Hope for the Hopeless [Jemily]

Dying Patience

August 10, 2007
— Emily's POV
It's been exactly one week since I was shot, and I've been happily back at work in the BAU for about three days now. My leg is barely causing me any trouble, which I've been particularly chuffed about given the conversation JJ and I had last week. I love how accepting she was, and I can't say that her anticipation wasn't equally flattering. Around lunchtime I felt her hands slide over my shoulder as I worked at my desk. I chuckled, "Hi, JJ."

"Hey, baby. Wanna grab some lunch with me and Pen? We're going to Graziano's downtown."

"Damn, Italian. Wish I could tag along. I still have a shit ton of work to catch up with since my leave."

JJ whined, "Nooo I really wanted you to comeeee!"

I smirked naughtily, "Oh is that so?"

"Oh get your mind out of the gutter, you know that's not what I meant." She kissed my forehead and then leaned next to my ear before whispering, "Maybe later though." I looked up at her with following eyes as she bit her lip and walked away to Pen's office. All I can think about right now is finishing my work and getting the hell out of here. With JJ obviously. Alone. Only that didn't happen. When JJ and Garcia returned from lunch, Penelope hatched a brilliant idea to organize a happy hour for the whole team tonight at a bar in DC.

"Friends, friends, friends!" Her heels clicked with excitement and fervor as she raced into the bullpen.

Derek perked his head up, "What's going on, babygirl?"

"How do we feel about a super fantastical team happy hour tonight at Bluestone?"

JJ furrowed her brows, "That bar downtown?"

"Yes, my sweet. What do we say?"

I tried to intervene, "I don't know, Garcia, JJ and I might have pl—"

JJ was too quick to jump on the opportunity for a night out, "Sounds fun, Pen, we'll be there!" Internally, I screamed. Morgan and Spencer also made promises to go, and Hotch said he'd "try to make it." Around 5:30, we all got ready to head out. We each headed home first to change into more appropriate bar-wear, me still moving as quickly as possible. The sooner we got there the sooner we could leave. The outfit JJ wanted to wear was one of the ones she left at my house, since she loves to bring things over and leave them here.

I sighed from the living room couch, ready to go, and yelled upstairs, "Babe, are you almost done!?"

"One more minute! Don't rush me!" I checked my watch. 6:54. Meet-up time was 7:00, and it takes about 10 minutes to drive to the bar from my house. Another minute or two went by so I yelled up again.

"What are you even doing up th—"

"Touching up my makeup!" I rolled my eyes and plopped onto the couch cushions, staring at the black TV screen.

When I heard the slow clicking of heels coming down the stairs, I got up and turned around, "Finally! I'm sure we're bound to be the last ones there n—" Holy shit. JJ looked incredible. Now I really wanted to stay home.

She looked down at herself and asked, "Something wrong?"

My mouth was dry as I shook my head and scanned her up and down, "Wrong? No, no, not at all." JJ stepped down the final step and clicked her way over to me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"How do you like my outfit?"

I mumbled while blushing, "It's uh... it's really sexy."

She smirked and tilted her head, "What was that?"

I looked at her and said a little clearer, "It's really sexy. You... you look really sexy." My hands went down to her lower back and pulled her into me more as we started to make out.

JJ backed away slightly after a minute and smiled, "Is this some kind of move to get me to wanna stay here?"

"Ooh is it working?" JJ giggled and then slid away from me to grab her purse.

"Come on, you. Time to leave." I groaned and reluctantly grabbed my car keys. The drive to the bar was torture; JJ's skirt was riding high on her leg, she teasingly applied lipstick in the mirror, she'd rub her hand over my knee. Impatience was becoming my middle name. We got to the bar just before 7:30 and headed inside, correctly assuming everyone else was already there.

Derek called us over to their table, "Yo, ladies! Over here!" JJ quickly headed over and enveloped Penelope in a hug. I set our stuff down on the back of a chair and greeted everyone else. Morgan brushed over the collar of my suit jacket, "Damn, princess, where'd you swipe this from? How can you afford this?"

I shrugged and smiled, "I have my ways, D, I have my ways." I turned to JJ and asked, "You want a drink, babe?"

She kissed the tip of my nose, "Vodka cran please, baby." I blushed and made my way to the bar, ordering a vodka cranberry for her and a beer for myself. By the time I came over, JJ was comfortably sitting at the high top, chatting Penelope's ear off. We downed a couple more drinks but the night was chewing away at me. My mouth was practically watering as I looked at Jennifer all night. Her skirt, her top, her makeup. I was going insane. Intrusive thoughts took over as I started kissing on her neck during her conversation with Garcia. She giggled and pushed me away in embarrassment, "Baby, stop."

"I can't help it, Jenny... You're driving me crazy." I didn't let up. My hand started rubbing up and down her exposed thigh.

She put her hand over mine, "We're around the team, Em, come on."

"Then let's go."

"I'm not ready yet." JJ looked up and then suggested, "Let's go dance." My eyes stayed glued to her swaying ass as she pulled me to the dance floor, next to pulsing bodies and blaring speakers. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and neck while my hands found their way to her hips. We started grinding on one another to the music and JJ whispered, "You know, your hands could move a little lower if you want." Happily, I drifted down to her ass. I started palming her cheeks, causing her to lean up and moan next to my hear.

I rasped out, "Fuck, baby. You're killing me."

"That was my plan." She smiled and turned around in my grasp before bending over, rolling her ass into my crotch before wiggling it slightly. I felt all the blood in my body rush down, down, down.

I groaned, "God, Jayje."

She giggled and rolled back up before leaning back and saying to me, "So you wanna get out of here?"

"Not even a question."

"Then take me home."