#jj jareau x queer!reader

[railingsofsorrow]

Somewhere Underlined

summary: jennifer jareau would be the death of you someday, you know that and you'd probably let her. surprisingly, you weren't aware that you caused that same reaction on her, too. 

pairing: jj jareau x fem!queer!reader 

w.c: 4.8K

warnings/content: lots of yearning and miscommunication; angst (wouldn't be me without any angst); flirting; fear of rejection; this is not a coming out fic but it discusses the topic; description about impulsive actions & consent & acceptance; foul language at some point; murder is briefly mentioned; mentions of bad experiences regarding relationships; friendly banter; an argument; fluff; making out. 

A/N: this is my entry for @the-guilty-writer pride fic challenge! I didn't chose an specific prompt. I've had this idea for a long time and when I saw this challenge I thought “oh, that's how this is going to go.” hopefully, you'll like it <3 and happy pride month!!!!

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“I think I'm in love with her.”  

You don't go around revealing your life to the first person you see. That's just not you. But have you ever been through one of those moments where your mind trails back to that person and all you can see it's her eyes, her smile, the scrunch of her nose when she's concentrated and the tilt of her head when she's confused about something?  

And then, it slips out. Your heart speaks for itself, you can't control it.  

“Huh?” Penelope queried, drifting her attention back to you. She has been ogling some blonde dude since the moment you came into the bar. You didn't understand the appeal. He was just an average white probably tasteless man. Penelope could do so much better, but that was none of your business.  

You were ogling someone else as well, so. Hypocrite.  

“Wait—what?” The blonde gripped your arm, eyes widening behind her glasses as if a realization has come to her. “Who are you in love with?” 

Oh, she heard that? Somehow you thought it could have been muffled by the loud music.  

You know some order thing that could be muffled? JJ and her stupid flirting with that stupid guy beside you. God, if she giggled one more time you'd break your beer bottle in your head.  

You wondered what would Penelope think in case she knew who you were talking about. You've received a lot of looks because of your sexual orientation over the years and it's long gone that part of you that cared so much about what people thought of you. You were a grown woman, successful in your field and you didn't depend on anyone to survive. Especially prejudiced people. But those people in the bar, they weren't just people. They have become your family. You couldn't stop thinking if they would treat you differently if they knew you weren't straight.  

“Baby girl and princess!” You step out of your inner turmoil to acknowledge a very drunk Derek Morgan. Both of his arms around yours and Garcia's shoulders. He was the touchy kind of drunk. You didn't complain and you knew by your friend's wicked grin that she wouldn't either. “Now what are you doing here moping around? There's a dance floor with plenty of space over there.” 

“Oh, I can see that. Are you taking us there then?” 

“I'd be more than happy too.” 

Before Penelope could drag you out, you clicked your tongue under the roof of your mouth.  

“Sorry, not tonight. My legs are killing me.” 

Derek chuckled, shaking his head in disapproval. “Because of when we jogged after the unsub?” 

Grabbing a shot of tequila and promptly throwing your head back, you straighten your back while staring back at him, a scowl present in your features.  

“You call that jogging? I'm not a gym rat like you, Morgan.” 

“I can see that, we need to change that!” 

“Uh-huh,” you push his shoulder playfully. “Convince Spencer first and we can all wake up at five a.m together to run around the Headquarters.” 

Derek yelled through the music about always getting what he wanted in the end and he wouldn't give up before Garcia whisked him away to the dance floor and they disappeared from your sight.  

A smile lingered on your lips until you realized the golden strands almost touching your arm and your mood went sour again. Thankfully or not, you could no longer hear the flirting, maybe the alcohol was being effective and numbing your eardrums. 

“A pretty face like that cannot carry anything but a smile.”  

Really, someone was about to get punched tonight and you wouldn't be responsible for your choices. What would it take for you to be alone and sad for a few minutes— “Oh,” you blinked at Emily, shoulders sagging in relief. “It's you.” 

You saw her grin through the glass she was sipping on. “Don't act so excited.” 

“It's not that.” You rolled your eyes. “I thought it was another asshole trying to get my number. I'm so done with men tonight.” 

“Hey,” she raised her glass, mentioning your beer. As you did, you clicked them together. “Preach. We should kill all of them.” 

You leaned on her arm, face splitting into a shit-eating grin. Yes, the alcohol was finally in your system. “Such a good idea I could kiss you for it.”  

There was some cheering going around and when you looked back at the dance floor, Penelope was the center of attention. Hotch and Rossi looked like they were having the time of their lives watching the scene, while Blake cheered her on just as strongly as everyone else.  

Sometimes, you wished you had Penelope's confidence. She'd walk into the room with colorful clothes and heels decorated by herself and she'd own it. That was your best friend. Spontaneous, strong and one of the best people you knew.  

If you had half of that confidence you might have confessed your stupid feelings for the woman you were head over heels for. You had to watch her flirt with someone else right in front of you as if it didn't make your heart break because you wanted it to be you instead. 

“Kiss me then.”  

Spinning around to stare at Emily, you blinked confused. “Uh?” 

“You said you'd kiss me,” Emily tilted her head, her dark strands slipping out from behind her ear and covering half of her face. “Do it then.” Her tone had a tinge of playfulness but even in your inebriated state, you saw the truth between the lines.  

You'd never thought of Emily as more than someone you could share everything with. She's been your friend since you entered the Bureau, shy and isolated, she helped you get out of your shell and admit your true persona. She knew everything about you, even more than Penelope, your best friend. Being Queer was something that Emily had a lot to say about and it brought you two closer. To both of you, it was nice to speak without stepping on eggshells, fearing you'd be looked at differently by your friends. 

You were aware she's beautiful. Of course you were, you're not blind. Emily Prentiss was powerful and she radiated grace wherever she walked. That's just something you never... thought about. You never thought that boundary could be crossed. 

Until now. 

“Do you really want me to?” You asked, glancing down at her shiny lips. Another thing you knew about Emily, she hates lipstick, her go-to choice would always be plain chapstick or lipgloss.  

Emily brushed a strand of hair behind your shoulder, leaning forward. Your nose barely touching. “I wouldn't mention it if I didn't want it.” You smiled at that, just as you were about to close the gap between you and say fuck it for everything and everyone else that was in your head, a hand on your shoulder pulled your back, slightly startling you.  

Emily blinks dazed at someone behind you, her face twitching in confusion.  

But JJ says your name and you freeze, “A word, please?”  

She walks away and you are conflicted on whether you should follow like a kicked puppy or stay with Emily and carry on with... Who are you kidding? This is Jennifer you're talking about. Is there any moment you've ever said no to her?  

This is pathetic — you think, stumbling into people as you walked to the exit where you presumed JJ was going. She had vanished a minute ago and there were so many people you couldn't see where she went. 

You're pathetic. She just interrupted your kiss with a pretty girl and you're following after her like a starved stray dog—unless. Unless something happened and she needed you. 

“Jen,” you said carefully, finally outside the bar where she awaited you. You couldn't see her face because she had her back facing you. “Hey, you okay? Did something—” 

“What was that?” She cut you off. As she wiped around to face you, you saw her flared cheeks. That could only mean two things: angry or drunk. She looked fine for someone drunk, different from you who was almost floating at your feet. She said your name again, this time more calculated. “You and Emily? When did that happen?” 

A laugh of astonishment left your lips. Were you hearing it right? “Was that why you called me over here?” you really wanted to be sure before you blurted out something you didn't want.  

