Fic: If I Could Turn Back Time - Chapter 1/Part 1
Title: If I Could Turn Back Time
Author: Steppenwolf_20
Fandom: CSI:Miami/Criminal Minds
Pairing: Emily/JJ, Calleigh/Natalia
Disclaimer: None of the beautiful ladies are mine. No infringement intended.
Rating: make that NC-17
Warnings: Overall there is consensual sex between women, swearing, some homophobes and oh yes, character death. But no worries my lovelies, all will be good in the end.
Setting: This is set midseason 3 Criminal Minds, and around/during CSI: Miami 7.14 ‘Smoke gets in your CSIs’. Also it is a direct sequel to “The Barbie Murders” and “Long Distance Calls”
Spoiler: see setting
A/N: This first chapter is of the longer variety, so I’m posting it in three parts. I would advise to read “The Barbie Murders” and “Long Distance Calls” first, if you haven’t already, but you can probably follow the story without.
A/N 2: I had a banner to go with this story ever since I finished The Barbie Murders, but sadly my computer crashed and I have yet to recover all of my data from that HD.
Thanks: to my beta yellowsmurf6 for being awesome :)
Quantico, FBI Headquarters
Jennifer Jareau put down the file she was reading and looked at her ringing cell. It was Will. Again. It was the tenth time he had called, and that was just today. She sent the call to her voicemail and buried her face in her hands, lightly massaging her temples. She felt a major headache approaching.
Ever since she had flown to New Orleans to break up with him, Will had called numerous times every day and night. On her cell, at home, he had even called her at work.
That’s how Emily found her when she came in to check on the blonde before she was going home for the day.
“Hey, JJ, are you okay?” she asked worriedly. JJ had been on edge lately. Nervous, jumpy, with problems concentrating. The whole team had noticed by now that something was definitely up.
When the younger agent looked up at her friend, trying to smile as not to worry her, Emily was baffled. It was a fake smile, one that didn’t reach the blonde’s eyes and her whole appearance was kind of dull.
“Everything is fine, Emily,” she tried to assure the brunette.
“Oh I can see that,” Emily responded sarcastically. “You’re not even close to fine, Jennifer. What’s up?”
“Nothing, really, it’s just …”
In that exact moment her cell decided to ring again. JJ looked at the caller ID and couldn’t stop the groan. Will again.
“What? Who is it JJ?”
JJ sighed deeply; she didn’t have any strength left to pretend.
“It’s Will,” she answered defeated.
“Will? William LaMontagne, that detective from New Orleans?” Emily asked cautiously.
“Yes, that would be the one.”
“What about him?”
“I broke up with him, and since then he’s calling at least twenty times a day. Day and night. I haven’t had a decent night’s sleep for days.”
“You … broke up with him?” Emily was perplexed. “You mean you were … dating?”
“Yes.”
Emily sat down heavily in the chair facing JJ’s desk. A million thoughts were swirling through her head all at once. She sure as hell hadn’t seen that one coming.
JJ’s head, on the other hand, was absolutely empty. All she could do was to stare blankly at Emily and wait for her reaction. She didn’t have the strength to worry or to explain. She just wanted this to be over.
When JJ didn’t add anything for a while, Emily looked up at her. Never had she seen JJ like this. There was absolutely nothing in her face, in her eyes. No emotion, no thought, no life. And while it hurt her to learn that JJ had dated that detective, to see her like this hurt even more. She didn’t want to see JJ suffer like this.
“What gives him the damn right to harass you like that?” Emily burst out, jumping off the chair. “You told him to leave you alone, right?”
JJ nodded. “Yes, I was pretty clear that I was in love with someone else and that it was over between us.”
“And why is he calling you constantly? I mean, I always thought he was a little dense, but this …”
“He said something like, ‘Come back to me, you can’t live like that. A woman can never make you happy.’ Yadda, yadda, yadda.”
