One Shot Fic: Slipping Away
Title: Slipping Away
Author: Red a.k.a A.J (about time I use my real initial.. hehee)
Pairing: Emily/JJ (sorta).
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: PG-ish
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Archiving: Be my guest.
Author's note: I am in major writer's block due to things that happened to me irl, but I finally managed to kick myself to write something. It's a real sappy (not to mention crappy) story, but at least I start writing again. I hope you enjoy it anyway. :)
Emily emptied her sixth glass in one big gulp. She leaned her head against the wooden counter table in front of her - it felt cool on her burning skin. Her face was blushed by the heat of alcohol in her blood and she was dizzy.
She didn’t move when someone brushed past her and took the empty seat next to her. She glanced up and scoffed when she saw who the person was. It must have been her imagination. It was two o’clock in the morning and the person she saw couldn’t have been real. Besides, Emily knew for sure that the bartender wouldn’t let anyone sit next to her without saying anything. The bartender was Emily’s friend and he always made sure that the brunette got home safe.
“It’s kind of late for another drink, isn’t it?” the person next to her said softly when Emily poured herself another glass of whiskey.
“Why do you care, you’re not even real,” Emily barked back. She must have been very drunk that she saw things.
“Oh, yes. I am so real,” replied the person.
Emily shrugged and took a big gulp. “Whatever,” she said. “Everyone looks like JJ these days,” she added with a dejected tone.
The woman next to her smiled. “And how is that possible?” she asked. “And I really think you should stop drinking now.”
Emily stared at the pair of bright blue eyes in front of her - challenging the owner to snatch the half-empty bottle she was holding. “God, you really look like JJ,” she whispered in a sad tone. She put the bottle back on the counter without pouring any more liquid to her glass. “Name’s Emily, by the way,” she introduced herself voluntarily. When the woman in front of her opened her mouth to say something, Emily cut her off, “No, I don’t want to know your name. You’ll be JJ tonight.”
Before they could say anything else, the band on the stage started playing a song. The bar was closing up and they were the only people that were still there. The two women sat and listened to the song.
I said I wouldn't cry
The day you say goodbye
It's not like I'll never see you again
I guess the things you need
You just can't get from me
But you still can reach out to me now and then
My head is spinning round
All my defenses down
I have held the world in my hands
But I can't keep you from slipping away,
If time will show me grace
And you to a better place
Then I can live knowing it wasn't in vain
It hurts so much to know when love means letting go
And no one can tell me that they've felt my pain
No strength can stop you now
Will someone show me how
How to live it over again
'cause I can't keep you from slipping away
I will never break your power over me
I could never shake the thought of you burning in my mind
You're all I see
By the end of the song, Emily had cried silently. Tears fell uncontrollably from her eyes and she had stop trying to wipe them off of her face. “You left me,” Emily said accusingly at the woman beside her. She didn’t care if it wasn’t JJ; she just needed to let it out. “I had never wished I were a man before you told me that you wanted it over because you were pregnant - with the detective. You said you had nothing to do with him just a couple of months before.”
The blonde next to her reached out and wiped the tears off of Emily’s face without saying a word. She knew there was nothing she could say to make the woman in front of her feel better. She sighed.
“Do you know how hard it is to keep a straight face at work? Do you know how much I suffer every time I see you? Do you know how many times I want to end everything so I don’t have to see your face again?” Emily whispered.
The profiler had been fragile since her relationship with JJ ended. She had been putting a lot of efforts to go to work every single day - sober on the outside and numb on the inside. She had only let her facade down at night, when she would go to the pub and drink her heart out.
The pub had been the witness of her broken heart. She was there when baby Henry was born; she was there on the first day JJ came back to work - and she was there every single night whenever they had no cases to solve. It had been her second home.
“She doesn’t deserve you, Emily,” the woman replied.
Emily shook her head. “I don’t deserve her,” she said. “If I did, she wouldn’t run away with the first guy she saw.” She was no longer addressing the woman in front of her as JJ. “I can’t offer her anything but shame. She never wanted it out - our relationship. I suppose I should have thought that something was not right about it. Now she doesn’t have to hide anymore. She has a perfect life - a fiancé, and a baby boy.”
