FF: She Sees
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Emily/JJ
A/N: I'm having a dry spell so I'm trying to force the rain by posting the first dribble that comes to mind. Apologies to JJ and Em but hopefully I'll be able to think of something proper soon.
I know who's on the other side of the door even before I turn the lock.
There had been a moment, at the end of the case, when her eyes met mine and suddenly I could tell that she knew. Just knew, how much I was hurting. How the images from the case had already started to plague my thoughts. I couldn't say anything. Too afraid to question just what it was that she does see, all those times her look meets mine. I might be the profiler, but she can read me better than anyone I've ever known.
When the door opens she just smiles at me; not the full, exuberant smile that signals her joy or even the fake smile she displays for the cameras. This smile is sad and warm, understanding and fierce, and so many other things I cannot even begin to name. And what steals the breath from my lungs is knowing that it's all for me.
As she slips effortlessly into my arms, I know that I've been a fool not to reach out to her. Her knowledge of me is terrifying, but it's also the only thing keeping me from drowning in a sea of other people's pain. I close my eyes and for the first time in hours it's not the dead that I see, but my bright haired angel come to save me.
Pairing: Emily/JJ
A/N: I'm having a dry spell so I'm trying to force the rain by posting the first dribble that comes to mind. Apologies to JJ and Em but hopefully I'll be able to think of something proper soon.
I know who's on the other side of the door even before I turn the lock.
There had been a moment, at the end of the case, when her eyes met mine and suddenly I could tell that she knew. Just knew, how much I was hurting. How the images from the case had already started to plague my thoughts. I couldn't say anything. Too afraid to question just what it was that she does see, all those times her look meets mine. I might be the profiler, but she can read me better than anyone I've ever known.
When the door opens she just smiles at me; not the full, exuberant smile that signals her joy or even the fake smile she displays for the cameras. This smile is sad and warm, understanding and fierce, and so many other things I cannot even begin to name. And what steals the breath from my lungs is knowing that it's all for me.
As she slips effortlessly into my arms, I know that I've been a fool not to reach out to her. Her knowledge of me is terrifying, but it's also the only thing keeping me from drowning in a sea of other people's pain. I close my eyes and for the first time in hours it's not the dead that I see, but my bright haired angel come to save me.