Listen To Your Heart (10/11)
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Chapter 10
They should have known that planning a date almost a week ahead was stupid, considering their jobs. A case had come up and they had to fly out. On Saturday night, the case was closed and they were having dinner with the entire team instead of just the two of them. But they were in Vegas, so Emily decided to try and make the most of it. She called room service to bring up what she needed, and then she started to set up her room so they could still have that date, if JJ was up for it.
When everything in her room was ready, she went over to JJ’s room. She knocked on the door and waited for it to open, hoping that JJ wasn’t feeling too tired. A few seconds later the door opened.
“Hi, can I come in?” she asked JJ.
“Yeah, sure, come in.”
“Thanks.”
Emily stepped inside and looked at JJ. She had changed out of her work clothes into something more comfortable, and she had that glow around her that only a pregnant woman can have. She looked absolutely breathtaking. Emily took a moment to admire the blonde, before remembering why she was there.
“We didn’t get to go out on that date, and I want to make that up to you. How about we try again? If that’s okay with you.”
“Try again? As in, now?” JJ asked.
“Yes. But only if you’re up for it.”
JJ hesitated. Dealing with the parents of the abducted boy had left her emotionally drained, and she really could use some sleep. But on the other hand, she also really wanted to go on that date with Emily. Her desire to be with Emily won.
“Sure, just let me get changed first.”
“You don’t need to change, just come with me.”
“But I look like a mess!” JJ reacted.
“Nonsense, you look beautiful,” Emily reassured her.
“And besides, we’re staying in, so what you’re wearing is just fine.”
“We’re staying in?” JJ repeated.
“Yes. I figured you wouldn’t be feeling like going out, so I’ve arranged something else for us. Just come with me.”
She offered her arm to JJ. JJ, curious as to what Emily had planned, accepted it gladly, and together they walked to Emily’s room. Inside, there was a blanket spread out on the floor, and JJ looked relieved when she saw the picnic basket resting on it. Emily saw the flash of relieve on her face.
“You didn’t think I was going to proposition you, did you?” she asked.
“No, of course not,” JJ answered quickly, but not at all convincing.
“Uhu, right,” Emily grinned, amused by the situation. “Just so you know, I’m not a ‘sex on the first date’ kind of woman, so you’ll have to keep your hormones in check,” she joked.
“Damn, and here I was hoping I’d get some tonight,” JJ returned the banter.
“Remember that for our next date. For now, let’s just focus on the food. I know you must be hungry, you haven’t eaten much all day, not even in the restaurant earlier.”
“Were you watching me?” JJ asked, surprised that Emily knew this.
“Of course I was! You should be eating for two, and you don’t even eat enough for one. I’m worried about you. So sit and eat,” Emily jokingly ordered.
JJ sat down, and looked inside the basked. She was pleasantly surprised when she saw that Emily had managed to get almost all her pregnancy cravings. It wasn’t until she saw all that food that she noticed how hungry she was. She dove into the basket, glad that it was just the two of them in the room.
They shared comfortable small talk while they ate, and when they finished, JJ decided she wanted to learn more about Emily.
“So Emily, tell me about yourself. We’ve been friends for years, and I hardly know anything about you”, she asked.
“Okay, what do you want to know?”
“What do you do in your free time, what are your likes, dislikes, stuff like that.”
“Oh, we’re playing 20 questions?” Emily smiled. “But okay, let’s see. In my downtime I like to do something that doesn’t remind me of work. Music, a movie, books, theatre, as long as it isn’t work related. I’m not much of a sports person, not even yoga. I do like running. Especially in the rain.”
At that last statement, JJ looked at her strangely.
“Yeah, I know, I’m crazy like that,” Emily joked. “I also love the beach. I can relax completely when I’m lying on the beach, or walking in the dunes.” She paused. “God, I’m beginning to sound like that Rupert Holmes song. Except that I don’t like Piña Colada,” she added as an afterthought.
