You Are Jemily Fanfic

Chapter 7

JJ POV

Emily, Henry, and I left the hospital, and I had to borrow one of Emily's long-sleeved shirts so I could cover up my bandage. We had to drop Henry back off at school, so we did that first and then we drove off to Em's apartment. We entered slowly, and I walked straight to her room, and she followed close behind me. I found my pile of clothes I brought over the first night, and grabbed the shorts I had worn as pajamas, stripped down to my underwear and put them on. I didn't care if Emily was right behind me, or how tired I was because I plopped right down on the bed, and curled up in the warm blanket. She sat next to me, patting my leg.

"Food?" She asked.

"Depends on what you have."

"I'll go see, but I'm not going to guarantee anything fancy." She laughed.

She walked out, and I grabbed my phone out of her purse on the floor. I needed to call Will.

It kept ringing, and I almost hung up but I heard something through the phone.

"Will?"

"What now?" He groaned.

"We need to talk."

"I'll get the divorce papers tonight." He said sternly.

"But, Will-" He cut me off.

"Fine, I'll go get them now." He hung up.

"That bad huh?" Emily sighed from the doorway, her hands on her hips.

"How much did you hear?" I asked concerned she might've overheard something bad.

"Enough to know that you're not happy. Any chance that mac-n-cheese could help that?" She joked.

I sat up, smiling at the gesture, " I guess so."

She took my hand as we both walked into the kitchen. I sat down at the counter, while she started to boil the water.

"So, do you know when you can get those stitches out?"

"I think in two weeks. I guess it depends on how it heals."

I ran my fingers along the sleeve covering the bandage. I slowly rolled it up, and it brought tears to my eyes. I sniffled, and quickly placed the fabric back over the bandage.

"Jayje, are you okay?"

"I... Uh... No." I felt another tear roll down my cheek.

She turned around, and walked towards me, putting a sad look on her face. She pulled me into her arms, holding me tightly. Putting one of her hands on the back of my head, and the other around my waist, pulling me towards her.

"If you ever feel that way again, if you feel so bad you feel like you need to take your own life, please tell me. I probably won't give the best advice, but I've been told I'm a good listener. I just hope that this never happens again. I love you Jennifer, I can't live without you."

"Em, I... I don't know what to say... Thank you." I stuttered falling into a trance.

When she pulled herself away from me, her face came into perfect focus. The way her stick straight, raven hair fell in her face, and the way she always flashed her bright, white teeth when she smiled. But what caught my eyes the most were hers. Her eyes. Dark brown with a glimmer of hope and optimism. Her long lashes, and perfect, pristine eyeliner. It all fell into place, as if she was a big puzzle.

"What?" She asked, realizing how distant I was.

"Nothing, just thinking I guess." I lied.

She went back to cooking, and I contemplated my thoughts. Was I catching feelings for her? What does she have to offer that nobody else can give me? Why her?

Emily POV

After JJ and I ate, we wandered back to my room so we could watch TV. I turned on the television sitting in front of us and flicked through the channels, until we found a show we both liked. Neither of us were really watching it, we were just talking, the show was background noise. We discussed work, and decided that she should take at least a month off because of her injury, and she still needed counceling obviously. There was a moment where we just stared at each other and again, the endless loop of fantasies of her and I flashed in my mind. I inhaled sharply, putting my hands to my face, and rubbing away those pictures.

"Hey, are you okay?" JJ asked me. "Obviously I'm hurting, but I never really thought about how this whole situation affected you."

"It's just that since this happened, I realized that if you need to say something, you should say it because you don't know how long the other per will be able to hear you." I said quietly.

"Then say it."

"I... I can't." I stuttered.

"Why not? Please Em, let me help you. I want to help you." JJ pleaded.

"It's just that there's this person, and whenever I see them I just light up inside. Their smile puts me in a trance, and I've memorized the sound of their laugh. She's beautiful, and smart and funny, and strong, and she's everything that I want. She's everything that I need."

"Wait, did you say she?" JJ smiled.

"I didn't mean-" she cut me off.

"No, it's okay, I understand. Why didn't you tell me before?" She placed her hand on my face, wiping away a single tear.

I didn't realize I was crying.

"Because you know her, probably better than I do." I hinted.

"Well then I guess I could tell you who I could definitely see myself dating."

Did she get my hint? Was I that obvious about it? Why would I tell her, she's a profiler, shit!

"Yeah, who?" I asked, anxiously.

"You know them, probably better than I do. And they work at the bureau, and I guess I didn't really realize my feelings were so strong for them until after Will and I separated."

I reached my hand out, weaving our fingers together. She immediately looked up at me, her soft facial expression was enough to make me smile. Her eyes looked straight into mine, and I felt the sudden urge to just grab her face and kiss her.

This moment was perfect, the faint sound of the TV playing in the background, and the oddly intimate atmosphere. I couldn't hold it back anymore, I couldn't ignore these feelings. So I did it. I kissed her.

I pulled her face towards mine, and when our lips touched time stopped, because nothing else mattered other than her and I. My hands were wrapped around her neck, and when I pulled my lips away our foreheads remained in contact. Our breath lingering on each other's faces. We didn't even speak, we just knew. We knew that we both felt this, this internal fire of desire burning inside of us, for each other. And that was all I had ever wanted.