Author's Note: It truly has been fun my friends. I hope you've enjoyed this as much as I have.
You're finishing up on a report from the last case you worked when you feel the particular weight of a familiar set of blue eyes. She's standing beside you, looking down at you, and suddenly you can't breath. She's too close. Your eyes search out Morgan, silently begging him for help, and he's about to intercede but first, she speaks.
"Emily, quit asking me to lie to you. Ask me for the truth."
You can't help the hitch in your breath as she comes closer, kneeling in front of you. You know you can't and won't deny her, even know.
"Tell me the truth, Jayje." You're scared, beyond belief, at what's about to come out of her mouth.
The last thing you expect to hear is, "I love you, Emily Prentiss."
Your eyes, which fluttered shut as you asked your question, snapped open at her answer. Your eyes flicker between the two of hers, much like they had last night, and your lips tremble as she breaks into a smile.
"Say it again." Your voice is low, raspy, and you honestly think you heard wrong the first time.
"I love you." You can't help the lopsided grin that spreads across your face as she whispers it into your ear.
"I love you." Her lips pressed against your neck.
"I love you." Against your cheek.
"I love you." Breathed on your lips.
"I love you, more." You breathe, and she shakes her head slightly, before pushing her lips against yours.
You're sitting in your chair in the bullpen in the middle of the BAU, and you're getting cat calls from Morgan, Rossi, and Garcia, and you're pretty sure Spencer is congratulating the both of you, but you don't care, because you're lost in her. So mercifully lost in her.
There is a cough from behind her, and you glance up without relinquishing your hold on her. You don't care at this point who it is. You've finally gotten her, and you refuse to let her go. But as you meet with a pair of brown eyes, you realize that will not be a problem.
"I'm glad to see you two have worked things out. I was beginning to think I was going to have to blow the budget on tissues." Hotch says, a rare smile softening his features.
You blush, as does JJ, who recovers quicker. She stands, pulling you up, and you wrap your arms around her from behind, prepared to hear his speech.
"Don't get carried away at work. And next time, talk to each other." He walks away, back to his office and you turn her in your arms.
"Lie to me?" You ask.
"Never again." She answers.
A/N: Go ahead. Tell me how awesome I am.