“You don’t like Piña Colada?” JJ questioned.
“No. Coconut is not meant to be in a drink. It tastes awful!” Emily said firmly. “I’m more of a wine drinker.”
“You are? But you didn’t order wine today.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because you can’t drink, so I won’t either,” Emily explained.
“That’s ridiculous, Emily! You don’t have to drink orange juice, just because I do.”
“But I like orange juice,” Emily said with a little pout.
“Yes, but you’re a grown woman having dinner, you can have wine if you want to. Hold on.”
JJ stood up, with some help from Emily, and walked over to the phone. Before Emily could stop her, she was calling room service and asking for a bottle of wine. Emily tried to refuse it, but JJ had already hung up the phone.
The rest of the night had been really nice. There was some kissing, some conversation, some more kissing; it was everything they had wanted from their first date. JJ was drinking her orange juice, and Emily was drinking the wine. It was late - or early, depending how you look at it - when JJ was yawning practically non-stop, and Emily offered to walk her back to her room. When they were finally in their respective beds, they fell asleep instantaneously. JJ from exhaustion, and Emily from the effects of the alcohol.
The next morning, Emily woke up with the mother of all headaches. There had to have been something wrong with the wine from the previous night, because she hadn’t even drunk that much and she still had a hangover. She dragged herself out of bed, and began to get everything ready to leave.
When she got downstairs she immediately went for the coffee, hoping caffeine would help. It didn’t. She walked past Morgan, who was trying out his luck on a slot machine. It only made her headache worse.
“Morgan, can you… Please, can you… My head.”
“Oh, my bad, sorry. You know these things are rigged, right?”
With a sigh, Emily let herself drop on the couch.
“Late night?” Rossi asked.
“I hate Vegas.”
And at that moment, she really did. Okay, she had had a great date in Vegas, but in that moment all that mattered was that it was the only place where she got a hangover from only a few glasses of wine. And she didn’t like it one bit.
“Come on, Prentiss. How can you hate Vegas? This is a grown folks playground.”
At that moment, JJ walked in.
“Anyone seen Reid?” she asked.
“I know he stayed with his mom last night,” Morgan answered.
“Well he should be here by now, he knows the departure time.”
And then she noticed the slot machine.
“This thing still has credit on it.”
Before she could push the button, Emily came back to life.
“JJ, I swear to God!”
“What?” JJ asked, looking around. She didn’t understand what she had done wrong. Until she saw Rossi making a drinking gesture. She chuckled, apparently Emily was a light weight when it came to alcohol. She’d only had a couple of glasses.
Then Reid came in. He opted to stay behind, and the rest of them left the hotel. They talked about how Reid had been acting strangely, and figured something must be wrong. So Morgan and Rossi also opted to stay behind to help Reid, which made Emily, JJ and Hotch the only ones on the jet.
The women sat down a bit away from Hotch so they could talk. Emily tried to apologize for snapping at JJ, but she just smiled and shook her head.
“That’s okay, it wasn’t that bad. I think I was a lot worse last week. Just sleep it off, and you’ll be as good as new. You have to be; Reid is gonna need us,” she said.
“And I want a second date,” she whispered after checking Hotch couldn’t hear.
Emily smiled and did what she was told: she took a blanket and lay down on the couch. She was asleep within a minute. JJ looked at her, thinking back at their date, and getting her hopes up for the future.
Part 11 - Final Part
This story is almost coming to an end, but a sequel is in the works, if you're interested. It will probably be a series of one-shots following this story. I am already working on it, but it's not nearly close to being finished. This means you'll have to wait a bit for it, but it also means you can have some input in the story, if you want.
So here's some questions for you:
- Would you be interested in a sequel?
- If yes, are there things you would like to see in it? (A moment in their lives, what happens to them during a case, a JJ/Emily take on one of the episodes, ...)
Comment, e-mail, PM me or whatever, and let me know!
