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I would have had this posted last night, but my Internet decided to go out as soon as I finished.  *headdesk*

Anyhoo, on to the ending...for now.

Title: The Unexpected - Epilogue

Fandom: WMC/CM Crossover

Pairing: Emily/Cindy; Cindy/Lindsay and Emily/JJ implied.

Rating: NC-17 (sorry, couldn’t help it! I had to have them go out with a bang…so to speak. *wg*)

Disclaimer: Don’t own a damn thing so don’t sue.

Warnings: This is un-beta’d. All mistakes are mine.

AN: Thanks to everyone who has been following and reading this fic. It was so much fun that I think this x-over will be reappearing at some point in the future. It really took on a life of its own. This is an epilogue to clean up the loose ends. Being slightly superstitous, I didn’t want to call this “Chapter 13,” but it’s long enough to be that, I think.

AN2: Don’t forget this fic was nominated for Best Crossover at the 2008 Criminal Minds FanFic Awards. If you really liked it, I’m pimping for another vote or two here. I have no shame!!!



Emily leaned against Cindy’s bed, brushing the back of her fingers gently against her cheek. With a sigh, Cindy stirred and smiled when she saw the beautiful woman standing next to her bed.


“Hey you. How are you feeling?”


“Like some crazed woman whacked me in the head with a cane,” Emily smiled and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, flinching at the sharp pain in her ribs. Cindy took Emily’s hand in hers, reassured by the warmth.


“I have good news.”


“Really?” Cindy groggily mumbled, the pain killers kicking back in.


“You get to go home tomorrow.”


Cindy fought to keep her eyes open, “Oh goodie. I get to see my surprise.”


Emily smiled and leaned over to place a kiss on her forehead, “Sleep, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up.”


Cindy sighed in her half-sleep, “Mmmmm, even better.”


Stepping from the room, Emily ran her long fingers through her hair. Even though the ordeal was over, she still felt overwhelmed and it was only partially due to killers and life-threatening situations. This fiesty redhead had swept into Emily’s life and turned it upside down, in a frighteningly wonderful way. Emily looked down at her hands and could still feel the ghost of Trish’s head in them and the distinctive snapping sound echoing in her ears. She closed her eyes tight at the memory, seeing those same hands caressing the curves of Cindy’s neck and feeling the warmth between her legs.


Emily slid down the wall, cradling her head in her arms. Fears and images from past nightmares flooded her mind, thoughts that kicked in a raw survival instinct that Emily thought was no longer needed. In split seconds, she let the animal in her take over and it terrified her.


“Em?” She looked up shocked at JJ. “How is she?”


Emily stood, not sure how to handle JJ’s genuine concern, “She’s going to be fine. She’s getting discharged tomorrow.”


“Good,” JJ looked down at her feet, “How about you?”


“Nothing that won’t heal.”


JJ tilted her head to the side, “You sure? You looked kind of upset.”


Emily rubbed the space between her eyes, offering a half-smile, “You know how it is after a case, especially when some nut wants to end your life. It takes a little time.”


JJ silently nodded, remembering the demons that still chase her from running into that barn after Reid. The silence became unsettling.


Emily motioned back to Cindy’s room, “Well, I better…”


“Emily.” She turned back to face JJ, who was struggling with the right thing to say. “I’m…I’m really sorry. For everything. I was an idiot, and I made a stupid mistake. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”


Emily felt like she should say something, but she wasn’t sure what. Saying “it’s okay” would be a lie, because it’s wasn’t and still isn’t. She couldn’t say she understood because she didn’t. Instead, she said nothing.


“I ended it with Will, and before you start thinking what I probably think you’re thinking, I’m not telling you this to win you back. I wish I could win you back, but you deserve better than what I gave you.” JJ walked to the glass so she could see Cindy better, then turned to face Emily. “She risked it all for you. She put her own life on the line for you. To hell with the consequences and to hell with what anyone thought. That’s the kind of love you deserve, Emily. I couldn’t even risk being honest with myself, much less anyone else.”


Emily stared at her former lover, shocked at the admission. “JJ…”


“Don’t. It’s okay.” JJ took a deep breath. “I’ve decided to take some time off. I need to get my head together. I’m not good for the team right now…Hotch agrees.”


Emily shook her head in disbelief, “Jennifer, you don’t have to do this.”


“Yes, I do. It’s okay…really.” JJ suddenly reached up to take Emily in a hug, surprising the other woman. She had no time to react before JJ pulled away and quickly walked off. Emily stared at the retreating form of the blonde before she disappeared in the crowd of people down the hall.




Emily woke to a soft tap on the shoulder. She had fallen asleep in a chair next to Cindy’s bed, her sore body protesting the unnatural position she had been in for hours as she tried to move.