JJ scoffed, folding her arms over her chest. That was one of the cutest reactions you find endearing about her, but now it just frustrated you. It frustrated you because you still found her cute despite her irrationality.  

Focus! 

Before you could spar anything back, someone bumped into you causing you to stumble forward, almost falling flat on the sidewalk if familiar arms hadn't held you in place. Her perfume reached you fast than two bottles of beer and five shots of tequila could ever do. The sweet smell of orange blossom made you almost melt in her arms. When you stepped back into reality, you noticed your head was on her shoulder as her whole body shook.  

She was too busy yelling and gesticulating angrily at whoever had bumped into you to realize you were drunk on her perfume.  

“Are you okay? The idiot was too drunk, he almost ran you over— Are you okay?” She repeated, tone softening at the end as she cupped your face and saw your unfocused gaze. “I think we should sit you down.” 

“I'm fine,” you sputtered out, leaning into her touch absentmindedly. Why were her hands better than your pillow? You could sleep right there. 

“Sure, you are.”  

It took you five minutes for you to breathe into a new setting. One you knew too well, the discreet scent of strawberry she'd spray around. That was her car. 

“JJ,” you said, rubbing your eyes tiredly. You should have drank more because you could feel yourself sobering up. “Why did you bring me here? Can't we just talk tomorrow?” 

If you could avoid the inevitable, you'd do it while you could. 

She stayed silent. You huffed out a breath of disbelief when you turned the side and saw her staring straight forward.  

“Okay.” You spat, hand on the door handle. “I'll see you—” 

“Don't leave.” 

“Why not?” Your fist clenched in the handle. “You're acting like a child and I don't even know what I did.” 

Letting out a long sigh, she said, “I'm sorry." 

You hated the way your body reacted to her. Chest searching to cure whatever caused that tinge of sadness in her voice.  

“What happened?” You inquired softly.  

She shifted on the seat, raising both of her hands to pull her strands back.  

“You did.”  

If you hadn't sobered up before, you sure we're sober now.  

“Me?” you croaked out, studying her in what you judged to be nonchalant but it was actually quite desperate. What had you done to make her upset? You barely spoke the entire night.  

In fact, you were trying to take some distance from the blonde for a while. It was the healthiest option you found instead of reciprocating the casual compliments and innocent touching. Because JJ did those things but it was out of friendship. When you did them, you wanted more. You felt more. That had to stop. Once you fell, it was unstoppable. Free falling straight to the rocks. And you'd be the only one banged up in the process due to something you created in your own head.  

But you already fell, didn't you? That's what you blurted out to Penelope an hour ago. You were doomed ever since she said Hi to you in the bullpen on your first roundtable meeting.  

Either way, you took some space. Speaking only the necessary and exchanging point of view during cases. She didn't seem to care so you guess you didn't make a difference in her life. Did it hurt? Yes. But you wouldn't ruin what was left of your friendship.  

“What did I do?” You bit your cheek, afraid she would throw at your face exactly what you were afraid of: she knew about your feelings and she didn't want to be around you anymore. She felt disgusted by you and— 

“You mean what you were about to do.”  

Your hand moved from the handle to your lap as you shifted your whole body to face her. “I— what?” What was she even talking about?  

JJ heaved out a frustrated breath and her gaze finally met yours. It wasn't cold like when she had brought you outside, it was warm, like a volcano about to erupt in lava.  

“God, you don't see it, do you?” Your face caved in confusion. “Why did it have to be Emily? And out of all the places you could do that did it have to be by my side?” 

It was as if her anger had rubbed off on you instantly. 

“What?” You snapped. “You're mad because Emily and I almost kissed by your side?” A humorless laugh escaped you, you didn't even care that she was bothered by what she had seen. You were mad because she interrupted you to screw with your mood. “Oh, I'm sorry, Jennifer. Did I interrupt your trashy flirting with Johnny Depp?” 

Her brows reached her hairline in surprise. She isn't expected you to have any reason to be mad, but apparently, you were. Very much. You never called her Jennifer, it felt so wrong. She almost felt guilty.  

No, she did feel guilty. Immediately after the words escaped her mouth. Why was she making you justify anything? You weren't her girlfriend. You weren't her anything. Just like she wasn't your anything.  

“You really are a hypocrite, you know?” You carried on, jaw clenching. “You've been all over that guy and I had to watch the entire night — when I'm supposed to be having fun — and I'm just— I didn't say anything. Because I have no right to say anything. You can do whatever you want with your life and we're not—” you sucked in a breath, stopping some words from leaving your lips. “—it's not fair, JJ!” 

JJ was speechless, completely taken aback by your garrulous speech. By how you ran out of breath, it looked like you had been bottling up all of that.  

“And you know what? I won't apologize for what you saw. If you're bothered by the fact that I feel attracted to women—” 

“Whoa, wait.” She almost got a neck twist at the insinuation, her whole armor falling. “You think I'm upset because I saw you kiss a girl?” 

“You cockblocked the situation so I didn't get to kiss her—” 

She completely ignored your jab. “This has nothing to do with you.” The look you gave her was enough for her to realize she has just messed up continuously. Really, she called you out here to argue about something that is entirely her issue. It might involve you — it most definitely does, you're the center of it — but it is not your fault. It's hers.  

Jennifer Jareau is a hypocrite. She knows that. 

“I couldn't care less about who you kiss or what your sexual orientation is,” JJ clarified. “I mean, if you ever feel comfortable talking about it— I'm all in for it. But I'm not— that doesn't bother me. That's not what I intended for it to sound like. I'm sorry.”  

Your eyes skim over the features, searching for any sign of lies; the only emotion you were able to find was regret.  

“I had a problem with who you were about to kiss,” she added quietly, munching on her lower lip. A couple crossed the street to reach the bar entrance, they were laughing and holding hands. Diverting her attention down to her hands, she started feeling bad about the situation. Acting like this — angry? That wasn't her. JJ wasn't impulsive nor did she go rough on expressing her feelings. She knew that alright. There's been a lot of times where she wore her heart on her sleeve but none of those times were regarding her love life. She's always been cautious, maybe because in the past, people haven't been cautious with her heart and she had to deal with it by herself. Alone.  

Also, she wasn't sure about her feelings for you. Not until a week ago, when your absence started shadowing her days more and more.  

JJ never fell in love with a woman before. Sure, she's had crushes and was attracted to some but. They weren't you. None of them were you. Somehow, when you came along, her life was flipped upside down. She wondered how could someone question all of their beliefs because of one person? When she met you, the question switched to how could someone not question everything because of one person?  

Oh, but she fell hard. No parachute in sight and she was terrified of heights.  

Between innocent touches on the shoulder, compliments and shared coffees in the morning, and the willpower to just protect you at all costs when you were in the field... something blossomed. And it couldn't have been anyone else.  

That's the reason she was so mad when you and Emily almost... Yes. Not only that but how dare you ignore her for weeks and act as if you weren't doing it?  

Did her absence in your life not mean anything? 

“Did you and Emily fight?” You questioned, brows knitting together. “You looked fine this morning.” 

JJ ran a hand through her face, “No, we didn't fight,” she let out impatiently. 

“Then why—” 

“Because I have feelings for you!” She blurted out. “And I wish it was me. I wish it was me who you were touching and giggling and blushing with, not her.” Okay. What was that thing about not being impulsive? In her defense, she wasn't like this before you barged into her life, so it was all on you. “I wish I was her, to be more specific and to just further bury myself under. I wish it had been me in her place.”  

