The Needa Know (A Demily Fanfic)

Chapter 7

"Nah hoe, I'm a G bitch, scraight from out the bottom, an I'a beat a bitch ass if a hoe got a prollem"!

Emily all but quietly smiled down at her phone screen, cheered up by the video her three friends sent her of them rapping together in Mariana's apartment bathroom. She had told them all about her fight with Dereck, how hot Texas was, and how they were nearly a week in the case and didn't have any solid leads on a suspect. She desperately wanted to go home and do face masks with them just to relax a little.

It was 2am already, the workday having went by as slow and unproductive as possible.

From her end of the office, JJ could see Prentiss smile into her phone while drinking from a water bottle Valquez brought her. She sat in a chair at the long table with one knee bent to her chest, fixed in her screen. Now that she thought of it, JJ really didn't know much about Emily Prentiss outside of their work.

Sure, she met her mother while on a case- but she seemed nothing like her daughter.

JJ knew she went to Yale for college, and moved around a lot when she was a child. It astounded her, how many languages Emily learned to speak over the years. JJ also knew that Emily was nothing like herself, at least not in a social sense. JJ was from a small town in Pennsylvania,  born into a middle class family and went to school with the same people from pre-school to high school graduation.

Emily, she sensed, was born into a very old family with very old money. She imagined the people Emily spent her time with outside of work were the same. That is, if she even has friends, JJ thought. Who else would she be smiling at through her phone, though?

JJ made it a point to ask her when they got back to their hotel room. but for now she'd leave it, having sensed the tension between Emily and Morgan all day.

.....

Penelope Garcia was probably the mouthiest person Emily ever met. The woman struggled to keep a private conversation private for more than 12 hours, and probably could never keep a secret. Despite this, she was still hands down THE only person Emily would ever invite to go out with her actual friends.

"Girl, at least invite one of yo coworkers", Zairea spoke into the group FaceTime. Emily sat on her bed with her legs folded while JJ was still showering. "It don't gotta be the whole team".

The three of them were trying to convince Emily to invite some of her team to their dinner party next week.

"aye dios mio, I'm thinking about it. I told you no los quiero a todos en mi negocio" She didn't want the team all in her personal life, it was bad enough they practically lived together. Emily knew this was just Mahalia's attempt to meet Dereck Morgan, the man she'd told them about, and Zairea's attempt to see if any of her female coworkers liked women. Mariana, on the other hand, didn't have any personal agenda. She kind of just went with the rest of them.

"You suck", Mahalia whined just as JJ walked out of the bathroom in her pajamas. "cabrear", Emily ended the conversation then.

"So", JJ lied down on Emily's bed and looked up at her, hearing only the tail end of her conversation. "What was up with you and Morgan today"?

Emily dreaded this conversation. She knew the tension between them had been obvious all day, and sooner or later either JJ or Rossi would ask about it. She let out a long sigh and lay down across from her.

"JJ ", she let out as she began explaining herself. "Long story short he accused me of being inappropriate with detective Valquez all because I was speaking Spanish with him", Emily said with an incredulous look on her face. "He didn't even know what I said".

"Why did he think you guys were being inappropriate then"?

Emily let out another sigh. "I don't know, because Valquez made a stupid joke and I laughed because it was funny? I didn't know laughing was such a crime", Emily continued.

"And on top of that, he had the nerve to say that I was taking Hotch's absence as an 'opportunity' to flirt with Valquez, as if he's my father or some shit".

Who the hell does Dereck Morgan think he is, she thought.

"Wait, what did Valquez say", JJ interrupted her thoughts. Emily cringed at the joke that didn't seem as funny now.

"I mean".. there was a brief silence as she tried to repeat his words without it sounding as dirty.

"All he said was there was a meeting and I asked where and he said his bedroom", she mumbled a little.

Well you've been full of surprises all week, JJ thought to herself. First it was the pregnancy scare, and now this? Her eyes widened a little at Emily's explanation. Before saying anything, she thought for a second; Her and Penelope must get away with saying a lot of dirty shit in front of the team while speaking French.

In a second her hand reached up to slap Emily on the arm multiple times. "Why don't you teach me French, whore!".

"What does this have to do with French?", Emily asked pained and confused. Her arm would surely be bruised in the morning, she thought. "You and Garcia are always talking French together on the jet when she goes with us on cases and you're always laughing and smiling!", JJ exclaimed, now sitting up with her arms crossed.

Emily caught herself from laughing at JJ's upset baby face. "You talk about dirty shit don't you! That's why you're about to start teaching me French right now! And why were you smiling at your phone earlier today? Let me find out you have a boyfriend and didn't tell me! I need an apology right now, Emily". How in the hell, Emily thought, did that escalate so quick.

For a moment Emily sat with her head tilted in amusement with a smirk. First of all, of course she and Penelope talked about dirty shit together in French, she thought to herself.

"And I also want to know who it was you were on the phone with. Spill the beans, now". JJ had her lips pressed and was determined to learn more about her friend. This conversation has been long overdue, she thought.

With her eyes squinted and her smirk growing wider, Emily began to speak. "First of all, I'm not teaching you French, the more the messier. Secondly, I was looking at pictures of Sergio on my phone earlier because I was having a bad day and he cheers me up". That was a good one, Emily thought.

"Third, I just got off the phone with my vagina doctor and she said that I was perfectly healthy". Nice one Emily.

JJ pursed her lips even more and looked at Emily with the most incredulous stare. She wasn't having any of it. "It's called a gynecologist, Emily. And you don't tell your gynecologist to piss off at the end of a conversation about your vaginal health".

Emily didn't know how, but it seemed like ever since JJ had Henry she became a fucking human lie detector. Fuck, she thought. When did JJ learn Spanish?

"Yes, I understand a little Spanish", she spoke again when Emily didn't answer her immediately. "So stop lying and tell me". She was relentless.

"Okay, okay!" Emily would have to spill just a few drops of tea that night with JJ.

A/N

I feel like the more scenes I write with Just JJ and Emily the more I stan Jemily. Like wow I can somewhat see what people see in the relationship???

Anyways are y'all actually listening to the music I put on here cause that shit be slap! props if you can guess what song Emily's friends are singing at the beginning lol