Emily’s heart skipped a beat. Could it be? Should she dare hope that JJ was talking about her? But the older woman knew that this was not the time to prey on that. Now was the time to protect JJ from Will’s attacks.
“You know what, why don’t you come and stay at my place tonight. We’ll let Hotch know where he can reach you, and you can turn off your cell. You’ll be able to sleep and tomorrow everything will look brighter. And the next time he calls, let me talk to him. I’ll tell him where he can shove his opinions.”
JJ sighed. A full night’s rest sounded like heaven to her. She didn’t even think about the fact, that Emily had just invited her to her place. Something she had dreamed about for the last weeks constantly.
“Sounds wonderful, but Em, you don’t have to.”
“Nonsense. You’re my co - worker, my friend. You’re family, Jennifer.” ‘And I love you.’ “You would do the same thing.”
“Okay, I have my go-bag. Can you go and tell Hotch while I finish up here?”
“Sure thing. Be right back.”
One and a half hours later, JJ was sitting in some comfy sweat pants and her favorite hoodie under a warm blanket on Emily’s couch enjoying the Chinese take-out they had picked up on their way. She felt eerily calm and safe here, and for the first time in days she could actually relax.
Miami, residence of Calleigh Duquesne
Calleigh was pacing her living room nervously. Ever since she had last talked to JJ she had tried to have ‘the talk’ with Natalia, but every time, something had come up. Either they had been called to a case or one of their co-workers had unexpectedly shown up. So, in order to avoid any further interference she had invited Natalia to her place.
She nearly jumped when the doorbell finally rang. Taking a deep breath, she smoothed out some invisible crinkles in her slacks and opened the door.
Upon seeing Natalia, Calleigh’s heart skipped a beat. The brunette wasn’t really dressed up, wearing low cut jeans and a white, sleeveless shirt, but to Calleigh she looked absolutely stunning; the white nicely accentuating the taller woman’s natural skin tone.
“Hey,” was all Calleigh was able to say.
Natalia wasn’t any less speechless. Seeing the blonde in black slacks, a black button down shirt, and a grey pin-stripe vest didn’t leave much room for any conscious thought.
“Hey,” Natalia answered.
After what seemed like an eternity, Calleigh finally snapped out of it.
“Come in.” The blonde opened the door wider and stepped aside to let Natalia pass.
“Where should I put the food?” Natalia asked, referring to the take-out bag she was carrying.
“Let’s go to the kitchen.” Calleigh closed the door behind her friend and followed her to the kitchen, not without noticing how nice the jeans hugged Natalia’s hips and ass.
“Just put it on the counter. Want something to drink?” She opened the fridge and looked inside. “I have water, OJ, beer, or coke. Or if you want something stronger, I think I have some vodka and whiskey in the bar.” Calleigh was glad she went shopping the other day and had stocked up on some essentials.
“You know what I really want?” Natalia asked, stepping up behind Calleigh and whispering into her ear.
The unexpected proximity sent a shiver down the blonde’s spine and she turned around, closing the fridge with one hand behind her back, only to find herself staring into brown eyes. The ability to speak abandoned her, and she had to swallow hard, shaking her head no.
Natalia took another step and closed the last distance between them. Putting her hands on either side of Calleigh’s head against the refrigerator she leaned in and whispered: “You.”
Calleigh closed her eyes, the scent of Natalia making her head spin. This was what she wanted, too. She wanted to grab the brunette and kiss her senseless. She wanted to undress her and make love to her for hours, hearing Natalia scream her name when she came undone under her ministrations. She had dreamed of this moment for so long, but she still had some things to explain first. She couldn’t give in to her desires just yet.
“Cal, look at me, please,” Natalia pleaded.
The blonde opened her eyes and some of her doubts must have shown through, because Natalia merely smiled at her, uttering “I don’t care what it is Calleigh, I’m tired of waiting. You could never do anything that I couldn’t understand.” And without waiting for an answer, she leaned in and captured Calleigh’s lips with her own.