“Detective?” Lindsay stuffed her hands into her back pocket in what Emily was learning was a nervous gesture.


“I can take over for a while if you want to get up and move around.”


“Yeah, sure. Thanks.” Emily stood and started to brush past the other woman. She barely caught the murmur from Lindsay.




“I said, don’t hurt her.” They stared at each other, a silent message passing between them.


“I don’t intend to.”


“Good.” Emily watched as Lindsay sat in the chair and took Cindy’s hand in her own. The easy familiarity of it struck a chord in Emily. She made a mental note to ask Cindy about it later before leaving to take a quick walk.




The next morning, Jill and Claire joined Lindsay in seeing Cindy home from the hospital.


“Hey guys!!!” Cindy was feeling much better. She had even managed to walk from the bed to the bathroom without her head spinning. Emily was on the other side of the room packing their bags to leave.


“Hey squirt!” Jill was the first to hug her friend. “I’m so glad you’re feeling better.”


Cindy hugged her back, “Oh, believe me, me too!”


Claire wiped a tear from her face before giving in to the urge too, “Oh come here, you!” She whispered in Cindy’s ear, “Don’t ever scare me like that again, got it?”


“I can’t make promises like that,” Cindy pulled back from the hug.


“Don’t make me ground you and put you in time out!” Cindy saluted Claire.


“Yes, ma’am!”


Claire nodded with approval, “Damn right.”


The nurse bustled into the room, breaking up the merriment, “We have to do one last check on you, Ms. Thomas, and if all’s good then we’ll have some paperwork for you to sign.”


The nurse looked over her glasses at the women in the room, effectively dismissing all of them. When Emily made no move to leave, “Ma’am, you’ll need to leave.”


“It’s okay,” Cindy smirked at Emily, a small blush coming to her face, “She’s my girlfriend. She can stay.”


Emily fought back her own smirk at the huff from the nurse, “Very well then.”


Lindsay shuffled her friends out of the room, “Come on, mother hens, let’s go.” Cindy giggled at the sound of Jill doing chicken sounds down the hall and Claire joining in.




By lunch time, Emily was pulling Cindy’s car to the curb and racing around to open the door. Cindy slowly got out of the car, the pain in her legs making walking a difficult process. It didn’t help that the painkillers were wearing off. Thank God Emily stopped at the pharmacy on the way home! There was a little pill with a powerful punch with her name on it in the white bag in her hand. Cindy clutched the bag closer to her as she took her first steps up to her apartment.


Once inside, Cindy flopped down on the couch and immediately tore into the bag. Emily went to the kitchen, pausing with a smile at the gift still sitting there, before returning with a glass of water. Cindy downed the pill and the liquid without taking a breath.


Emily sat down next to her, wrapping her arms silently around the redhead. A few minutes later, both were sound asleep with Cindy curled up against Emily, her arm snuggly around her waist. When Cindy finally stirred, it was dark outside, moonlight streaming in through the windows, settling on Emily’s face.


She traced the outline of Emily’s lips with her finger before reaching up to kiss the other woman, “Mmmmm, that’s a nice way to wake up.”


“Yeah, it is,” Cindy smiled. “I never did thank you for saving me.”


“Actually, you saved me.”


Cindy buried her head in Emily’s neck, “Augh, and I failed miserably!”


“No, you didn’t. You have saved me.” Emily looked in wonder at Cindy. “You amaze me.”


The romantic words stirred a memory for Cindy, “Hey.” She pushed off of Emily, “I haven’t seen my surprise yet!” Cindy hobbled slightly as she headed for the kitchen. Emily was close behind.


“Oh my God, Emily!” Cindy had her hand over her mouth as she held the paper in one hand and a set of keys in the other.


“It just seemed like you. I hope I was right.” Emily shrugged as she walked further into the kitchen and wrapped an arm around Cindy’s waist. “After the other night, I just knew I needed to get away with your for a little while, get away from all the madness, just the two of us.”


Cindy stared at the paper and then back up at Emily before throwing her arms around her neck, “Are you kidding?! A week at a private lodge in Tahoe?! No woman in her right mind would turn that down!”


Emily laughed and pulled back to kiss Cindy solidly on the lips, “And the best news is that there isn’t another cabin anywhere. There’s a hot tub, great views, and lots and lots of privacy.”


Cindy licked her lips, “Oh, I’m liking the sound of this more and more.  I have so many wicked thoughts running through my head right now!”


Emily moaned at the thought, kissing Cindy deeply, the desire for more warring with her urge to be gentle with her. Emily let her hands brush over Cindy’s breasts, making the smaller woman gasp. Cindy bit her lip, trying not to squeeze Emily’s sore ribs.


