Title: 3 Weeks and a Tell Tale Sign
By: saneoblivion
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Emily/JJ
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Obvioulsy no one in this story belongs to me. I bow down to the superior characterisations of the creators, writers and actors. Please don't sue me, I can't afford it!

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Warm, morning light slipped in through the window to disturb the two lovers curled together in the bed. Emily woke first and instead of shutting her eyes against the sun to drift back into dreams she stayed awake, preferring to watch the sleepy rise and fall of the beautiful blonde held in her arms. Three weeks ago she had been so alone, in an apartment far too big and far to empty. Three weeks ago she had gone to work everyday and waited for a soft, heartbreaking smile from JJ and hoped that when they stood too close, or walked with their hands almost touching, that JJ wouldn't notice the tell tale hammering of her wanting heart. Three weeks ago JJ had turned up on her doorstep and Emily had caught a fleeting trace of something strong and distinctly alcoholic underneath the sweet smell of JJ's shampoo. Hovering just on the sober side of drunk, Emily had discovered that night that she wasn't the only one at B.A.U. with a secret. She wasn't the only one with a crush. She wasn't the only one that sat on the plane, desperately trying to tear her wandering eyes off another agent.

When JJ reached out to touch her cheek, and, in a moment, had wound her hand up into Emily's dark hair, pushing her up against the wall, lips hot and hungry over her own, Emily didn't notice the taste of whisky. All she could taste was JJ. The next morning they had been woken, not by the harsh glare of the sun, but by the unfamiliar feeling of another warm body and long intertwined legs. It had been shocking, awkward and terrifying in that moment when it all could be taken back, ruined, shattered in a simple expression of regret. But it had been saved, sealed, sanctioned with a tender morning-after kiss. Of which there had been many, many more.

As JJ began to stir Emily ran her fingers gently over the smooth planes of her forehead, cheek, stroking her thumb gently over her lovers lower lip.

"Morning Jennifer." "Em," JJ's voice was husky, laced with sleep. She cracked open a hazy blue eye, smiling slowly at the brunette gazing down at her. "G'morning" JJ yawned. "What time is it?"

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"JJ! Hurry up. Come on, we're going to be late!" Emily was franticly plowing through the tangled pile of yesterday's clothes looking for her belt.

"Got it!" She was just about ready. The sun may have woke them but an hour too late. The alarm was broken, set wrong, snoozed. Emily didn't care. Right now she had to get to work, on time, and had to get JJ there too. Without raising suspicion. JJ, who was still in the shower, was cutting it very, very fine.

"JJ. Baby. Now!" Emily opened the door into the bathroom, calling out over the roar of the shower. JJ grinned, sticking her glistening head out from behind the door her eyes flashed, her smile sliding into an only half joking leer.

"Come to join me Em?"

"No JJ. I've come to get you out of the house on time! We really can't be late!"

"I know, I know..."

JJ turned off the shower and stepped into a waiting towel. Emily fought against the heady distraction that was a barely covered JJ, shining through the fading steam.

"Look, I brought my car here. You go. If I'm late but you're on time it will throw the others off the scent." JJ grinned and leant in for a quick kiss.

"Fine then. Here." Emily gave JJ her house keys. "Don't let anyone catch you with those though."

"I'll see you at work."

"Don't be late!"

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When JJ hurried into the B.A.U. the briefing was wrapping up. Hotch raised his eyebrows accusingly.

"I'm so sorry everyone. I slept late and the traffic was awful. Awful," JJ hurried in, offering a placating smile to her boss and avoiding looking at Emily. Hopefully she wouldn't mind.

"Okay. Prentiss and Morgan will fill you in on the details" The team split up and JJ walked over to Morgan's desk, Emily following from the other side of the room. JJ and Emily locked eyes. JJ gave a rueful smile, Emily a welcoming one. Until, that is, her eyes drifted lower, to the green v-neck jumper that hung a tiny bit too large of JJ's slender frame. Her eyes widened in recognition. JJ gave an imperceptible shrug. Emily raised an eyebrow, schooling her features to hide the panicked question that JJ still picked up on: people sure are going to figure it out now JJ.

Before JJ could answer Garcia came over to Morgan's desk carrying a stack of print-outs.

"Hey baby girl, what have you got for me?" Morgan flashed a wide grin towards the smiling tech-whiz.

"What ever your heart desires, handsome" Garcia winked, handing him the sheets. She turned to JJ.

"Hey, nice shirt."

Emily froze and JJ, fighting panic, forced herself not to look at the brunette.

"What?" She said. Great Jennifer. Real eloquent answer there!

"I like it. It looks good on you. Brings out the colour in your eyes" Garcia was smiling but, thought JJ, seemed sincere.

"Oh, right. Thanks" JJ struggled to accept the compliment with grace. She tried to keep calm She probably hasn't realised. She just likes the shirt. That's it. Relax JJ. Relax.

"Where did you get it from?" Garcia's questions were light, breezy. Its ok, thought Emily. She doesn't know. She mustn't know.

"Uh...I err...don't remember, actually," Damn, thought JJ I knew this was a bad idea. I should have put another clean outfit in my trunk after I wore the last one to work on Friday. Better still, I should just keep some at Emily's!

"Oh well. Doesn't matter" Garcia shrugged.

Hotch came back into the bullpen. "JJ, Prentiss. Come on, we got to go."

"What is it?" JJ asked.

"A call came in," answered Hotch, "I'll explain in the car."

The two agents grabbed for their coats, the panic of the previous conversation forgotten.

"Catch ya later guys" called Morgan. Emily half turned with a wave.

Morgan turned to Garcia a knowing grin splitting his face. Garcia smirked, her eyes playing innocent behind her glasses.

"Baby girl."

"What?" Garcia asked, wide eyed, in mock sincerity.

"You and me both know that shirt looks better on Prentiss."

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