Jemily One Shots

Another Wedding?

They were fighting.

In the bullpen at Quantico.

Again.

"Jemily fighting again?" Morgan casually leans on the desk next to Reid, who is currently hunched over some book. 

"It appears so," he answers, not really paying attention. In the distance you can hear yelling and the clicking of JJ's heels.

The entire team, and a few other agents were scattered around the bullpen. The team had just gotten back from a case in California that had ended happily, well as happily as it could. JJ had rushed into the unsub's house alone to save the victim before backup arrived. She ended up having to shoot the suspect, but in the end she saved the life of a teenage girl. The team could tell that Emily was mad at JJ and there was a little (okay, a lot) of tension between the two agents. Everyone, the team and the other agents, all knew what was coming. 

And well, if the approaching bickering were any indication... 

"I had it covered!"

"Yes, because an armed psychopath with a hostage and you running into a house blind was you having it covered, clearly."

"I saved that girl's life today, Em. Jealous you didn't get to?"

"It isn't about that and you know it," Emily said through gritted teeth. Morgan sees Hotch stride in, obviously going in for an attempt to pacify the women.

"Come on, Prentiss, JJ is more than capable in the field and at apprehending those types of unsubs. She saved the day, you kn-"

"Butt out of this, Aaron." Emily grits out, too busy staring JJ down to even spare her boss a glance. 

"Sorry?" Hotch almost scoffs, shocked at how easy he was brushed aside. He was tempted to pull rank and use the 'I'm the Unit Chief, here.' card, if he was being honest.

"No, Hotch is right," JJ points out, "I did save the day. Time for you to acknowledge that the both of us are just as capable as the other. And if saving the day means getting in the line of fire, then so be it."

"This isn't about you being incapable-"

"Then tell me what exactly is it about?"

Emily licks her lips, swallows and JJ braces herself for another retort but instead she fixes her with a stare that only Emily reserves for the unsubs and coolly states, "You are not to go out in the field alone anymore and that's final."

She turns to walk out but JJ's temper just skyrocketed tenfold. 

"Wow. You did not just say that to my face." There was something in the way that Jennifer Jareau's voice dropped that made Emily turn around. FBI agents are openly watching on now, not even bothering at subtlety anymore. The two women fighting in front of the agency certainly haven't tried subtle at all. 

"Let's make something clear here, Prentiss," JJ fumed, "This is my life and I get to call the shots. You don't get a say in what I decide to do or not to do. Who the hell do you think you are?"

"I don't have a say? Damn, sorry my mistake. Forgive me for thinking that me sharing a last name with you means a cent to you as much as it does to me. You're right, who the hell am I anyway? Sorry for wanting to keep you alive."