The planets bend between us

Chapter 8

"It was good, okay?" Emily reiterated as Derek, Penelope, and JJ followed her around the bullpen. "Stop following me around!"

"But we need more details that it 'being good,'" Garcia replied in a fake voice, trying to copy Emily's unenthusiasm.

After Emily glared at the tech analyst, Morgan asked, "Can't you just tell us what you guys did? We just want to make sure you are being well taken care of."

"Believe me, I was taken care of fine. We had ice cream and dinner. And then we went to her place. Not a big deal."

Garcia and Morgan squealed in excitement. Emily couldn't help but see JJ's eyes darken. She tried to ignore the blonde for the rest of the conversation. She didn't even want JJ to feel jealous anymore.

"Ooh, Prentiss got laid. So, how was it?" Derek question, raising his eyebrow playfully.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Emily winked at him, smirked, and walked away. She saw Reid and darted toward him. "Ah, Spencer! How was your weekend? Good, I assume?"

Reid barely looked at her when he replied, "It was fine. I was able to read eight books this weekend. I also got to finally watch the new season of Doctor Who again! Okay, I only watched a few of my favorites, but still. I-"

"Pretty boy, please don't continue. Prentiss only asked you so that she could stop talking about her date," Morgan grinned at his partner.

"Oh," Reid replied, looking bummed. "Well, how was it?"

Emily sighed deeply and walked away to find Hotch. She thought he would stop this. She entered his office and sat down across from him.

Hotch raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you okay?"

"The team keeps following me around. Asking me about my date. I needed to get away from them. And I thought maybe you could tell them to quit it."

"Of course," Hotch replied as he looked through files. "I presume the date went well?"

Emily rolled her eyes. "Yes. It was great. Can we move on? Anyway, isn't there a case we should be working on?"

Before he could reply, Rossi knocked on the door and Emily and Hotch turned to look at the senior agent.

"Sorry to interrupt, but- ooh, Emily. How was the date?"

Emily harrumphed and jumped up to leave. She couldn't escape the questioning from anyone.

But before she could leave the room, Hotch said, "Wait, we're going to Roanoke. Tell the team."

"Roanoke?" Emily asked him slowly. "What's in Roanoke? What happened?"

"A case we solved four years ago. The UnSub woke up. From a coma. And he apparently doesn't have his memory."

"I can't believe that this hotel doesn't have enough rooms for each of us. We went through hell today," JJ murmured as she flopped on the queen size bed that she and Emily were supposed to share. She dug into the covers, her sporty pajamas already on her body.

Emily frowned, trying to not pick apart the blonde's words and infer what she thought it meant. She began to brush her teeth. She spit the toothpaste out of her mouth. She checked her clothes. All she had packed was her Edgar Allan Poe pajama set. She usually slept in a room by herself. She walked to the bed to find JJ reading a book. Emily sat on the bed awkwardly and checked her phone. Three messages.