The softness of her voice revealed how apprehensive she was in saying that. You wanted to pluck out the lines of concern on her forehead, but at the same time, you thought you had gone crazy. You didn't hear JJ saying she wanted to kiss you, did you? Maybe you were still drunk.  

“Are you going to say something?” Her voice was small and you blinked awake.  

“I— I don't—” 

“I'm sorry.” 

Your breath halted.  

“Why?” 

JJ let out a shaky breath, shaking her head with a groan. “Because I just ruined everything.” Before you could protest, she carried on. “I made you think you had done something wrong and it was all me. I shouldn't have said anything, I'm just— I'm sorry—” 

“Did you mean it?” 

“... what?” 

Your eyes traveled through her features, “What you said before.” 

Swallowing hard, she avoided your eyes. “About my feelings? Yes. I wouldn't joke about that.” Something came to her mind and her back straightened slightly. “And also about not being bothered by your sexual orientation,” JJ said. “You're still you and that hasn't changed. It won't change. That would be pretty hypocrite of me, actually.” That last part fell from her lips as a whisper but you could hear it loud and clear. 

You felt your throat closing up. “Really?” you asked, that kid in you that was rejected many times by her parents turned up on the doorstep of your brain. She was still scared. Still looking for acceptance.  

“I love you the way you are, why would it change anything?” 

Your heart stopped beating. Nothing could be heard around you, even though the windows were rolled down and there were few people on the streets, speaking loudly. The bar buzzes with loud music.  

You didn't even know if you remembered how to breathe.  

JJ seemed to be on the same page because she hadn't moved but her eyes were widened in shock. Taken aback by herself. She wasn't remotely drunk to blurt out stuff like that, the opposite actually.  

“JJ—” 

“I'm sorry, I didn't—” 

“JJ,” you said shortly, making her shut up. “Stop,” you ordered even if she had already. The air was heavy, you could taste it bitter in your tongue. Your hand reached out to hers as you leaned closer as her throat bop up and down rapidly.  

Jennifer's mind was juggling between multiple emotions but the moment your fingers brushed hers, it all became silent. It was impressive the way her body reacted to your touch. It slipped her mind from those days you barely exchange a good morning, she doesn't ever want to get to a point where she can't feel it.  

“This isn't a joke, right?” Her gaze lifted to yours. God, had she been staring at your mouth this whole time?  

“No,” she breathed out. “No, it isn't.” Her eyes dropped again, but she got it together in time. “That's not how I wanted you to find out. I'm not sure if I ever wanted you to find out...” 

She watched as your lips twitched slightly and your tongue danced through them slowly. Expecting you to run to the hills as soon as she let the truth slip out, bewilderment reached her senses when that's what you didn't do. You stayed. And you were still there, staring at her, unmoving.  

Until you retracted your hand from hers on the car seat to touch her cheek carefully. Your lips moved but she couldn't hear a thing.  

“Uh, what?” 

“It is okay if I...” She was nodding before you could finish speaking and her lips had crashed to yours in full force. Impulsiveness. That's all her. Then, she leaned back, covering her mouth, blue eyes widened when the reality of what she had done came.  

You made a sound of protest because of the sudden withdrawal. When you saw her face, it was as if a bowl of cold water had dropped right above your head. She regrets it. She hates me now, she's— 

“I'm sorry. I didn't even—I'm sorry, that was out of line, I didn't mean to— I'm so sorry.”  

Tilting your head to the side in confusion, you questioned, “Wait, does that mean that you didn't want to kiss me or—” 

JJ gave you a look of surprise, “I didn't know if you wanted it, which clearly is not the case and I'm sorry—” 

Relief flushed your fear down the drain and you could finally feel the air entering back into your lungs. You started laughing uncontrollably. Feeling eyes burning in your side profile, you raised a hand in a silent request to wait until the fit reached a stop. A minute later, you were red, but you could speak.  

Just as JJ started to apologize again, you shut her up by cupping her cheeks and closing the gap between your lips. Like she had done beforehand, albeit softer. Her eyelashes tinkled your cheeks and the baby hairs at the nape of her neck were being brushed by your nails, it didn't take long for her hands to start trailing down your arms. You felt her smiling into the kiss.  

“You don't hate me?” she asked in between pecks.  

You let out a hum, “I hate you so much—” another kiss “... that I can't stop kissing you.” JJ huffed out a laugh and you kissed down the blush in her cheeks. "I asked if I could kiss you first, silly." She mumbled something along the lines of oh, right. 

“So, uh, wait, I—” She stuttered out and you leaned back. “About what I said before. I really am sorry. I was being an idiot. And of course, you can kiss whoever you want to kiss I was just—” 

“Jealous?” 

Her eye roll was the reply you needed.  

“I don't know. Maybe.” 

You pressed your lips together, “Okay.”  

JJ lifted her eyes to you again, studying your features for a while. She had this unreadable expression from which you couldn't identify the meaning to.  

“What?” you asked softly. She smiled, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.  

“Nothing. You're beautiful.”  

You blinked, not expecting to hear that, which only made her grin widen. “It's not exactly how I imagined our first kiss to be.” 

“Oh?” You mocked, recovering from the previous compliment. “So you've been imagining it?” 

“Yes. More times than I can count.” She let her back rest against the seat, eyes never drifting from you. You had missed the feeling of her gaze on you, you had missed just admiring her daily. Now that she was there, in front of you, swollen lips and flushed cheeks — because of you — you didn't know what to do. It was too good to be true.  

Did she love you as she said before? Was this just a one-time thing? Would she regret it in the morning? 

So many questions you wanted answers to but you didn't want to leave that moment.  

She called out your name gently, thumb drawing invisible patterns on your hand. “Hey,” she cooed. “What are you thinking?” 

You shook your head, waving it off. “Nothing.” 

Both of you chose to dive into silent touches and soft mumbling, just enjoying each other's presence. You didn't care about partying inside and a part of you felt smug that she chose you over that man sitting beside her at the bar.  

She was playing with your rings, commenting on each one until you let out a groan and she looked up at you questioningly. You stared at the console, your lips turning down in a frown.  

“What it is?” She asked, suppressing a grin. You looked cute acting so annoyed.  

“There's too much space between us, Jareau. I don't like this.”  

“I'm afraid that that's what happens when I'm in the driver seat and you're in the passenger seat, doll.” 

Your nose twitched at the endearment and your face immediately flared up.  

She grinned.  

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” Her grin turned into a soft smile. She kept staring at you awaiting an answer in expectation, your eyes followed the spark of anxiety in her eyes and the ways her hands had become clammy on yours. No need to be a profiler to realize she was nervous. Not that you weren't about to hyperventilate yourself, but maybe her reaction meant that she wanted something more and not just tonight.  

You weren't sure of that before.  

“You really want to do this?” You brought one of her hands to your cheek, leaning into her warm palm. JJ stroked the spot softly. “I mean, do you want to—” 

“Be something?” 

You gave her a coy smile.  

“I don't want to scare you off,” she added, intertwining your hands while leaning forward. “But, if you want to—” 

“I do.” You cut her off, biting your lip once you realized you did. “I'd love to go on a date with you, Jen. You know,” you paused. “I don't know if that wasn't clear enough, but I feel the same.”  

Laying her forehead on yours for a minute, you saw the corner of her lips quirk up slightly. “It'll take me a while to get my head around that.” 

