Hope for the Hopeless [Jemily]

Partition

"Why don't you stay at my place tonight?"

— JJ's POV
My expression suddenly turned really serious, like I didn't believe Emily's suggestion, and I stood up more alert, "Really? You're sure?" She nodded. "I'd like that." She kindly took my purse for me, so I wouldn't have to use my frail arm to carry anything, and escorted me downstairs to her car. I whistled when she opened the door for me, "Woah. Nice ride. I feel so fancy."

She chuckled and faked a posh accent, "Please have a seat, Mademoiselle Jareau."

"Thank you, Mademoiselle Prentiss." The interior of her car was so polished and proper, it almost looked new. She climbed into the driver's side and I joked, "Do you ever even use this car?"

"Of course. Although it isn't my favorite."

"How many cars do you have?"

She nonchalantly said, "Four," as she started the ignition.

"Emily, why do you need four cars?"

"Because they're cool." Classic Emily response. She put the car in reverse and started to back out, putting her hand on the back of my headrest and turning around to look out back. Something about that move really makes her seem irresistible. Wait. What are you doing, JJ? It's just Emily. Your friend Emily. Your friend Emily. That's all. That's all she wanted, right? Right. Ugh, but look how good she looks with her hands gripping the steering wheel. Big, bulging veins teasing the surface of her skin. Emily makes driving with one hand look so damn easy. And so damn attractive. The way she puts her palm flat against the edge of the wheel to turn— that could make me fall apart right there. "Jenniferrr?"

I shook my head out of my daze and looked at Emily's face instead of her hands, "Huh?"

"You okay? I asked how your arm was?"

"O-Oh uh... Yeah it's all right. Not too bad right now."

"I have some gauze and wraps at home."

"You find yourself getting cut up a lot?"

"Habit of the job."

"You haven't gotten hurt yet though? And you came from a desk job?"

She avoided eye contact with me and smiled, "I'll just let you believe that."

"You didn't come from a desk job?"

"I've been busy since you last saw me, let's just leave it at that." Curiouser and curiouser.

"O-Okay. Whatever you say." Emily lived in urban DC, so the ride from Quantico was about 45 minutes this time of night. I was anxious to see where she was living now. We pulled up to a large house in Palisades, an area I was familiar with because Georgetown wasn't far south. My eyes widened when she pulled up on the street and parked in front of her place, "Woah. You live here? This whole place is yours?"