You Complete Me [Jemily]

Call Me [smut]

mature content! sexting, masturbation, phone sex, daddy kink

"Have a good day, babe"

"You too, blackbird"
— JJ's POV
I closed the door to Emily's car and walked through the doors at Quantico to the elevator. I hit the button for the sixth floor and breathed a sigh of relief when the doors closed. I smiled to myself, happy that Emily and I patched things up. I really do forgive her, and I truly believe that she feels bad for what she did. When I arrived at the BAU I walked over to my desk with a little more happiness in my step. I dropped everything on my desk and sat down, but immediately groaned when I saw Garcia in Hotch's office.

Reid walked up behind me, "Yeah, me too."

I whined, "Do we really have to have a case? Now?"

Morgan came up with his cup of coffee in hand, "What's so bad about 'now' blondie? Ohhhh, did you make up with Emily? Hoping to get home tonight for a little... hanky panky?"

"Yes, Emily and I are fine and... maybe... but I only share those details with Garcia!"

He held his hands up in a surrender motion, "All right, that's cool I get it... I'm glad you guys are okay, we all really like Emily"

Spencer agreed, "Yeah it's nice having someone else around to discuss anatomy with."

I sarcastically remarked, "Of course, Spence, I'm dating her purely for your own benefit"

Garcia walked out of Hotch's office toward us and broke the news, "Avengers, assemble! We're off, my fine furry friends!" I threw my head back and sighed. Garcia patted my shoulder, "Gonna miss Emily tonight?"

Morgan said under his breath, "Yes." I whacked him on the arm with the case file Garcia handed me and then headed to the roundtable room. Once we were all seated, she started presenting the case.

"Get your barf bags ready, my creatures, because these pictures are even more not pretty than usual. Clark Howard, killed last night in Wheeling, West Virginia, murder weapon left on the scene."

Morgan questioned, "Is that barbwire?"

"Indeed it is."

I observed, "Arranged to fit like a noose.... How do you wrap that into a noose?"

Garcia snickered, "My guess is the same way that porcupines make love: Very carefully."

Hotch furrowed his brows, "Yeah, but the tensile strength wouldn't allow you to tie it like rope."

Reid corrected, "It can if you're strong enough, which speaks to the unsub's physicality."

I sighed, "The fact that he twisted a head completely around speaks more to the unsub's physicality."

Morgan wondered, "It's a redundancy in the M.O., isn't it? The unsub to hang—"

Reid butted in, "Or decapitate."

"Yeah, or decapitate Clark Howard. The noose wasn't effective, so he kills him by hand."

Rossi asked, "Report says he's victim number two, who's victim number one?"

Garcia clicked the remote, "That would be Matthias Lee. Mr. Lee was killed when he was out hunting. He was caught in a bear trap. Accident, you say? I say no because the bear trap was launched from a makeshift projectile hidden inside a tree and it was also lined with barbwire, which is why Wheeling PD has invited us in."

About 10 hours later
I unlocked the door to my hotel room and trudged inside. My heels were kicked off one by one and my bag was dropped somewhere between the door and the bed. This case is one of the weirdest I've ever seen and we're dealing with some people that really push my patience, so I couldn't wait to strip from my clothes and jump in the shower to wash off this day. I tore my work clothes off and turned the water on. The heat immediately relaxed me and I felt virtually all the stress dissipate off my body. I dried off and covered myself in a layer of lotion for just a little more self care. I put my panties back on and one of Emily's oversized T-shirts and then hopped into the comfort of my bed. A few minutes went by while I was scrolling through my phone when I got a text from Emily.