“I've been smitten with you for like... forever.” 

“That is so not true!” 

You gaped at her. “Yes, it is!” 

JJ rolled her eyes, “If you say so.” Before you could retort stubbornly, she pecked your lips. “I do care an enormous amount about you, you know that?” I love you, actually. But that's too soon and I can wait to say it at the right time. 

Your hand curled around her wrist as if you were afraid she would leave forever. She kissed your cheek, hand nudging out of your grip to intertwine your fingers in a swift motion as if she had read your mind and this was her way of saying I'm not going anywhere.  

“I care an enormous amount for you, too, Jennifer Jareau.”  

[the-guilty-writer]

Criminal Minds PRIDE Fics

Well, it's the end of Pride Month. Thank you to everyone who entered fics, new or old (or both)! This was my first time hosting a writing challenge and the amount of love surrounding it was truly incredible. From the range of writers who participated, to the the types of fics, it shows just how broad this community spans. I hope all of you are well, and safe, and know that you are extremely loved ❤.

This list is not exhaustive by any means. There are many other LGBTQ+ Criminal Minds fics out there, these are just the entries for the challenge. If you have a late entry (I know I do) don't be afraid to send it in! If you sent in a fic and it is missing, let me know that too!

Please let me know if you have issues with the accessibility of this list for any reason (I used fun colors again). I am happy to provide you with an accessible format.

(once again, my favorite CM Pride gif which is actually part of a set that I need to track down and reblog later)

Fics are under the cut!

Reader Insert Fics:

Note: I tried my best to indicate reader traits to make it easier to find fics. If you find any of these to be inaccurate, please let me know and I will edit it to be correct

Spencer Reid

(In)visible by @foxy-eva: (fem!reader, bisexual!reader) There are a lot of obstacles you had to face as a queer woman but you never thought that falling in love with a man was one of them.

Bigotry Kills by @staygoldsquatchling02: (trans masculine non-binary!reader) While on a case in Tennessee, Spencer and Y/N accidentally reveal that Y/n is transgender to an unsub who has made it his mission to ride his small town of people he views as “less than himself”.

Ocean by @cinnamon-lesbian: (intersex!fem!reader) The reader can’t seem to love herself. Spencer lets her in on how amazing she really is.

I'd Better Ask Emily by Gill: (daughter!reader, lesbian!reader) When Spencer goes looking for your school notebook and accidentally reads your diary instead he goes to the BAU bisexual badass for help.

Emily Prentiss

Freedom-Seeking Hearts by @/foxy-eva: (fem!reader) For how much longer will Emily Prentiss and Fem!Reader be able to contain their freedom-seeking hearts?

Jennifer Jareau

Somewhere Underlined by @railingsofsorrow: (fem!reader) jennifer jareau would be the death of you someday, you know that and you'd probably let her. surprisingly, you weren't aware that you caused that same reaction on her, too.

Aaron Hotchner

So Much by Gill: (teen!reader) reader comes out to their dad as gay and his reaction is not what they expected.

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Character x Character Fics:

Aaron Hotchner x Derek Morgan

second chance by @masterwords: It's time for Hotch to tell Jack about his relationship with Derek. He's understandably concerned that it could go bad, but hopefully nothing some chocolate chip pancakes won't help. (Spoiler Alert: It doesn't go bad. There are some rough patches here but this is a story with a happy ending.)

Derek Morgan x Spencer Reid

Love can rise out of the ashes by @satchels-and-socks: Spencer is heartbroken after Maeve. Spencer locks himself away and becomes a shell of his formal self. Derek realized something and is determined to show Spencer that life goes on and how someone other than Maeve is truly in love with him.

Jennifer Jareau x Emily Prentiss

The Way You Felt by @andiebeaword: While on a flight to help Spencer, exes J.J. and Emily ultimately come to terms with their buried feelings.

Jennifer Jareau x Tara Lewis

Soft & Sweet by @/foxy-eva: A confession between JJ and Tara leads to a night full of soft and sweet moments. (includes smut, 18+, minors DNI)

Emily Prentiss x Clara Seger

I Felt a Million Things When I First Met You by @baubeautyandthegeek: The one where Emily finally comes clean about just how come Clara’s always so willing to help.

Spencer Reid x Aaron Hotchner

There Are Secrets That We Still Have Left To Find (on Ao3) by @starzzyeyed: Spencer Reid is seven years old the first time he comes out to anyone. Three times Spencer comes out, across three different points in his life, all with three very different outcomes.

[adarafaelbarba]

adarafaelbarbabdaybingo masterlist

💕 The bingo 💕

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💕 @plaidbooks 💕

3am Confessions - Joe Velasco x reader  

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💕 @storiesofsvu 💕

More - Emily Prentiss x reader (3am confession square)

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💕 @borg-queer 💕

Baby, Who Said You Have To Choose? - Elle Greenaway/Jennifer ‘JJ’ Jareau/Emily Prentiss

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[stunudo]

Date Night Late Night

A Criminal Minds Fanfiction

Featuring: JJ x Female Reader    Setting: Season 16 (ha! vague future-verse)

Requested by: Anonymous

“ Could you write a JJ x reader (female reader) fic where they’ve been dating for a couple of months and make love to each other after dinner and a movie at the reader’s apartment? Thnx.💜💜💕💕”

Warnings: Smut, but I wanted it to be special and romantic, as per the request. I put it as their first time because I like to see JJ out of her comfort zone. xoxo Stu

Your name: submit What is this?

JJ is running late, which is unlike her, despite her hectic work life. She got done with the boys’ soccer games and rushed through the changing of the guard small talk with Will. She has a lot planned for the remaining weekend days, the most important is her three month anniversary with Y/N. Which she conveniently didn’t mention to her ex-husband or the listening ears of their children. Some habits stay with us, despite the years and social progress; JJ is still protective of her relationships.

You are excited because JJ has the entire weekend off. No matter what, you called Emily to double check. Garcia has also preemptively blocked any and all calls from the FBI to JJ’s phone for the next 36 hours. You love the BAU team, if you hadn’t started dating JJ, you might have applied for the opening left by Rossi’s second retirement. JJ has his office now, which makes you prone to bragging about your stellar agent girlfriend.

The Chinese food cartons overwhelm Y/N’s tiny kitchen table. JJ expecting to be wined and dined, smiles at the take out. Y/N understands her better than she realized. JJ rifles through the silverware drawer for Y/N’s sets of chopsticks. Y/N walks into the kitchen with the wine she forgot in her car. Her casual smirk brightens the room as she catches JJ sneaking a Rangoon. The comical guilt nearly causes JJ to choke on the fried goodness.

“Oh c'mon!” You howl at the screen.“He is a Sith Lord. Rey, Just Say No.”

Adam Driver bends down and passionately kisses Daisy Ridley. JJ takes an amused sip from her wine. The scene changes to an army of Ewoks led by Maz across a First Order encampment. The blaring theme music trumpets in the ending credits. Another trilogy ends, your nerd heart is sated and grieving. JJ pats your thigh and brings you back to Earth. “Do you want to pick another movie?” You ask generously.

“I don’t know, I am getting tired.”

“The night is young…”

“And you’re so beautiful.” JJ giggles.

Your brow furrows in surprise.“Did you just quote Carry Elwes?!”

“ So what if I did?” JJ leans in for a soft kiss. The bitterness of the red wine sinks through.

