JJ's pov
"So, you're telling me this unsub is targeting closeted lesbian teenagers?Strangles them and sews their arms together?," Garcia said, her voice floating out of the speaker phone.
The two agents were sitting in the black SUV, parked outside a strip mall. It was very late, nearly midnight. They had already finished all the interviews, all getting the same result. The teens were in secret relationships with another, for their parents and peers disproved of it being public.
"Yeah Garcia. The choking was obviously to get intimate and to exert physical force over the teenagers, it takes strength. The arm sewing is obviously symbolic. We just don't know for what yet. Possibly a hatred towards LGBT teens. I gotta tell you, I honestly didn't see this one coming," Emily said, gripping her head.
JJ, who was in the passenger seat of the SUV, looked concerned at Emily.
The agent was biting her nails, and running her hands through her hair, obviously stressed.
After saying a few words, Garcia said 'she would alert the team and dive deeper', she said goodbye.
Emily clicked the 'end call' button on the phone, and fell back, her head thumping against the head rest.
JJ scooted over slightly, and reached for Emily's hand.
"Are you alright? I'm here for you, you know," She said, squeezing her hand.
Emily gave a weak smile, and sat up, and gripped the steering wheel with her other hand.
"JJ, wanna get some food? I won't be able to focus on this anymore without some grub. We can chat more then," Emily said.
JJ knew , that something heavy was on Emily's mind. But she let it go, and nodded, a smile on her face.
"Alright, what's open at 11:45 pm ?, "
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"See, I told you the garlic fries were the best!," JJ laughed, flinging one at the brunette.
The pair were parked outside a Steak n' shake, with their meals on their laps.
"Okay, okay , but the Nutella shake is so good. Try it!," Emily urged, handing hers to JJ.
JJ sipped it, relishing the taste.
"Oh my gosh," she moaned.
Emily laughed, the sweet sound ringing around the car. JJ, who happened to have her phone out, opened the camera and caught the brunette laughing, her hands on the steering wheel, not a flaw in sight.
"Hey no pictures!," Emily said, throwing a fry at the blonde.
JJ giggled, and reached over and dipped the fry in Emily's ketchup, and ate it.
"Toooooo bad," she said triumphantly.
"Hey what the hell! That's mine!," Emily gasped, hand over her heart.
Emily then put her food on the dashboard, also reaching over to grab JJ's.
JJ watched her, confused. Emily was planning something, she didn't know what. She could see the twinkle in her eyes just as she reached over and-
"Tickle fight!," Emily squealed.
Emily tickled JJ's abdomen, the surprised blonde too slow to defend herself. JJ was laughing too hard, he head thrown back, hair everywhere as Emily dominated.
As the fight went back and forth, soon Emily was posed over JJ, her hands gripping JJ's wrists. JJ's head rested against the cool glass window, and Emily out of her seat. The two stared into eachothers eyes, trying to slow their rapid breathing.
Emily's lipstick was smushed, a line of the corner of her mouth. She had mascara under her eyes , and her dark hair was a mess. Emily looked raw, and truly joyous.
And JJ loved it.
She felt comfortable, even with her writs pinned on the seat, with Emily's face directly over hers.
She knew it was wrong for her to feel like this with another agent, especially on a case, but she couldn't help it.
Just kiss me already. Just do it.
Hovered over her, Emily's demeanor suddenly changed. A look of sadness flickered across her face, but as quickly as it came, it was gone. She let go of JJ's wrists, and straightened up in her seat.
As if on cue, JJ's phone rang. She grabbed it, glanced at the distraught Emily, and put it on speaker.
"Head back to the base. There's been another pair of victims. The Unsubs timeline is speeding up. We have a new plan, and we need you two."
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little shorter and a little filler.
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