Chapter 10
They should have known that planning a date almost a week ahead was stupid, considering their jobs. A case had come up and they had to fly out. On Saturday night, the case was closed and they were having dinner with the entire team instead of just the two of them. But they were in Vegas, so Emily decided to try and make the most of it. She called room service to bring up what she needed, and then she started to set up her room so they could still have that date, if JJ was up for it.
When everything in her room was ready, she went over to JJ’s room. She knocked on the door and waited for it to open, hoping that JJ wasn’t feeling too tired. A few seconds later the door opened.
“Hi, can I come in?” she asked JJ.
“Yeah, sure, come in.”
“Thanks.”
Emily stepped inside and looked at JJ. She had changed out of her work clothes into something more comfortable, and she had that glow around her that only a pregnant woman can have. She looked absolutely breathtaking. Emily took a moment to admire the blonde, before remembering why she was there.
“We didn’t get to go out on that date, and I want to make that up to you. How about we try again? If that’s okay with you.”
“Try again? As in, now?” JJ asked.
“Yes. But only if you’re up for it.”
JJ hesitated. Dealing with the parents of the abducted boy had left her emotionally drained, and she really could use some sleep. But on the other hand, she also really wanted to go on that date with Emily. Her desire to be with Emily won.
“Sure, just let me get changed first.”
“You don’t need to change, just come with me.”
“But I look like a mess!” JJ reacted.
“Nonsense, you look beautiful,” Emily reassured her.
“And besides, we’re staying in, so what you’re wearing is just fine.”
“We’re staying in?” JJ repeated.
“Yes. I figured you wouldn’t be feeling like going out, so I’ve arranged something else for us. Just come with me.”
She offered her arm to JJ. JJ, curious as to what Emily had planned, accepted it gladly, and together they walked to Emily’s room. Inside, there was a blanket spread out on the floor, and JJ looked relieved when she saw the picnic basket resting on it. Emily saw the flash of relieve on her face.
“You didn’t think I was going to proposition you, did you?” she asked.
“No, of course not,” JJ answered quickly, but not at all convincing.
“Uhu, right,” Emily grinned, amused by the situation. “Just so you know, I’m not a ‘sex on the first date’ kind of woman, so you’ll have to keep your hormones in check,” she joked.
“Damn, and here I was hoping I’d get some tonight,” JJ returned the banter.
“Remember that for our next date. For now, let’s just focus on the food. I know you must be hungry, you haven’t eaten much all day, not even in the restaurant earlier.”
“Were you watching me?” JJ asked, surprised that Emily knew this.
“Of course I was! You should be eating for two, and you don’t even eat enough for one. I’m worried about you. So sit and eat,” Emily jokingly ordered.
JJ sat down, and looked inside the basked. She was pleasantly surprised when she saw that Emily had managed to get almost all her pregnancy cravings. It wasn’t until she saw all that food that she noticed how hungry she was. She dove into the basket, glad that it was just the two of them in the room.
They shared comfortable small talk while they ate, and when they finished, JJ decided she wanted to learn more about Emily.
“So Emily, tell me about yourself. We’ve been friends for years, and I hardly know anything about you”, she asked.
“Okay, what do you want to know?”
“What do you do in your free time, what are your likes, dislikes, stuff like that.”
“Oh, we’re playing 20 questions?” Emily smiled. “But okay, let’s see. In my downtime I like to do something that doesn’t remind me of work. Music, a movie, books, theatre, as long as it isn’t work related. I’m not much of a sports person, not even yoga. I do like running. Especially in the rain.”
At that last statement, JJ looked at her strangely.
“Yeah, I know, I’m crazy like that,” Emily joked. “I also love the beach. I can relax completely when I’m lying on the beach, or walking in the dunes.” She paused. “God, I’m beginning to sound like that Rupert Holmes song. Except that I don’t like Piña Colada,” she added as an afterthought.