Jennifer Jareau is a warrior goddess and she has the battle scars to prove it. You find yourself in awe of her body, toned by all the effort and care she takes. Gentle curves from blessed genes and nurturing and forming lives. You struggle to speak in her presence now, like when you first met all those years ago. The months together do not calm your racing heart, eventually your lips find purchase on the tendons framing her neck. Your hand strokes her hair back and you begin the dance of adoration.

JJ’s hand finds your back and she holds you firmly to her, her right rests gently on your hip. The kisses fall, her scent, touch, life-force intoxicating. You lose time as you roll in the chilled sheets.

“Y/N?” JJ whispers, she tries to hide her nervousness. You smile, trying to reassure her.

“You alright, Goldie?” You ask as your fingertips trace down her smooth stomach.

“Yes, yes, of course, just, let me know if I am doing something wrong? It’s been awhile.” She was trying to joke, but her uncharacteristic self-doubt brought you to your knees.

“Hey, now, this goes both ways. You tell me if you don’t like anything, k? We’re here to enjoy each other, no pressure, Love.”

JJ smiled at the nicknames, you get a little overboard with them, Spencer says ‘you’re generous’ with them because you feel insecure someone so amazing is your partner. (Alright, he didn’t say it so plainly, but that’s what you took away from the rant.) She had turned your stoic nature into a romantic mess over the past few months and it scared you sometimes. This was not one of them.

You crawled back up her thin frame and kissed her deeply, tethering each other to this moment and each other. JJ gives into your caresses, you reciprocate with a trail of gentle nibbles down her body.

The subtle hitch in JJ’s breathing tells you that your efforts are fruitful. You delicately spread her legs and begin to lavish her core. As you trace her folds tenderly with your finger tips, she sighs. “Y/N, just… Please?” JJ purrs.

“As you wish.” You taunt back. You delve into her, bringing you both to a higher plane.

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[smartycvnt]

Character Assassination (Jennifer Jareau x Reader)

“Detective, long time no see,” Derek greeted you as the BAU entered the precinct where you worked. You smiled at the FBI agent and offered your hand for him to shake. He pulled you into a hug, glad that you were back on the job after the last time they’d seen you. 

You had been crucial in helping them catch an unsub. At the time, you’d been a uni still, but after that case, you quickly rose up the ranks. You were more than just a “lady cop” and had finally been recognized as the competent and skilled police officer that you always had been. The raise in pay and rank definitely didn’t hurt, even if it wasn’t why you’d put yourself in harm’s way whenever the BAU had been here. 

That was for a much more simple reason. Pretty girls had the potential to make you do dumb things. This pretty girl in particular was Jennifer Jareau. The two of you had talked in the precinct whenever you were moving around case files to help them catch their killer. Whenever the unsub showed up at the station, you had jumped in front of a bullet aimed at JJ. After that, she’d stayed with you at the hospital and the two of you had hit it off. Since then, you’d been seeing each other secretly for almost a year. 

“Agent Morgan, always a pleasure,” you told him. You greeted the rest of the team, making sure not to let your gaze linger on JJ for too long. 

“Have there been any new developments since you contacted us?” Agent Hotchner asked you. 

“Yes sir. We found a connection between the victims that hadn’t been previously accounted for,” you told him. You grabbed a file and handed it over to him. “Earlier this morning, Evelyn Smith’s body was discovered. That’s when I made the connection between all of the victims. The killer is finding them at a club downtown, Cherri’s.” 

“How did you figure this out?” Emily asked you as she flipped through it. 

“Evelyn worked at the club. I think these may be hate crimes actually. I believe he’s targeting members of the lesbian community,” you told them. They all looked at you, wanting to know how you’d come to that conclusion. “Cherri’s is a known lesbian hangout spot. Well, known if you know who to ask at least.” 

“Have you confirmed this?” Hotchner asked you. You nodded and he handed the file back to you. “Alright then. Thank you detective.” 

“You’re welcome agent.” You walked around to your desk and sat down. The BAU set up in an empty conference room, but JJ stayed behind. 

“You okay?” JJ asked you. You nodded and smiled up at her. “Did you know any of the victims?” 

“Yeah, I’m sure I’d run into all of them at some point, but Evelyn and I were close. I don’t know how much your team or anyone else knows, but keep your eye out,” you advised JJ. She gave you a small smile and then walked into the conference room with the rest of her team. 

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You stared down at your phone, waiting for JJ to come out of her hotel. The two of you had been meaning to go out since she’d gotten here, but this was the first time she could safely sneak away to see you. It definitely sucked, knowing that she was so close to you, but so far away at the same time. JJ had asked to keep the relationship a secret, but there was only so long that you could keep that up before it started to get draining. 

“Hey you.” JJ opened up the door to your car. She sat got in and shut the door. You turned your head to look at her and leaned in for a kiss, but she stopped you. “Not here. Someone could see us.” 

“Right, couldn’t let that happen,” you said as your grip tightened on the steering wheel. 

“What’s wrong?” JJ asked you. You brushed it off and just started driving. “You gonna talk to me or sit and sulk?” 

“Why are we keeping this so hush hush still?” you glanced over at her as you asked your question. JJ bit her lip and looked away from you, like she couldn’t admit something to you. “Look, if you regret actually making this a thing, tell me. We can go back to hook ups or you can just drop me, but don’t string me along Jennifer.” 

“I’m not stringing you along Y/n. I really like you, why would you think that I didn’t want to be with you?” JJ asked you. 

“You only want to meet up with me somewhere that nobody knows either of us. You act like you’d die when I suggest that maybe we let someone know so it’s easier. Admit that you’re ashamed of me, I honestly think that’ll hurt less,” you snapped. 

“Y/n, there is a killer targeting queer women. I really don’t think that coming out with our relationship is the smartest decision right now,” JJ said and you sighed. You waited until it was okay and then pulled a u-turn right back to the hotel. “Where are we going?” 

“I’m taking you back, then I’m going out. Don’t bother talking to me outside the case anymore. Maybe you’ll meet a nice man who won’t assassinate whatever this character is you built up for your DC buddies,” you told JJ. “Have a nice night Agent Jareau.” 

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When you woke up in the hospital after being attacked by the unsub, the last person you expected to be at your bed was JJ. The two of you hadn’t ended things well and you’d been cold in the few days following the breakup. What surprised you even more was the way that she’d kissed you whenever you woke up. 

“Oh my god, don’t you ever fucking do that to me again, you asshole,” JJ muttered against your lips as she cradled your face. She moved back and dropped her hands away from you. “You scared the hell out of me. What were you thinking going to that club?” 

“I was looking to get fucked up in every sense of the term,” you admitted. “What are you doing here? I thought you didn’t care Jennifer.” 

“Of course I care about you. I love you Y/n, and I’m sorry that it took you almost dying for me to say it. You’re not a character assassination. I just, I wanted to keep you to myself, I promise. Can I have a second chance, please?” JJ asked and you sat up in your bed a little bit. 

“You’re here, which I guess counts for something. This time, I’d really like it if maybe we didn’t have to be so secretive about things,” you told her. 

“We won’t. Is it okay if I stay with you for a little while? They won’t discharge you without someone there to care for you.” JJ sounded kind of nervous, like she was afraid that you’d just turn her away once again. 

“Of course you can. I mean, probably good to have someone taking care of me while I recover. You think you can get me out of here tonight?” you asked and JJ shook her head. “Worth a shot I guess. Your boss approve you staying?” 

