Jemily One Shots

Hurricane 'Pain In My Ass'

General POV:
Between the howling winds, flood warnings, and insane amount of rain whipping around that felt like needles prickling at your skin, it was no wonder the immediate area was put on a high weather alert status, and the airports closed. Which means, the team was stuck in Florida and couldn't go home after they solved the case. So the team decided to get a hotel suite. It has two rooms, a couch, a few comfy chairs, and a kitchen. They all convinced Rossi to pay for the room seeing as he has the most money. JJ and Reid went out and got pizza while everyone else sat around the so called "living room" part of the suite and drink.

"Fuck, it's a goddamn shit storm out there," Derek said, putting down the sopping plastic bag of liquor on the table.

"Wow, tell me how you really feel, Derek," Tara said, happily helping herself to one of the bottles of alcohol from the bag.

"You know, you get your tiny ass out there and see how YOU feel. How bout that, huh?" Derek said.

"Alright, kids. Knock it off," Rossi said as he snuck around past them to get to the fridge/makeshift bar. The only reason he was there and not in his own room was one, because he payed for the suite and he was gonna enjoy it god damnit, and two, someone needs to watch these crazy people and make sure they don't do anything stupid. Or kill each other.

Penelope scoffed.

"You too, princess. You got to stay high and dry up in here, while me and Thing One and Thing Two out there got pummelled by Hurricane 'Pain in My Ass'," Emily said as she worked on getting herself out of her soggy boots and jacket.

"Hey, I'm not the one who insisted that we needed supplies. As I recall, I said that we have everything in our go-bags and in the vending machine to survive this hell storm. We do have liquor," Tara said as she poured herself some wine, put the bottle down, then turned and leaned up against the fridge. She then tapped on the side of it and continued, "and this baby's got several freezer bags full of pizza rolls." With a smug look, she raised her glass in the air to salute Rossi, then took a drink. "Oh, and by the way, the storm's name is Maria."

"Psh, that's what I said, 'Pain in My Ass'....Grrr!" Emily grunted as she worked furiously to peel herself out of her fully soaked skinny jeans and tripped over herself, nearly tumbling over.

"Ma-ri-a," Luke emphasized taunting her further.

"Ugh!" Emily finally decided to plop down on the ground and work on taking off her pants that way. "My ex. Maria. Pain in my ass."

The others laughed in response to the association as they continued to watch their friend struggle out of her jeans. When she finally got out of them, she tossed it at Derek.

"Dude! What the fuck! You made me spill my beer!" Derek complained. He then tossed the soaked, balled-up fabric back at Emily. The brunette scoffed.

"Technically, it's my beer. My money. I bought it. I braved superstorm 'Pain in My Ass' to get it. So, mine." Emily argued.

"You know, you're a pain in my ass." Derek states.

"The feeling is mutual, sweetie." Emily smirked happily as she reached into the bag to grab herself a drink.

"You're all a pain in my ass." Rossi said pouring himself more scotch.

A few minutes later, they heard noise at the door that flew open a moment after. In the doorway stood JJ, a pizza box in hand. Reid followed her in shortly, with a secondary box in tow.

"Hey, look what the cat dragged in. My two favorite bisexuals!" Emily says.

"Remember that the next time you decide to stand me up," Jennifer deadpanned as she side-stepped past  and into the now cramped common space.