The first touch of their lips, barely more than the touch of a butterfly wing, sent bolts of electricity through Calleigh’s body and her brain shut down. She couldn’t help but moan upon the contact, entwining her hands in Natalia’s hair and pulling her in closer, deepening the kiss.
Natalia groaned appreciatively when the blonde pulled her in closer, her tongue demanding entrance, her body pushing into her. She felt the blonde’s need for this, realized that Calleigh needed this as much as she did.
They had talked for hours and hours. Natalia knew that she had hurt Calleigh deeply with her trysts with various, drunken one-night-stands; she knew that she had hurt Calleigh by not trusting her, not confiding in her. And she had tried to explain, not sugar coating anything, not giving herself a break. Natalia had put it all out there, and in the end she knew that her cruel honesty had been what had won Calleigh back.
But now she felt they had spent enough time talking. She loved Calleigh and she thought the blonde loved her too. She was done dancing around. Maybe a more aggressive approach was what they both needed, and judging by Calleigh’s response that was exactly the case.
Calleigh was in heaven. The woman of her dreams was kissing her, touching her. She couldn’t help her body’s reactions. Her hands left Natalia’s hair in order to find some skin to touch, to caress, and had found their way under the brunette’s shirt. Her tongue was exploring every inch of Natalia’s mouth and her pelvis was pressing into the brunette in search for some friction. She felt Natalia’s finger open the buttons of her vest and shirt and every fiber in her body longed for her touch, for her lips.
Natalia wanted to undress Calleigh and claim her. She wanted to make love to her and see her liquefy under her touch, but she didn’t want it to happen like this. In the kitchen, standing, just seeking release.
“Calleigh, let’s move this to your bedroom, please? I want to love you properly. I want to make this special.”
The depth of Natalia’s feelings, her desire for something special for their first time together brought Calleigh back to her senses.
“Stop! Please, Nat. I have to … Oh, God. We can’t do this. Not like this.”
Author: Steppenwolf_20
Fandom: CSI:Miami/Criminal Minds
Pairing: Emily/JJ, Calleigh/Natalia
Disclaimer: None of the beautiful ladies are mine. No infringement intended.
Rating: make that NC-17
Warnings: Overall there is consensual sex between women, swearing, some homophobes and oh yes, character death. But no worries my lovelies, all will be good in the end.
Setting: This is set midseason 3 Criminal Minds, and around/during CSI: Miami 7.14 ‘Smoke gets in your CSIs’. Also it is a direct sequel to “The Barbie Murders” and “Long Distance Calls”
Spoiler: see setting
A/N: This first chapter is of the longer variety, so I’m posting it in three parts. I would advise to read “The Barbie Murders” and “Long Distance Calls” first, if you haven’t already, but you can probably follow the story without.
A/N 2: I had a banner to go with this story ever since I finished The Barbie Murders, but sadly my computer crashed and I have yet to recover all of my data from that HD.
Thanks: to my beta yellowsmurf6 for being awesome :)
Quantico, FBI Headquarters
Jennifer Jareau put down the file she was reading and looked at her ringing cell. It was Will. Again. It was the tenth time he had called, and that was just today. She sent the call to her voicemail and buried her face in her hands, lightly massaging her temples. She felt a major headache approaching.
Ever since she had flown to New Orleans to break up with him, Will had called numerous times every day and night. On her cell, at home, he had even called her at work.
That’s how Emily found her when she came in to check on the blonde before she was going home for the day.
“Hey, JJ, are you okay?” she asked worriedly. JJ had been on edge lately. Nervous, jumpy, with problems concentrating. The whole team had noticed by now that something was definitely up.
When the younger agent looked up at her friend, trying to smile as not to worry her, Emily was baffled. It was a fake smile, one that didn’t reach the blonde’s eyes and her whole appearance was kind of dull.