“I explained some things to him. We’re all good until you’re back to work,” JJ promised you. 

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[stunudo]

Do Over

Featuring: JJ x Female Reader

Requested by: @marvelfanlife

Setting: AU Season 12

A/N: Thanks for requesting another piece! This is my second JJ fic (Sorry, I just assumed Will died, please don’t judge me). She is difficult for me to write because I find JJ too near to perfect. It is another long one; I hope I met your expectations! ***Connor @starbucksreid made a moodboard for the fic and I just had to add it! ***xoxo Stu

Warnings: Violence, high school (okay I’m listing this as kind of a joke, but you know it is a trigger for most of us) teacher, fluff and angst.

Your name: submit What is this?

Stepping into the bathroom, you recoil at the puddle of cold liquid encasing the bottom of your bare foot. You quickly grab a towel off the rod near the door, covering the bulk of the water.

“Henry? Buddy? What happened in the bathroom?” You called to your girlfriend’s oldest son. You were not a morning person. You had to keep your voice down because everyone else was still sleeping. Cleaning the bathroom floor was not how you wanted to start your day off. Henry did not respond. After finishing your business you headed downstairs to investigate the case of the flooded bathroom.

A trail of water led you down the stairs and into the kitchen. You found Henry diligently watering the plants with his favorite Star Trek cup. “Hey, Henry? You’re kind of making a mess, dude.”

“But if I get my chores done early then I get more,” Henry reached up to a high shelf, balancing on his tiptoes. You held your breath as he poured the last of the water into the aloe plant. “I get more time to play, Y/N, I’m just doing chores.” You nodded, knowing that his intentions were honest.

“Are you all done with that one?” You asked carefully. He nodded enthusiastically. “Great, now I have a new one.” After you and Henry cleaned up his trail with towels wrapped on your feet, you convinced him it was time for breakfast.

JJ came downstairs with Michael after you and Henry had started digging in. The toddler on her hip and the yoga pants on her muscular legs made you smile, she just made it all so easy. Your eyes met her knowing grin while catching you and Henry with both of your mouths overstuffed. “Good pancakes?” You nodded in unison.

JJ had found a great place to raise her boys, the neighborhood embraced you like one of their own. You hadn’t officially moved in yet, but you were there so often that you probably should talk to your landlord. Perhaps you should have that talk with JJ after the boys were in bed that night. The phone rang while you were all at the park at the far end of the subdivision. Scratch that, maybe next week.

JJ decided to drop the boys off with her mom as she headed in for the case. You didn’t have to work because it was the weekend, but you really wanted to get through the lab write ups your students turned in the day before. Mrs. Jareau was great with the boys and really made you feel like part of the family. You weren’t sure if it was because she missed having two daughters or if she really loved you as JJ’s partner.

Heading back to your loft, you checked the mailbox in the front entryway. You kept your head down, rummaging through the junk mail and few bills. The figure behind you didn’t catch your attention. But the heavy crash of metal on your skull did. Your head exploded in pain as you fell face first into the taupe paint.

Garcia’s concerned face welcomed the team into the conference room that Saturday afternoon. Her usual peppiness dampened by being the one taking her avenging angels away from their families and weekend frivolities. “Alright, my babies, all I can say is at least this one is local? So no wheels up talk, Emily, sorry you don’t get to say it today.”

Emily mimed a sly “Damn it!” before settling into her seat. Garcia brought up three pictures of missing high school teachers. “These women are all from the area, the first went missing a month a go. The next two weeks ago and the last just five days ago.” JJ scanned the photographs, each one had your hair color and soft cheeks. They all had some close variant on your hair style and eye color even. She hated when she felt similarities between her loved ones and victims from a case.

“All right, I want Reid and JJ to head to the location where the last body was found. Alvez and Rossi will head to question the latest victim’s family.” Prentiss started assigning tasks. “I am taking Walker with me to the precinct as Lewis is out of town on interviews. Touch base with us in two hours.”

“So what were you doing when you got the call?” JJ teased Spence from the driver seat of their SUV. He furrowed his brows in confusion at her question.

“You say that as if I were up to something scandalous, JJ.” Reid volleyed. “I have no idea what you think I was doing, but it wasn’t that.” He refocused onto the case files smugly.

JJ’s face slid in shock. “Spencer Reid, you do not start holding out on me now! I give you all my secrets and you just put on your poker face!”

“JJ, you and Y/N’s sex life is hardly secret, Garcia makes sure of that.” Spencer continued. “ Besides we should, uh, really get back to the case.” He gave the blonde a knowing look and held up the files in earnest.

“Alright, Dr. Profiler, who is abducting and killing high school teachers?” JJ tight lipped, trying to hide the embarrassment from her love life being common gossip.

“Easy answer: White Male, late teens to early twenties. He is holding a grudge, most likely a past student.”

“But they all taught at different schools and different subjects.” JJ pointed out.

“They appear to be surrogates, but we need to double check with the body to be sure. There were some signature pieces to the first two bodies that will let us see if the unsub is escalating.”

“Lucky us, body detail.” JJ muttered, turning the large vehicle off the freeway.

He drove away from your condo parking lot with you in the trunk of his ancient Oldsmobile. Consciousness was something that was not letting go of you. The duct tape on your face and wrists stung. The tape’s smell faded from your attention as your face rolled over old food wrappers and into an open bottle of windshield wiper fluid.  The space was large, but that meant you would slide back and forth, your body scraping and banging into the rough edges inside.

It felt like he was intentionally slamming on the breaks with each cruel intersection. Your mind told you to tell Howard Givens that he did a terrible job teaching Devon in Drivers’ Ed. Why the hell were you blaming your fellow teacher?! Of course it was Devon’s fault he drove like an asshole. He wasn’t just an asshole though, he was psychotic.

On the way to the dumpsite, JJ texted Y/N to let her know she was still in town, she hoped to be home each night as the case progressed. She kept her phone on silent while in the field, she would just check that Y/N got it later. Spencer waited for her to introduce them to the local cops securing the scene.

“Detective? I’m Agent Jareau, this is Dr. Reid, we’re from the BAU. Our Unit Chief sent us here to help in the analysis of the body and dumpsite.” After the pleasantries were exchanged, the older detective hobbled over to the location the body had been discovered. The techs cleared the area for Spencer to get to work. JJ continued to follow up with the Detective.

“How long are they saying she has been here?”

“Techs put exposure at around four hours, but Time of Death is closer to eight?” He read from his notebook.

“JJ?” Spencer called, “The unsub’s message changed. He’s moved on to the final target.”

“What does it say, Spence?”

“No More Do Overs?” Reid enunciated in a louder voice. “He carved it into her abdomen, post mortem.”

On the ride to the precinct, JJ let Reid drive so she could call her mom and Y/N to coordinate childcare and evening plans. Her mom was long winded, the boys were fine. But she gave JJ the idea that Y/N hadn’t been answering her phone. JJ quickly ended the call and tried her herself. The phone rang on until her calming voice announced her voicemail box. JJ’s large eyes locked on Spencer’s observing eyes, she shook her head in equal parts surprise and slight annoyance.

“What’s up?” He asked his friend.

“Y/N hasn’t texted me back, she hasn’t answered my mom’s calls AND her phone goes straight to voicemail.” JJ huffed.

“Call Garcia.” Spencer explained, parking the vehicle at the back of the lot.

