. “You look cute when you’re jealous.” She rolled her eyes again. You wrapped your arms around her waist, pulling her close. “You know I love you, right?”
Emily nodded shyly, not meeting your eyes.
“You know I love you and only you, right?” You asked again, lifting her chin, forcing her to look you in the eyes.
“I know.”
“I was never not yours, Emily.” You reassured her, brushing your hand on her forearm, squeezing it lightly.
And in an instant, the wildfire in Emily’s chest started to die.
And when you got home that night, Emily shoved you on the couch and ripped JJ’s shirt from your body. You hoped JJ would forgive you. Or Emily.
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As usual, Emily was just about to enter her office when you got out of the elevator. You walked to your desk with a cup of coffee in hand and your handbag on the other.
JJ’s eyes roamed over you and the dark green turtleneck you were wearing, taking in your appearance before sitting on your desk and greeting you. “Morning, hot stuff. I like the turtleneck.”
“Uh, thanks. I just bought it.” You felt your cheeks warming up.
“It suits you.” Luke commented with a cocky smirk on his face, taking a sip from his mug as his eyes roamed over you in that intense, curious way he did with everything he investigated. But this time the look held a hint of teasing to it, his eyes slowly going over you as if he could look past the turtleneck to see the hickeys you were obviously hiding.
“Stop staring, guys. Seriously.” You said, the blush on your face intensified.
“Why? You can’t handle it, hot stuff ?” Luke smirked again before taking another sip of his coffee. JJ tried to hide her chuckle behind her own mug.
You shot him a glare and he only chuckled. You turned to JJ for backup. “JJ, make him stop.”
“I’m telling Prentiss to move your desk way over there so when Garcia gets out of her lair, you’ll be the first person she sees.” It was your turn to smirk, watching Luke suddenly tensed a bit at your words, a hint of color appearing on his face.
“Looks like you still have it bad for our sexy tech analyst.” You teased, eyes twinkling as you challenged him to say something to refute it.
Luke shot you both a sarcastic look, his eyes narrowing with slightly annoyed defiance at the teasing.
You and JJ did a high five, watching the way Luke’s ears slightly reddened and the way the color rose on his cheeks in a blush as he walked away.
When JJ stood up to get back to her desk, one of her heels broke causing her to stumble and somehow landed heavily on your lap, her hands grasping at your shoulders and steadying herself as she fell onto you with a stunned look on her face.
“You okay?” You asked JJ, worried that her ankle might have been sprained or something.
JJ stared at you for a moment before the stunned look on her face was replaced with a smirk. She stared down at you with her arms around your shoulders and her face inches from yours, a teasing smile on her lips as she replied, “Oh, I’m perfect. You’re not a bad cushion, I’ll admit.”
You felt a tightness in your throat. Not because of JJ on your lap, but because of Emily glaring from her office.
“Y-you should get up, JJ.”
“Why? I’m comfortable.” JJ whispered huskily, trailing her fingers along your shoulders and gently squeezing them.
“I … we should …”
JJ’s eyes suddenly widened as she saw Emily step out of her office, watching as Emily’s gaze immediately landed on her. JJ stayed put in your lap and you remained sitting, frozen and frankly scared.
“JJ, come on. Prentiss is h-here.” You said, trying to mask the stutter on your voice. Your heart started beating rapidly as Emily stared angrily.
A smug smile continued to spread on JJ’s face as she continued sitting still. “She definitely doesn’t look happy, right, hot stuff?” Her fingers trailed on the back of your neck.
“I … “ You finally pushed JJ up when Emily stepped back into her office.
Emily had just gotten into her office when you came jogging quickly to her, slightly breathless as you reached her office. You saw her looking down at her desk with her knuckles on it and a fierce, possessive look on her face, almost looking like a predator about to pounce. Jealousy and possessiveness were consuming her mind as she replayed in her head the sight of JJ sitting on your lap.
“Emily, it’s not what you think.”
Emily was silent for a moment, her eyes still fixed on the desk, her fists clenched on top of it, anger and jealousy swirling in her eyes as the image replayed in her head over and over. Her chest was rising and falling in sharp breaths of anger.
You were scared to say something but you tried, even stuttering. “E-Em, i-it wasn’t …”
She was silent for a moment more before she finally looked up to you as you nervously stumbled over your words. Her burning, jealous eyes roamed over you.
“I-I’m sorry.”
“Tell me I’m the only one allowed to touch you. Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you belong with me.” Emily finally spoke, rising from her desk and stalking over to you, eyes burning intensely as she prowled towards you.
“You’re the only one allowed to touch me. I’m yours. I belong with you.” You told her confidently, without stuttering, and truthfully.
“Damn right.”
Emily was about to kiss you when a knock interrupted her plans. She growled under her breath, her body tensing as her eyes darkened and she glared at the door. “Come in.”
As if to make things worse for you, it was JJ who came in.
You stared at the two women having a stare down. Emily’s hand reached possessively around your waist.
JJ ignored Emily’s heated stare as she turned to you. “I like my shirt better on you.” She sauntered towards you and pulled the hem of your turtleneck.
You could feel Emily tightening her grip on your waist, yanking your body against hers and away from JJ.
“Relax, Emily.” JJ said, letting out a small laugh.
You swallowed before taking a deep breath. “I-I think we should … all calm down and … t-talk.”
Emily’s breathing was still heavy but it slowed slightly at your words, her body still pressed firmly against yours.
But JJ only smirked at your stuttering words, staring down at you with amusement as she cocked an eyebrow. “Am I touching what’s yours, Emily?” JJ’s finger trailed on your stomach. “You really shouldn’t leave your toys hanging around so nicely. Somebody might take them.”
“JJ.” Emily growled possessively at JJ's taunting words, her fingers digging deeper into your hip, her eyes burning dark and fiercely possessive at the idea of someone trying to take you from her.
“JJ, I’m with Emily. I’m Emily’s girlfriend.”
Emily’s eyes widened slightly in stunned surprise at your sudden admission, before a flicker of smile tugged at her lips, warmth and affection replacing the burning jealousy filling her eyes.
Then, out of nowhere, JJ burst out laughing and Emily furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and annoyance.
“Come on, Emily. I’m just trying to get you guys to admit this. You really don’t think I would steal your girl, right?”
Emily’s eyes widened in surprise as JJ suddenly pulled her into a hug, her body tensing at the sudden contact, but then slowly relaxed into it, and hugged JJ back.
“You … are evil, Jennifer Jareau.” You let out a deep breath, finally the tightness on your throat and chest were gone.
“I’ll get you back for this, JJ.” Emily mumbled on JJ’s ear before pulling back to which earned a laugh from the blonde.
“I’ll see you guys later. And you!” JJ pointed at you. “You better take care of my friend or I will kick your ass.”
You gave her a salute and a smile.