“Everything is fine, Emily,” she tried to assure the brunette.
“Oh I can see that,” Emily responded sarcastically. “You’re not even close to fine, Jennifer. What’s up?”
“Nothing, really, it’s just …”
In that exact moment her cell decided to ring again. JJ looked at the caller ID and couldn’t stop the groan. Will again.
“What? Who is it JJ?”
JJ sighed deeply; she didn’t have any strength left to pretend.
“It’s Will,” she answered defeated.
“Will? William LaMontagne, that detective from New Orleans?” Emily asked cautiously.
“Yes, that would be the one.”
“What about him?”
“I broke up with him, and since then he’s calling at least twenty times a day. Day and night. I haven’t had a decent night’s sleep for days.”
“You … broke up with him?” Emily was perplexed. “You mean you were … dating?”
“Yes.”
Emily sat down heavily in the chair facing JJ’s desk. A million thoughts were swirling through her head all at once. She sure as hell hadn’t seen that one coming.
JJ’s head, on the other hand, was absolutely empty. All she could do was to stare blankly at Emily and wait for her reaction. She didn’t have the strength to worry or to explain. She just wanted this to be over.
When JJ didn’t add anything for a while, Emily looked up at her. Never had she seen JJ like this. There was absolutely nothing in her face, in her eyes. No emotion, no thought, no life. And while it hurt her to learn that JJ had dated that detective, to see her like this hurt even more. She didn’t want to see JJ suffer like this.
“What gives him the damn right to harass you like that?” Emily burst out, jumping off the chair. “You told him to leave you alone, right?”
JJ nodded. “Yes, I was pretty clear that I was in love with someone else and that it was over between us.”
“And why is he calling you constantly? I mean, I always thought he was a little dense, but this …”
“He said something like, ‘Come back to me, you can’t live like that. A woman can never make you happy.’ Yadda, yadda, yadda.”
Emily’s heart skipped a beat. Could it be? Should she dare hope that JJ was talking about her? But the older woman knew that this was not the time to prey on that. Now was the time to protect JJ from Will’s attacks.
“You know what, why don’t you come and stay at my place tonight. We’ll let Hotch know where he can reach you, and you can turn off your cell. You’ll be able to sleep and tomorrow everything will look brighter. And the next time he calls, let me talk to him. I’ll tell him where he can shove his opinions.”
JJ sighed. A full night’s rest sounded like heaven to her. She didn’t even think about the fact, that Emily had just invited her to her place. Something she had dreamed about for the last weeks constantly.
“Sounds wonderful, but Em, you don’t have to.”
“Nonsense. You’re my co - worker, my friend. You’re family, Jennifer.” ‘And I love you.’ “You would do the same thing.”
“Okay, I have my go-bag. Can you go and tell Hotch while I finish up here?”
“Sure thing. Be right back.”
One and a half hours later, JJ was sitting in some comfy sweat pants and her favorite hoodie under a warm blanket on Emily’s couch enjoying the Chinese take-out they had picked up on their way. She felt eerily calm and safe here, and for the first time in days she could actually relax.
Miami, residence of Calleigh Duquesne
Calleigh was pacing her living room nervously. Ever since she had last talked to JJ she had tried to have ‘the talk’ with Natalia, but every time, something had come up. Either they had been called to a case or one of their co-workers had unexpectedly shown up. So, in order to avoid any further interference she had invited Natalia to her place.
She nearly jumped when the doorbell finally rang. Taking a deep breath, she smoothed out some invisible crinkles in her slacks and opened the door.
Upon seeing Natalia, Calleigh’s heart skipped a beat. The brunette wasn’t really dressed up, wearing low cut jeans and a white, sleeveless shirt, but to Calleigh she looked absolutely stunning; the white nicely accentuating the taller woman’s natural skin tone.
“Hey,” was all Calleigh was able to say.