“Pen?”JJ said back into her phone. “Can you ping Y/N’s phone for me? She isn’t answering and I am getting worried.”

Spencer picked up the files as he waited for Garcia to work her magic to calm their teammate’s nerves. His eyes flitted over the victim’s photographs, if he held them like a flip-book, their pictures almost merged. They almost perfectly merged in to a picture of Y/N. His hand started shaking, the victimology was clear now. Y/N was the final target.

But how was he going to tell JJ? He set the pictures back into the top folder, until Garcia ended the call.

“Her phone is off,” JJ said flatly. “But I just called it, so it must have been shut off recently. Garcia says she was just outside her school. Maybe she just needed to get some extra work done?”

Spencer’s brown eyes didn’t give away his revelation. “I think I found something for the case. Let’s get inside so I can go over it with the whole team?”

You were dragged out of the trunk and into a field of grass. The chalked lines had faded over time, it was months before football practices would resume. You jumped at the slamming of the trunk behind you. The small equipment shed loomed behind the car. Devon didn’t speak to you as he forced you into the barn-like doorway. Your mind raced over how you would get free from the young man’s strong grip. But all your struggling just made him pick you up.

Thrown over his shoulder like a roll of carpeting, your stomach puckered against his broad frame. Ugh, your labored breaths just added to the discomfort from the ride here. It wasn’t until you looked down at his shirt that you realized your were bleeding. He dropped you on your side landing abruptly on the cold cement floor. The door whined closed behind him, too heavy to stay open on its own.

“But what are you saying?!” JJ screamed, jamming her finger to her family’s picture on the evidence board. Emily’s eyebrows arched in concern for her friend, she crossed the office to pull JJ away from the picture.

“If Y/N is the unsub’s final target, we need to move, now.” Rossi barked.

Walker and Alvez were already strapping on their vests determinedly. Spencer had grown silent watching JJ dissolve in front of him. JJ paced, not letting Emily or Spencer near her. “How did I not see this?! I even thanked God she was safe once we got the case!”

“JJ,” Emily’s voice firm, “Can you think of any students that would be after Y/N? Has she had any violent altercations she had to report, any upset parents even?”

JJ rolled her eyes. “She’s a public school teacher in D.C., Emily. There are quite a lot of incidents that could have been the trigger.” Reid had his phone to his ear as he watched his close friends try to suss out the unsub.

“Garcia?” Reid began. “I need you to dig into school records, Y/N’s personnel file.”

“Reid?!” Garcia balked. “Why am I doing this now, don’t you have a case?”

“The unsub has Y/N.” Reid’s eyes locked on JJ’s tears. Her mouth quaked against her sob. She drew her hands to her eyes, clearing the water from her face. Now was not the time for tears, it was time to do her damned job.

“Emily, I am going with you.”

Emily’s head spun in a wave of ebony. Her eyes locked onto JJ’s stubborn stance beside the SWAT gear. “No, you’re not.”

Slowly you sat up, every part of you ached. The tape on your wrists was rolling at the edges, each movement ripped out more of your arm hair. Devon’s eyes were watching you, and yet he remained quiet. His calm demeanor unnerved you more than the fact that you were in an abandoned building, in an unused field, behind an empty high school. If you could scream, it wouldn’t help your chances of rescue.

You had to use what was around you, you had to think. What would JJ do? She would talk her way out, which was out of the options pool. She would also kick this punk kid’s ass, something you may be able to do if you weren’t restrained. God, JJ! What if you didn’t see her again? What if you became just another victim in the BAU’s tragic love story? Nope, you were not going there. You were going to get back to your family. Henry and Michael had already lost their daddy, you weren’t going anywhere.

You returned Devon’s steely gaze and awaited his revenge. After a three minute stand off, he shook his head. Then, amazingly, he left you alone in the shed. His footsteps fading against the gravel, you couldn’t hear him once he either got inside the car or made it to the grass. Now you just had to disappear before he returned.

Rossi was now talking JJ down. His voice louder than the newbies were used to hearing. “Jennifer! This is not the time to argue. We are going to get her back, but we can’t do that if your emotions are in the way.” His voice softened, as she inhaled against the returning tears. “Okay?”

“Okay,” JJ voice cracked.

“Rossi, will stay with you,” Emily explained. “Garcia is still digging. Reid, Walker, Alvez and I are heading out. Stay on the comms?” Her dark eyes waited for JJ’s acceptance of the order. The blonde nodded, leaning against the nearest desk.

“Spence?” JJ called to her closest friend. “Just be careful, okay?”

He nodded, his curls bobbed. Alvez watched the exchange closely, nodding without realizing. He was agreeing to keep the tall agent safe as well. Walker led the way out of the precinct into the waiting vehicles. The lead detective slid into one driver’s seat as Walker manned the other. SWAT drove the first truck in the caravan towards the empty high school campus. The BAU settled down for the twenty minute drive through weekend traffic.

You got to your feet just in time for Devon to return to the shed. In his hand was a baseball bat. He playfully spun it between his two palms, a hypnotic grotesque taunt. As you watched the would-be weapon, he started to laugh. Your eyes scrunched in disgust and fear. He started with your left knee, bowling you back to the ground.

Your scream pulled against your gag, your skin burned against the dense material. You knew he could do a lot more damage to you than a fractured knee cap. As he came at you for the second time, you tried to kick at him with your good leg. His eyes wild, jumping over your flailing limb like a Skip it! going in slow motion. This time the bat met your right foot, completely pinning you to the ground.

“Okay, Ms. Y/L/N, I seem to have gotten your attention. Now it is time for today’s lesson.” Devon barked, part animated comedian, part football coach.

The school was massive, the four members of the BAU, the two detectives and eight SWAT members circled the parking lot. There were no cars or people in sight. Alvez suddenly called out, causing Walker to slam on his breaks. He ran from the side door of the large vehicle, expertly checking for incoming attacks. He approached a small bundle against a back fence. The muscular man bent over, inspecting a handbag.

Luke held it up to Reid, the taller man had followed once his own vehicle had caught up. He nodded to the Hispanic man, not feeling any better about finding Y/N in the large abandoned buildings. “JJ? We found her purse, outside the school. It seems he just tossed it.”

“Alright, Alvez, keep moving.” Rossi answered over the communication units.

A honk from one of the idling SUVs caused the two men to look up. Walker was pointing out over the valley that held a football field and four tennis courts. There behind the goal post was a rusty car parked in front of a storage shed, which had been completely hidden from them on the road.

JJ was listening to the chatter from her teammates without really hearing it. She was frozen in place, the fear of losing you was too much. She wanted to punch something and to curl up on the floor. She had stopped crying, her face now a mask of exhausted indifference. Rossi knew what she was feeling without seeing it in her expression. He gave her the space she needed to process.

JJ remembered when you had first told her you loved her. It was quickly, over the phone as she was heading to another case out of state. She wasn’t expecting it. By the pause on your side of the line, she knew you hadn’t meant to let it slip out yet. She rushed home after that case, having taken down a pack of deranged sadists in a raid. She smiled, remembering the rush of heat on her face when she got to say it to you in person.

She hadn’t felt this helpless for so long. It lingered like the weighted vest you wear to get x-rays of your teeth; familiar yet unnecessarily confining. She shook herself free from the memories and the fear induced paralysis. JJ had work to do.

“Garcia, I want you to look into Y/N’s last school. She left that job about three years ago? I remember her mom saying she quit in the middle of the year, but I don’t think I ever found out why.”

