Title: The Last Time
Author: cmbfs
Rating: AO
Pairing: Prentiss/JJ
Series: 1) Firsts
Warning: minor character death
A/N: It's kinda like a second part to Firsts. I hope ya like it!!!! Ok there is some smut and Will dies.
Summary: The last time...

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The last time she'd been in a hospital they'd been together. They were working a case. Had to interview a victim. This time was different. This time JJ was the victim. The explosion. Mount Sinai Hospital. Emily sat in an uncomfortable chair. The fluorescent lights overhead burning her eyes. She held her hand. Tight. Not wanting her to slip away. There were so many tubes. So many blinking and beeping machines. Nurses came and went. She'd seen the doctor twice. The rest of the team took turns visiting. She never left. Wouldn't leave until she could walk out of here with JJ. They'd lost Will in the explosion. JJ would be devastated when she found out. She would blame herself. Knowing he'd done it to save her. Lost his life for her. Emily would be forever grateful. Leaning over JJ, she gently brushed a strand of hair off her cheek. It was almost comical to her. The thoughts passing through her head. The memories that were evoked by seeing the person you love most in this world so close to death. Fighting to survive.

            The last time they fought. Really fought. It had been a month or two ago. They'd been seeing each other in secret. JJ was dating Will. But she was in love with Emily. She wanted to end things with Will. Would end things with Will. Just not right now. Things were too complicated. Emily had been so hurt. She just wanted to be with JJ. Just them. They'd screamed. Tears had been shed. Ultimatums had been thrown around. She'd only wanted answers. She didn't understand why they had to wait. Why she couldn't just leave him now. Then she'd heard it. It was quiet and said in a shaky voice. I'm pregnant. Unsure blue eyes met brown. Searching. The tears continued their wet path down flushed cheeks. A baby. They were going to have a baby. Her and JJ. Together. Emily smiled. Brushed the tears away from JJ's eyes with her thumbs.  A baby.

            The last meal they had together. It was here. New York City. JJ had insisted on Chinese. They'd invited Will up to New York. They were planning on sharing the news of JJ's pregnancy with the rest of the team. They'd wanted to involve him. Make an effort. He was the father. They'd invited Will out to dinner. He'd declined. Still not comfortable with them being together. So they'd decided to order in. They'd ended up with way too much food. JJ always over estimated her appetite. It was so normal. Such a normal night. Comfy pyjamas, Chinese food, a crappy made for TV movie. They'd laughed. Talked. Cuddled. Then fallen asleep together.

            The last conversation they'd had. It was yesterday morning. The day of the explosion. Baby names. The conversation had been about baby names. JJ was hell bent on Sawyer Elizabeth for a girl. After Emily's mother. Ambassador Prentiss. Emily still wasn't sold on that name yet. She'd laughed when JJ had told her, when you push one out then you can name it. And until then tough luck babe. Then there was that smile. JJ's smile. The one she gave when everything was right in the world. Neither one had been able to settle on a boy's name. Too many choices. They had decided not to find out the sex of the baby. But JJ continued to insist that she just knew that it would be a girl.

            The last time they had sex. That's what it was sex. Not making love. There was no gentleness. Emily had tried. Tried not to rush. Tried to be gentle. But JJ had pushed. Had pushed her until she snapped. All control had been lost. Passion had taken over. They had been at a ceremony. Ambassador Prentiss was getting an award. It was formal. She'd looked amazing in her dress. Blonde hair loose and framing her face. She'd spent all night watching her. And JJ knew it. The car ride home took forever. All she had wanted to do was touch her. Taste her. Slowly. For the rest of the night. JJ had had other plans in mind. Pinned to the apartment door, Emily couldn't move. JJ's mouth was everywhere. The underside of her ear. Along her jaw. The sensitive spot where neck met shoulder. Then they were mouth on mouth. Lips opening. Tongues searching. High heels were discarded on the way to the bedroom. Zippers were pulled. Fabric pooled on the floor. JJ pulled her down on the bed. Emily's naked body completely covering her own. Hands and fingers slid over heated skin. Body's flushed with arousal. A heated kiss. Emily's tongue languidly explored JJ's mouth. Hips bucked. Collided. Thighs found wet heat. Emily slowly made her way to JJ's breasts. Open mouth kisses placed along her collar bone. Writhing. JJ couldn't stop. She was too aroused. Too aroused to go slow. Maybe it was hormones. She needed fast. She needed hard. She needed it now. Hands tangled in Emily's hair. Not slow Em, not tonight. It was said raggedly. Practically panted out. Fingers inside. No warning. Plunging deep and hard. Exactly what she wanted. What she needed. Her orgasm had hit her fast. She'd recovered quickly though. Emily was now on her back. JJ straddling her. It didn't take too much coaxing until Emily's orgasm washed over her. Both now completely spent. They'd fallen asleep. Naked, sweat slicked, and intertwined. Satisfied. Totally satisfied.

            The last time she had told her she loved her. It was minutes before the explosion. Whispered quickly in her ear. Emily could smell her shampoo. She had just showered. She'd been hasty because JJ had needed to talk to Will. I love you too. The sound of her voice still echoed in her mind, as she had climbed into the black sedan. BAM. Then her world had shattered apart. It was her single most life altering moment. Fire. Screaming. Blood. So much blood. Then the sirens. Ambulances. The fire department. Police. This couldn't be the end.

            It hadn't been. Emily sipped luke warm coffee from a Styrofoam cup. Pleading with God. It was something she rarely did. Not because she didn't believe in God. She'd just seen the worst of what the world was capable of. Of what people were capable of. It just always felt useless. She did it now because she couldn't think of anything else to do that would help. She just wanted to see her eyes. Wanted her to open her eyes. Or squeeze her hand. Anything. Anything to give her hope. Hope that this would get better. Em? Barely audible. She'd heard it though. She squeezed JJ's hand. Everything's gonna be O.K Jay-J. Everything. You and the baby. Just rest. I love you. Whispered words. Meant to soothe and comfort. Everything would be O.K. They'd get through this.

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