“You don’t like Piña Colada?” JJ questioned.
“No. Coconut is not meant to be in a drink. It tastes awful!” Emily said firmly. “I’m more of a wine drinker.”
“You are? But you didn’t order wine today.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because you can’t drink, so I won’t either,” Emily explained.
“That’s ridiculous, Emily! You don’t have to drink orange juice, just because I do.”
“But I like orange juice,” Emily said with a little pout.
“Yes, but you’re a grown woman having dinner, you can have wine if you want to. Hold on.”
JJ stood up, with some help from Emily, and walked over to the phone. Before Emily could stop her, she was calling room service and asking for a bottle of wine. Emily tried to refuse it, but JJ had already hung up the phone.
The rest of the night had been really nice. There was some kissing, some conversation, some more kissing; it was everything they had wanted from their first date. JJ was drinking her orange juice, and Emily was drinking the wine. It was late - or early, depending how you look at it - when JJ was yawning practically non-stop, and Emily offered to walk her back to her room. When they were finally in their respective beds, they fell asleep instantaneously. JJ from exhaustion, and Emily from the effects of the alcohol.
The next morning, Emily woke up with the mother of all headaches. There had to have been something wrong with the wine from the previous night, because she hadn’t even drunk that much and she still had a hangover. She dragged herself out of bed, and began to get everything ready to leave.
When she got downstairs she immediately went for the coffee, hoping caffeine would help. It didn’t. She walked past Morgan, who was trying out his luck on a slot machine. It only made her headache worse.
“Morgan, can you… Please, can you… My head.”
“Oh, my bad, sorry. You know these things are rigged, right?”
With a sigh, Emily let herself drop on the couch.
“Late night?” Rossi asked.
“I hate Vegas.”
And at that moment, she really did. Okay, she had had a great date in Vegas, but in that moment all that mattered was that it was the only place where she got a hangover from only a few glasses of wine. And she didn’t like it one bit.
“Come on, Prentiss. How can you hate Vegas? This is a grown folks playground.”
At that moment, JJ walked in.
“Anyone seen Reid?” she asked.
“I know he stayed with his mom last night,” Morgan answered.
“Well he should be here by now, he knows the departure time.”
And then she noticed the slot machine.
“This thing still has credit on it.”
Before she could push the button, Emily came back to life.
“JJ, I swear to God!”
“What?” JJ asked, looking around. She didn’t understand what she had done wrong. Until she saw Rossi making a drinking gesture. She chuckled, apparently Emily was a light weight when it came to alcohol. She’d only had a couple of glasses.
Then Reid came in. He opted to stay behind, and the rest of them left the hotel. They talked about how Reid had been acting strangely, and figured something must be wrong. So Morgan and Rossi also opted to stay behind to help Reid, which made Emily, JJ and Hotch the only ones on the jet.
The women sat down a bit away from Hotch so they could talk. Emily tried to apologize for snapping at JJ, but she just smiled and shook her head.
“That’s okay, it wasn’t that bad. I think I was a lot worse last week. Just sleep it off, and you’ll be as good as new. You have to be; Reid is gonna need us,” she said.
“And I want a second date,” she whispered after checking Hotch couldn’t hear.
Emily smiled and did what she was told: she took a blanket and lay down on the couch. She was asleep within a minute. JJ looked at her, thinking back at their date, and getting her hopes up for the future.
Part 11 - Final Part
This story is almost coming to an end, but a sequel is in the works, if you're interested. It will probably be a series of one-shots following this story. I am already working on it, but it's not nearly close to being finished. This means you'll have to wait a bit for it, but it also means you can have some input in the story, if you want.
So here's some questions for you:
- Would you be interested in a sequel?
- If yes, are there things you would like to see in it? (A moment in their lives, what happens to them during a case, a JJ/Emily take on one of the episodes, ...)
Comment, e-mail, PM me or whatever, and let me know!