Natalia wasn’t any less speechless. Seeing the blonde in black slacks, a black button down shirt, and a grey pin-stripe vest didn’t leave much room for any conscious thought.
“Hey,” Natalia answered.
After what seemed like an eternity, Calleigh finally snapped out of it.
“Come in.” The blonde opened the door wider and stepped aside to let Natalia pass.
“Where should I put the food?” Natalia asked, referring to the take-out bag she was carrying.
“Let’s go to the kitchen.” Calleigh closed the door behind her friend and followed her to the kitchen, not without noticing how nice the jeans hugged Natalia’s hips and ass.
“Just put it on the counter. Want something to drink?” She opened the fridge and looked inside. “I have water, OJ, beer, or coke. Or if you want something stronger, I think I have some vodka and whiskey in the bar.” Calleigh was glad she went shopping the other day and had stocked up on some essentials.
“You know what I really want?” Natalia asked, stepping up behind Calleigh and whispering into her ear.
The unexpected proximity sent a shiver down the blonde’s spine and she turned around, closing the fridge with one hand behind her back, only to find herself staring into brown eyes. The ability to speak abandoned her, and she had to swallow hard, shaking her head no.
Natalia took another step and closed the last distance between them. Putting her hands on either side of Calleigh’s head against the refrigerator she leaned in and whispered: “You.”
Calleigh closed her eyes, the scent of Natalia making her head spin. This was what she wanted, too. She wanted to grab the brunette and kiss her senseless. She wanted to undress her and make love to her for hours, hearing Natalia scream her name when she came undone under her ministrations. She had dreamed of this moment for so long, but she still had some things to explain first. She couldn’t give in to her desires just yet.
“Cal, look at me, please,” Natalia pleaded.
The blonde opened her eyes and some of her doubts must have shown through, because Natalia merely smiled at her, uttering “I don’t care what it is Calleigh, I’m tired of waiting. You could never do anything that I couldn’t understand.” And without waiting for an answer, she leaned in and captured Calleigh’s lips with her own.
The first touch of their lips, barely more than the touch of a butterfly wing, sent bolts of electricity through Calleigh’s body and her brain shut down. She couldn’t help but moan upon the contact, entwining her hands in Natalia’s hair and pulling her in closer, deepening the kiss.
Natalia groaned appreciatively when the blonde pulled her in closer, her tongue demanding entrance, her body pushing into her. She felt the blonde’s need for this, realized that Calleigh needed this as much as she did.
They had talked for hours and hours. Natalia knew that she had hurt Calleigh deeply with her trysts with various, drunken one-night-stands; she knew that she had hurt Calleigh by not trusting her, not confiding in her. And she had tried to explain, not sugar coating anything, not giving herself a break. Natalia had put it all out there, and in the end she knew that her cruel honesty had been what had won Calleigh back.
But now she felt they had spent enough time talking. She loved Calleigh and she thought the blonde loved her too. She was done dancing around. Maybe a more aggressive approach was what they both needed, and judging by Calleigh’s response that was exactly the case.
Calleigh was in heaven. The woman of her dreams was kissing her, touching her. She couldn’t help her body’s reactions. Her hands left Natalia’s hair in order to find some skin to touch, to caress, and had found their way under the brunette’s shirt. Her tongue was exploring every inch of Natalia’s mouth and her pelvis was pressing into the brunette in search for some friction. She felt Natalia’s finger open the buttons of her vest and shirt and every fiber in her body longed for her touch, for her lips.
Natalia wanted to undress Calleigh and claim her. She wanted to make love to her and see her liquefy under her touch, but she didn’t want it to happen like this. In the kitchen, standing, just seeking release.
“Calleigh, let’s move this to your bedroom, please? I want to love you properly. I want to make this special.”
The depth of Natalia’s feelings, her desire for something special for their first time together brought Calleigh back to her senses.
“Stop! Please, Nat. I have to … Oh, God. We can’t do this. Not like this.”