“Maybe she was just afraid then, but then she got pregnant when she had started to overcome her fear,” the blonde tried to reason. “You are a very dear woman, Emily. No one would intentionally hurt you.”
The brunette grew silent. She was too tired to think. She leaned against the woman’s shoulder. “Take me home with you. I don’t want to be alone tonight,” she whispered.
The blonde put her arm around the brunette and led the way. She carefully fastened Emily’s seatbelt and drove away. The brunette mumbled the address of her house. And when she glanced at the woman’s dashboard she frowned. “You don’t have a GPS,” she stated.
“No, I don’t. I happen not to trust GPS very much; not to mention the danger of leaving an accessible info about your address on the dashboard,” the blonde replied.
Emily chuckled. “Smart,” she said, agreeing. She watched as the woman she kept seeing as JJ smiled back at her before starting the ignition. Emily gave the blonde the directions to her house. It was not far from the pub and soon they were there.
The two women reached Emily’s apartment with a lot of efforts as Emily was almost unconscious. The blonde took Emily to her bedroom and lay beside the brunette.
Emily felt a brief kiss on her cheek and she started to cry again. “I love you, JJ,” she whispered before giving away to the deep slumber.
JJ held Emily tight for a few more minutes before placing a tender kiss on the brunette’s lips. She stroke Emily’s hair and got up. Tears welled up in her eyes. “I love you, too, Emily,” she whispered back to the sleeping woman.
The press liaison picked up her belongings and left Emily with a crushed heart. Every night - every single night she would go to the pub to pick Emily up, and every single night she would see Emily in this drunken state, listen to the heart wrenching words, take the brunette home, and leave her alone only to have the cycle repeated the next day.
She had made her choice - a life with her parents’ approval; a life without Emily Prentiss - and now she had to live with it.
JJ took a deep breath as she drove away from Emily’s apartment, bracing herself to go to her own house and face her real life. Tomorrow night, she thought, tomorrow night will be different.
And that was her thought the day before. And the day before that. And the day before that.
a/n: You can find the song HERE
Author: Red a.k.a A.J (about time I use my real initial.. hehee)
Pairing: Emily/JJ (sorta).
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: PG-ish
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Archiving: Be my guest.
Author's note: I am in major writer's block due to things that happened to me irl, but I finally managed to kick myself to write something. It's a real sappy (not to mention crappy) story, but at least I start writing again. I hope you enjoy it anyway. :)
Emily emptied her sixth glass in one big gulp. She leaned her head against the wooden counter table in front of her - it felt cool on her burning skin. Her face was blushed by the heat of alcohol in her blood and she was dizzy.
She didn’t move when someone brushed past her and took the empty seat next to her. She glanced up and scoffed when she saw who the person was. It must have been her imagination. It was two o’clock in the morning and the person she saw couldn’t have been real. Besides, Emily knew for sure that the bartender wouldn’t let anyone sit next to her without saying anything. The bartender was Emily’s friend and he always made sure that the brunette got home safe.
“It’s kind of late for another drink, isn’t it?” the person next to her said softly when Emily poured herself another glass of whiskey.
“Why do you care, you’re not even real,” Emily barked back. She must have been very drunk that she saw things.
“Oh, yes. I am so real,” replied the person.
Emily shrugged and took a big gulp. “Whatever,” she said. “Everyone looks like JJ these days,” she added with a dejected tone.
The woman next to her smiled. “And how is that possible?” she asked. “And I really think you should stop drinking now.”
Emily stared at the pair of bright blue eyes in front of her - challenging the owner to snatch the half-empty bottle she was holding. “God, you really look like JJ,” she whispered in a sad tone. She put the bottle back on the counter without pouring any more liquid to her glass. “Name’s Emily, by the way,” she introduced herself voluntarily. When the woman in front of her opened her mouth to say something, Emily cut her off, “No, I don’t want to know your name. You’ll be JJ tonight.”
Before they could say anything else, the band on the stage started playing a song. The bar was closing up and they were the only people that were still there. The two women sat and listened to the song.
