Emily Prentiss One-Shots

Emily/JJ**

Title: revenge and it's thrills - beware_of_you 

Summary: "do you trust me?" emily practically purrs, moving to replace the belt with her fingers.

"with my life," jj replies immediately in a gasp, arching into her girlfriend's touch.

"good, because i'm going to bind your hands with this belt. and then you're going to lean back so i can eat you out on this desk."

Rating: Explicit 

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The top floor of the federal building is dark, the only light coming from the moon shining outside the large windows. The elevator dings when the doors open, and though the sound normally isn't so loud, it practically booms in the empty halls and reverberates of the linoleum.

Jennifer Jareau pauses just outside of the large, metal doors, scanning her surroundings partially out of habit and partially to double check. Despite the weeks and weeks that had gone into planning this endeavor (memorizing security schedules, scouting out this floor during all hours of the day and night, and implementing the help of one of the best hackers in the United States), it was always a good habit to double check.

She understands that something of this nature isn't something that her guard should slack on, after all.

She had seen the last security guard just making his rounds outside the BAU bullpen less than ten minutes ago. She's well aware the security team patrol the building from top to bottom. This floor would be clear for a solid hour or better before anyone would make a trip back up here again. If they even bothered to make the trip back up here again.

But, as she reasons, it didn't necessarily hurt to play things safe.

Letting out a small, relieved breath, JJ finally steps from the elevator when she spots no one else on the floor. The toes of her shoes click loudly on the hard floor beneath her feet. She winces, freezing in place despite the knowledge that she has Penelope Garcia on her side. JJ knows that the technical analyst has her covered with both false video and audio loops on the cameras' feeds, but the profiler doesn't want to get too cocky and arrogant.

She can't afford to make careless mistakes, especially with such a risky endeavor. If she wants to turn around and call it quits, she could now without any potential consequences to worry about. She can head right back down the elevator and just go home for the night.

The blonde closes her eyes and takes a deep, calming breath. She wants this more than anything. She deserves this, she feels, after the brutal week she just had. The brutal week they all had under the ruthless iron fist of Assistant Director Linda Barnes.

JJ's jaw clenches in determination, her fists balling at her sides and then unclenching slowly. The action almost gives the illusion of taking all her worries and concerns with her. She does really want this, if only to have the satisfaction of getting away with something, anything, right under Barnes's nose.

With a new sense of purpose, JJ moves down the hallway, her eyes scanning the metal plates slid into the holders in the middle of thick wooden doors. She stops at the end of the hall in front of Barnes's empty office, her eyes flicking towards the door to see what she's working with.

The door has a simple handle with a lock that can be undone with a key.

JJ manages to bite back a snort, but does roll her eyes at the simple mechanism. For a building literally designed to hold several branches of highly deadly and trained government officials, there was really a lack of firmer security measures and modern technologies. There's no keycard swipe on the doors, a camera for anyone to shine their badge into, or even a simple keypad combination. It makes the blonde's job easier by miles to have a simple keyhole, but she's nonetheless bemused by the sight.