Emily's pov
"FBI! Put your hands up!"
Leaves were crunched under boots, gasping breaths of billowed out, like smoke, in the cold October air.
Two agents, guns out, were in hot pursuit of their unsub- a serial rapist.
The pair were in Stanton, Ohio, deep in a forest. They had tracked their unsub, targeted him, but he ran on foot. The " Mighty Agent Morgan" wasn't on the break-in team, so the two agents had to take this themselves, as they were perfectly equipped to.
They followed in hot pursuit, until they had the man backed against a shed wall, guns moving dangerously close to him. The blonde steadied her flashlight, carefully making sure it didn't move away from the unsubs face.
The darker haired agent the stepped forward, forced him to his knees, sliding cold metal cuffs to his wrists.
She forced him back up, briefly speaking into the microphone on her vest. The blonde one cocked and trained her gun into his back.
The pair marched him back to the light show of squad cars, waiting to rid of his vile presence.
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After handing him off, the pair collapsed into a black SUV together, heads laying against the leather head rests.
The blonde, Jennifer Jareau, snaked her hand around Emily Prentiss's, holding tight. The cold wracked her body, causing her to grip Prentiss's hand more forcefully then she intended. The dark haired agent let out a small groan, and clasped their hands together, pulling them closer , briefly grazing lips.
They both ached with cold and exhaustion, but each glowed with the thrill of ending another case. After a long month of searching, asking, and fighting, to find the man responsible for raping 28 young girls, as many as 5 a week. It caused many cracks, splits in the team, digging over who was right, and who was terribly wrong.
But , having the perpetrator locked away made light of the situation.
It gave the two agents a reason to relax, hold hands, and watch the light show slowly dissipate before their eyes. Neither made a move, till blonde agent flinched , watching a figure walked towards the SUV in the darkness.
"What are you doing?" Emily asked, head titled in confusion.
The blonde agents eyes were wide, panic etched on her face.
"I'm letting go of your hand and sitting in the back, pretending to close the case, that's what!," she hissed, struggling to unbuckle and get to the back.
Emily rolled her eyes, letting her mind succumb to memories.
It had been a long stretch of time, since the interference with the female unsub. The pair had grown closer indeed, but they can never bring their relationship to light, for JJ wouldn't allow if.
She firmly believes hiding it, and tucking it away from the team, and their families, would save them. Save them from what? Emily couldn't figure out "what" was. She desperately wanted to hold JJ's hand, cuddle during girls night, and call Jennife Jareau hers.
However, it wasn't that easy. JJ was guarded- throwing Emily through loops. But, after all, man is not what he thinks he is- man is what he hides.
Emily refocused, trying to figure out who the shadow was walking towards them.
"JJ - JJ stop it's just Hotch! Get back next to me you-," Emily snapped, cut off just as the passenger door across from her opened up.
"Oh- hi Hotch," Emily said, sheepishly.
"Have you closed the case yet ? We have him pinned and locked up- I need the details by tonight. You are free to leave after a brief meeting at the Nest- we have to discuss protocols," Hotch said briskly, waiting for a reply.
"Sure Hotch. JJ's on the closing details. That poor unsub - just wanted to be himself and hurt other people. You know, one of the greatest regrets in life is being what others would want you to be, rather than being yourself," Emily replied, shooting a glance at JJ, who glared right back.
"Okay- see you there," He said, eyebrows raised, bemused look on his face, slowly backing away.
As soon as he was out of sight, JJ threw down the Manila folder she was holding. Startled, Emily dropped the car keys.
"Damn if Emily ! What was with the hints with the unsub? I want us to be private - remember ?" She snapped, blonde hair falling on to her reddening face.
Emily adjusted the rear view mirror, taking deep breaths.
"Why are you so goddamn afraid to fly and soar in this relationship, and show others who we're are and that we're proud that way ? " She snapped back, watching JJ's face carefully in the mirror.
When JJ's Redding face gave no reaction- just anger glinting in her beautiful blue eyes- Emily continued,
"For god sakes JJ- we were born with wings. Why would we prefer to crawl through life?"
Emily watches as JJ's eyes became glassy, and the blonde began to fiddle with her shirt sleeves. Through a deep, shuddering breathe, a quiet whisper broke the icy silence ,
"But what if I fall?"
Emily unbuckled, and climbed to the empty back seat next to the blonde. She opened her arms, JJ folding into her. JJ snuggled her head under Emily's chin, holding onto Emily's back. Emily rubbed the blondes shoulder, feeling the blue eyed woman's tears fall freely onto her lap. She gently kissed JJ's forehead, pushing back the blonde hair covering her face. She cradled her, rocking her back and forth, rubbing her shoulder in soothing circles. After awhile, she broke the silence ,
"But my love, what if you fly?"
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Wings- Sequel to Feathers
Fanfictionbirds born in a cage think flying is an illness.