I said I wouldn't cry
The day you say goodbye
It's not like I'll never see you again
I guess the things you need
You just can't get from me
But you still can reach out to me now and then
My head is spinning round
All my defenses down
I have held the world in my hands
But I can't keep you from slipping away,
If time will show me grace
And you to a better place
Then I can live knowing it wasn't in vain
It hurts so much to know when love means letting go
And no one can tell me that they've felt my pain
No strength can stop you now
Will someone show me how
How to live it over again
'cause I can't keep you from slipping away
I will never break your power over me
I could never shake the thought of you burning in my mind
You're all I see
By the end of the song, Emily had cried silently. Tears fell uncontrollably from her eyes and she had stop trying to wipe them off of her face. “You left me,” Emily said accusingly at the woman beside her. She didn’t care if it wasn’t JJ; she just needed to let it out. “I had never wished I were a man before you told me that you wanted it over because you were pregnant - with the detective. You said you had nothing to do with him just a couple of months before.”
The blonde next to her reached out and wiped the tears off of Emily’s face without saying a word. She knew there was nothing she could say to make the woman in front of her feel better. She sighed.
“Do you know how hard it is to keep a straight face at work? Do you know how much I suffer every time I see you? Do you know how many times I want to end everything so I don’t have to see your face again?” Emily whispered.
The profiler had been fragile since her relationship with JJ ended. She had been putting a lot of efforts to go to work every single day - sober on the outside and numb on the inside. She had only let her facade down at night, when she would go to the pub and drink her heart out.
The pub had been the witness of her broken heart. She was there when baby Henry was born; she was there on the first day JJ came back to work - and she was there every single night whenever they had no cases to solve. It had been her second home.
“She doesn’t deserve you, Emily,” the woman replied.
Emily shook her head. “I don’t deserve her,” she said. “If I did, she wouldn’t run away with the first guy she saw.” She was no longer addressing the woman in front of her as JJ. “I can’t offer her anything but shame. She never wanted it out - our relationship. I suppose I should have thought that something was not right about it. Now she doesn’t have to hide anymore. She has a perfect life - a fiancé, and a baby boy.”
“Maybe she was just afraid then, but then she got pregnant when she had started to overcome her fear,” the blonde tried to reason. “You are a very dear woman, Emily. No one would intentionally hurt you.”
The brunette grew silent. She was too tired to think. She leaned against the woman’s shoulder. “Take me home with you. I don’t want to be alone tonight,” she whispered.
The blonde put her arm around the brunette and led the way. She carefully fastened Emily’s seatbelt and drove away. The brunette mumbled the address of her house. And when she glanced at the woman’s dashboard she frowned. “You don’t have a GPS,” she stated.
“No, I don’t. I happen not to trust GPS very much; not to mention the danger of leaving an accessible info about your address on the dashboard,” the blonde replied.
Emily chuckled. “Smart,” she said, agreeing. She watched as the woman she kept seeing as JJ smiled back at her before starting the ignition. Emily gave the blonde the directions to her house. It was not far from the pub and soon they were there.
The two women reached Emily’s apartment with a lot of efforts as Emily was almost unconscious. The blonde took Emily to her bedroom and lay beside the brunette.
Emily felt a brief kiss on her cheek and she started to cry again. “I love you, JJ,” she whispered before giving away to the deep slumber.
JJ held Emily tight for a few more minutes before placing a tender kiss on the brunette’s lips. She stroke Emily’s hair and got up. Tears welled up in her eyes. “I love you, too, Emily,” she whispered back to the sleeping woman.
The press liaison picked up her belongings and left Emily with a crushed heart. Every night - every single night she would go to the pub to pick Emily up, and every single night she would see Emily in this drunken state, listen to the heart wrenching words, take the brunette home, and leave her alone only to have the cycle repeated the next day.
She had made her choice - a life with her parents’ approval; a life without Emily Prentiss - and now she had to live with it.
JJ took a deep breath as she drove away from Emily’s apartment, bracing herself to go to her own house and face her real life. Tomorrow night, she thought, tomorrow night will be different.
And that was her thought the day before. And the day before that. And the day before that.
a/n: You can find the song HERE