Listen To Your Heart (8/11)
As promised, chapter 8. My exams are over, and the last one went really well, so I'm in a good enough mood for daily updates. Yay!
Comments are still appreciated.
Emily, Morgan and Reid were sitting in the bullpen, looking up to the closed door of JJ’s office.
“No way I’m going in there,” Morgan said. “Anderson came out nearly crying, and Jennings actually did cry. I’m not doing it.”
“Well somebody has to go in there. We need those reports, we can’t continue without them,” Reid pointed out.
“So you do it,” Morgan said. “She likes you, she won’t do anything to you.”
“Derek Morgan, are you saying you’re afraid of a woman half your size?” Emily teased.
“I’m not scared, I’m being cautious,” Morgan defended himself. “JJ’s seven months pregnant, highly hormonal, and the best shot in the FBI. I’m not taking any chances.”
Reid nodded, indicating he too wasn’t inclined to enter the office.
“Fine, I’ll go,” Emily gave in. “But you guys owe me.”
The guys just shrugged and looked happy.
Emily knocked on the door, but there was no answer. She took her chances, and opened the door anyway. JJ heard the knock, but she wasn’t really in the mood for talking, so she didn’t answer. It didn’t help, because she heard the door open anyway. She looked up, ready to give the intruder a piece of her mind, but all she saw was a white Kleenex.
“You can come in, Emily, I won’t hurt you,” JJ said smiling when she realized who the arm belonged to.
“I know you won’t, I was just being careful. I need the files from last case, so we can finish up.”
“Okay, ehm, they should be here somewhere, let me just -“
Emily just laughed at the blonde agent as she was rummaging through the stacks of files on her desk, trying to find the right one. Normally, JJ’s desk was messy, but lately it looked more like a war zone than the office of an FBI agent. But no matter how funny it looked, it worried Emily, because it meant that something was bothering her friend.
“Aha, got it.”
“Okay, thank you,” she said as she accepted the file. She looked at JJ for a moment, trying to gauge her mood, and then decided to just go for it.
“What’s wrong, JJ? I know something’s bothering you, and I just wish you’d talk to me. Maybe I can help.”
“No you can’t,” JJ replied. Please do, she thought.
Emily didn’t understand. She had helped JJ get through her pregnancy so far, why would this be any different? Is she blushing? Emily thought. When it became apparent JJ wasn’t going to tell anything, she tried for a different approach.
“JJ, come on, you face a crowd of outraged, pushy reporters on an almost daily basis, and you’re afraid to tell me something?
“Yeah, well, I don’t have to tell those reporters that I’m horny”, JJ muttered under her breath.
“Sorry, what? You’re… horny?” Emily asked dumbfounded. She didn’t expect that.
“Yes, I’m horny! I’m eight months pregnant, and these hormones just make me go crazy. There’s no one to help me with it, and I’m too damn big to help myself properly. And cold showers can only do so much. So yeah: I’m fucking horny!”
She hadn’t meant to blurt it out like that, she really hadn’t. It was way too much information, and she really didn’t want to tell. But Emily was looking at her in that way only she could, and she really was frustrated. So when she started talking, it was like the dam burst and there was no stopping it. She regretted it almost instantly though, especially because it seemed to have made Emily extremely uncomfortable.
“Oh, ehm… Okay, so I’ll just… Ehm… Bye,” Emily very eloquently managed to say before turning around and bolting from the office.
Oh God, JJ thought, could that be any more awkward? Apparently, it could, she found out later that night. And thank God for that.
Later that night, Emily showed up at JJ’s house. As soon as she opened the door, Emily started talking.
“JJ, how’s your pregnancy going?” she asked.
“Ehm, fine, I guess,” JJ replied, thoroughly confused. What kind of question was that, after the conversation they had that day?
“So no risk of early labour or anything?” Emily asked further.
“No, everything’s fine. You know that, you were there when the doctor told me.”
“Oh, right. So I’ve been researching, about what you said earlier today. And I was thinking, maybe I can help. If everything’s fine with the pregnancy, this can’t cause any problems. So, ehm, here,” and with that, she handed JJ a brown paper bag.
“And I’ll see you tomorrow.”
And then Emily left without further explanation, leaving a very confused JJ standing in the doorway. She went back inside, curious about what was in the bag. She opened it, and her eyes went wide with realization when she saw what was in it. Oh my God, she bought me a vibrator! was the first thing she thought. The second was: Why didn’t I think of that?