You couldn’t leave, you couldn’t scream and you couldn’t fight back. It was an impossible situation. You stared back at your former student, whose life you had apparently ruined with a failing Chemistry grade three years prior. There was no other reason you had given this kid to attack you. He must have suffered a great deal since you had last seen him.

Devon Johnson was an athlete, you remembered, but you couldn’t recall what sports he played. He was smart enough, but wouldn’t put any effort in to the work. It was frustrating teaching kids like him. This specifically stung after spending two hours each day tutoring kids who were half as smart and twice as dedicated. You could lead a horse to water, but you couldn’t make a teenager care about their future.

His speech was rehearsed, it seemed he had a flare for the dramatic. The pain in your legs and head really took away from your ability to focus on the point he was trying to make though. Suddenly his reddened face was inches from yours. You gasped in shock, your eyes trying to focus on his.

“That’s what wrong with you teachers. You don’t think you have to do any listening. You think you’re the only ones with something important to say? Guess again, Ms. Y/L/N.” Devon spat in your face with each angered word. He stepped back to get a wider swing, this one landing swiftly to your temple. You lost time.

The team flew down the gravel driveway towards the empty car. They didn’t bother with sirens as they only had a short distance and no traffic to deflect. Prentiss led the charge, her guilt over leaving JJ behind melted in her determination to fry this unsub that coursed through her veins. The slamming doors didn’t draw anyone out of the vehicle or the shed. Alvez scanned the rust bucket, shaking his head at Prentiss’ watching eyes.

She nodded to Walker, they moved in sync towards the wide door. Tossing the door open, “FBI!” was called from numerous mouths. There on the cement slab flooring was Y/N lying bound and unconscious in a puddle of her own blood. Spencer gasped seeing his friend like that.

Prentiss nodded to the slender man to examine her. He called to a detective, so not to alert JJ on the other end of the comms. “Call an ambulance on your radios, victim found, unconscious with blunt force trauma to the head and legs.” Emily continued to search the crowded space, her flashlight snaking in wide arches through the stacks of equipment.

“FBI! Put your hands up!” Walker’s deep voice boomed from the other side of the door. “Drop the weapon, son.” His voice firm, but calm. Emily and Alvez flanked the tall dark agent. Devon Johnson was trapped, three trained guns pointed at his face. Laughing he dropped the bat, the sound dinging throughout the dark shed. “It’s alright, I got it this time. She’s done for. I finally passed.” His rants would be humorous if they weren’t so unsettling. The unwell young man put his hands to the back of his shaved head. His revolting look told Emily he was proud of his accomplishment.

Walker holstered his weapon and reached for his cuffs, approaching the suspect. He went quietly, at least. The paramedics arrived and Y/N was on the gurney when they finally called in the apprehension.

“JJ, we got him. They are taking Y/N to the hospital, you can meet us there.”

“Oh no!” JJ’s voice strained. “Is she okay?!”

Emily hesitated too long, a sob burst over the open channel. “They are doing everything they can for her. Reid is riding with her, alright?”

JJ couldn’t speak. Rossi’s voice came through clearly. “Good job, guys. We’ll catch up shortly.”

The ride to the hospital was one of the longest car rides JJ had ever taken. It was only 5 miles from the precinct steps to the Emergency Room entrance. Rossi opened the door for his passenger who was clearly having difficulty putting one foot in front of the other. Garcia had driven from headquarters and met them in the parking lot. Her comforting arms practically carried JJ’s numb form to the waiting room. Alvez and Walker were standing talking near the revolving doors.

Spencer and Emily were seated nearest the nurses’ station. Their keen eyes watching every doctor, orderly or nurse who passed by. JJ felt her legs were boulders as she joined the huddle of friendship that waited for her. Then the real waiting began.

Y/N was in surgery for a brain bleed for four hours. The team left to rest in shifts, though Reid and Garcia never left JJ’s side. Emily had to wrap up the investigation with the locals, otherwise she would have been there as well. Penelope had already talked to Mrs. Jareau about the boys, giving as good an explanation as she could to how Y/N had been injured. Reid was reciting bits from ‘Born Standing Up’ by Steve Martin to try to get JJ to laugh.

During the second hour she fell asleep between her two pillars of support. Penelope held JJ’s feet while Reid held her head, having used his Kevlar and a cardigan as a make shift pillow in his lap. She didn’t dream.

When JJ woke up, everyone else had fallen asleep. She slowly unfurled her tense limbs and began to pace the waiting room. It was after her third lap that she found her phone to call her mom.

The doctor let JJ back to Y/N’s room in post-op ICU. It had taken a grueling hour longer then they anticipated, but finally the BAU heard Y/N had made it through the surgery. She had four broken bones in her right foot, hemorrhaging on the brain that was going to need to be continually monitored, a stellate fracture in her left knee cap and raw skin from her restraints.

When JJ entered the room all she saw was the most beautiful woman in the world. Beneath all the gauze and tubes, there she was and she was alive! JJ waited by her side all night, waiting for her love to wake up and come back to her.

Michael had started talking. His little eyes wide as he copied your prompts. “Doggie? Can you say doggie?”

“Dug-dy?” He sputtered. You all clapped at his achievement. You saw JJ smiling at you holding her baby and you knew your heart wasn’t done growing yet. Her pink lips framed her perfect teeth, her blue eyes shining at you. It took your breath away.

You were coughing. Why couldn’t you breath? Something was in your throat, you had to get it out. Where were you?! JJ’s voice was calling for a doctor, she was nearby! Then suddenly there were strange faces peering down at you, too many hands were checking you. The fear continued to stutter your breathing. Slowly a familiar voice made sense. “Y/N, babe, you have to calm down, ok?” JJ begged. “There is a tube in your throat to help you breathe.”

You could see her now, her eyes reassuring and tired, so tired. You nodded at her, wanting to scream that you loved her, that you were so happy she was here. A deep voice spoke from the other side of the bed, “We are going to remove the tube, but it is going to hurt. Are you ready for the procedure?”

You blinked in frustration of more pain, but nodded to the doctor with the beady eyes.

JJ came back into the room after you had been triple checked by the doctor and two nurses. She was so lovely. Her worried face forced a smile for your benefit. You moved your hand, hoping she would take it. She did, the warmth flooding you with hope.

“Y/N, I am so sorry I let him get you. I never thought you were in danger. I never.” She stopped herself, sniffling. She took a few deep breaths. You wanted to reach for her, to let her know you were here and it was going to be okay, eventually at least.

“I am not going to lose you, Y/N. Do you hear me?” JJ stated defiantly. “I am here, no matter what. I want you, for always. Do you understand?” You thought you did, but somehow there were tears blocking your view of her beauty. You coughed, your throat still raw from the tubing.

“Don’t talk, just nod?” JJ sniffled. “Or shake your head too, if that’s how you feel.” She took both of your hands now, gently as they were bandaged. “Y/N, I want all of your tomorrows. I want the recovery, the physical therapy sessions, the work, the smiles, the late nights. I want it all. I want you. Forever. Marry me?” She said it with such a burning intensity that your eyes exploded. Your heavy head a resounding affirmative.

“Yes?” JJ checked, kissing your hands.

“Y-yes,” you gasped against the pain in your vocal chords. She leaned in and kissed your chapped lips. You patted the bed, calling her to you. She didn’t even hesitate, she crawled right over the rail and snuggled into your side. Right where she would fit, forever.

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