Part 9
Comments are still appreciated.
Emily, Morgan and Reid were sitting in the bullpen, looking up to the closed door of JJ’s office.
“No way I’m going in there,” Morgan said. “Anderson came out nearly crying, and Jennings actually did cry. I’m not doing it.”
“Well somebody has to go in there. We need those reports, we can’t continue without them,” Reid pointed out.
“So you do it,” Morgan said. “She likes you, she won’t do anything to you.”
“Derek Morgan, are you saying you’re afraid of a woman half your size?” Emily teased.
“I’m not scared, I’m being cautious,” Morgan defended himself. “JJ’s seven months pregnant, highly hormonal, and the best shot in the FBI. I’m not taking any chances.”
Reid nodded, indicating he too wasn’t inclined to enter the office.
“Fine, I’ll go,” Emily gave in. “But you guys owe me.”
The guys just shrugged and looked happy.
Emily knocked on the door, but there was no answer. She took her chances, and opened the door anyway. JJ heard the knock, but she wasn’t really in the mood for talking, so she didn’t answer. It didn’t help, because she heard the door open anyway. She looked up, ready to give the intruder a piece of her mind, but all she saw was a white Kleenex.
“You can come in, Emily, I won’t hurt you,” JJ said smiling when she realized who the arm belonged to.
“I know you won’t, I was just being careful. I need the files from last case, so we can finish up.”
“Okay, ehm, they should be here somewhere, let me just -“
Emily just laughed at the blonde agent as she was rummaging through the stacks of files on her desk, trying to find the right one. Normally, JJ’s desk was messy, but lately it looked more like a war zone than the office of an FBI agent. But no matter how funny it looked, it worried Emily, because it meant that something was bothering her friend.
“Aha, got it.”
“Okay, thank you,” she said as she accepted the file. She looked at JJ for a moment, trying to gauge her mood, and then decided to just go for it.
“What’s wrong, JJ? I know something’s bothering you, and I just wish you’d talk to me. Maybe I can help.”
“No you can’t,” JJ replied. Please do, she thought.
Emily didn’t understand. She had helped JJ get through her pregnancy so far, why would this be any different? Is she blushing? Emily thought. When it became apparent JJ wasn’t going to tell anything, she tried for a different approach.
“JJ, come on, you face a crowd of outraged, pushy reporters on an almost daily basis, and you’re afraid to tell me something?
“Yeah, well, I don’t have to tell those reporters that I’m horny”, JJ muttered under her breath.
“Sorry, what? You’re… horny?” Emily asked dumbfounded. She didn’t expect that.
“Yes, I’m horny! I’m eight months pregnant, and these hormones just make me go crazy. There’s no one to help me with it, and I’m too damn big to help myself properly. And cold showers can only do so much. So yeah: I’m fucking horny!”
She hadn’t meant to blurt it out like that, she really hadn’t. It was way too much information, and she really didn’t want to tell. But Emily was looking at her in that way only she could, and she really was frustrated. So when she started talking, it was like the dam burst and there was no stopping it. She regretted it almost instantly though, especially because it seemed to have made Emily extremely uncomfortable.
“Oh, ehm… Okay, so I’ll just… Ehm… Bye,” Emily very eloquently managed to say before turning around and bolting from the office.
Oh God, JJ thought, could that be any more awkward? Apparently, it could, she found out later that night. And thank God for that.
Later that night, Emily showed up at JJ’s house. As soon as she opened the door, Emily started talking.
“JJ, how’s your pregnancy going?” she asked.
“Ehm, fine, I guess,” JJ replied, thoroughly confused. What kind of question was that, after the conversation they had that day?
“So no risk of early labour or anything?” Emily asked further.
“No, everything’s fine. You know that, you were there when the doctor told me.”
“Oh, right. So I’ve been researching, about what you said earlier today. And I was thinking, maybe I can help. If everything’s fine with the pregnancy, this can’t cause any problems. So, ehm, here,” and with that, she handed JJ a brown paper bag.
“And I’ll see you tomorrow.”
And then Emily left without further explanation, leaving a very confused JJ standing in the doorway. She went back inside, curious about what was in the bag. She opened it, and her eyes went wide with realization when she saw what was in it. Oh my God, she bought me a vibrator! was the first thing she thought. The second was: Why didn’t I think of that?
Part 9