“Emily…I want you. There’s so much I want with you, and I don’t want to waste time.”


“I know. Me too, but I don’t want to hurt you. Maybe we need to wait.” Emily wasn’t even sure what to do with her hands anymore. She settled for resting them on the counter behind Cindy.


“I have an idea,” Cindy ached at the thought. It wasn’t something they had the chance to do the other night, and pain or not, she didn’t think there was a thing Emily could say to talk her out of it now. She took Emily’s hand and walked her to the bedroom. Guiding her to the bed, she stripped and stretched out on the bed. Emily took in the skin glowing in the moonlight. She licked her lips at what she knew she wanted.


“Are you sure?”


Cindy only nodded.


“Will you stop me if I hurt you?”


“You won’t. I trust you.” Emily let her eyes roam over Cindy’s body, relishing the gentle rise of her breasts, the soft curve of her hips, and the sight of curls already dampened and ready for her. She let Cindy watch as she stripped every piece of clothing off. The only thing remaining was the wrap around her ribs that kept her from being completely naked.


Kneeling between Cindy’s legs, she kissed the soft flesh, taking special care to gently brush her lips over the purplish marks across her thighs, as if doing so would erase the pain and memories. Slowly, she kissed her way closer to the destination. Cindy’s breathing became faster and Emily looked up at her watching for any signs of discomfort or pain. All she saw was Cindy biting her lip, her head thrown back, a hand buried in the pillow under her head.


Emily reached around to take Cindy’s free hand into her own, their fingers linking together easily, before dipping her head lower. The first touch pulled the air from Cindy’s lungs. She tightened her grip on the hand in hers, already overwhelmed with the sensations Emily was sending through her body. She chanced a glance down, amazed that the beautiful woman wasn’t a figment of her imagination.


“Emily,” Cindy whispered. When dark desire-filled eyes locked on hers, Cindy’s body instantly spasmed, her head slamming back into the pillow and her body arching. Emily kissed her way up Cindy’s body, bracing herself above her, letting her lips linger over Cindy’s. Her tongue flicked out playfully, tasting herself on Emily.


“Damn…,” Cindy quirked an eyebrow, “If it’s like that when we’re in pain and injured, imagine the damage we’ll do when we’re both better.”


“And for a whole week too!” Cindy laughed and nibbled at the tender spot under Emily’s ear.


“Hmmm, can we leave for Tahoe tonight?” Emily’s eyes rolled in the back of her head when Cindy hit a nerve.


“I’ll pack the bags.”

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Title: The Unexpected, 12/12

Fandom: WMC/CM Crossover

Pairing: Emily/Cindy; Cindy/Lindsay and Emily/JJ implied.

Rating: M, due to some descriptive violence.

Disclaimer: Don’t own a damn thing so don’t sue.

Warnings: This is un-beta’d. All mistakes are mine.

AN: We’re getting near the end folks!!! Ready to find out who the bad guy is?!  Before any of you ask, there will be an epilogue!!!
AN2:  If you guys like this x-over that much, I may have some ideas for bringing these two fandoms back together in the future.  Apparently, I need to resolve some "issues" with some of the other characters (*ahem* that's[info]sofia_lindsay talk for we need more pairings!)


Cindy rounded the corner, and at the end of the road stood the lone house on the lake. She slowed her car, looking around to get her bearings on her location and other houses in the area. A few hundred feet on either side of the house were neighbors. Neither was close enough to hear screams but there was low brush running along the back of the property either way, perfect for hiding. With a plan, Cindy set out for the house.


She pulled up to the side of the house and parked. When she got out, it was deathly silent. Even the birds weren’t chirping. She crept along the side of the house, sneaking a peek between the house and the bushes. A couple of hundred feet back from the house was a small building with blackened in windows. Barely hidden on the other side of the building was a small silver truck.


Keeping low, Cindy raced for the pile of firewood set up next to the building on the side closest to her. Her heart pounding, she practically slid behind the pile. Standing, she peeked over the edge of the window sill. In a clear space between the pane and the wood, she saw a huddled form in the middle of the floor.


“Emily,” she whispered, just before the crunch of dried leaves behind her made her spin around. She caught a glimpse of Trish’s sadistic smile mere seconds before the wooden cane made contact with the side of her head.




“I think I may have something,” Garcia tapped furiously at her keyboard, “Patricia Stansfield.”


Reid looked at Morgan, “The one we questioned?”


“The one and the same. Check this out: two counts of assault and a string of restraint orders over the last 20 years all across the country. The most recent being a year ago in Wichita.”


Lindsay, Jill, and Claire came into the room, trailing Tom behind them. Lindsay was nearly frantic, “Please tell me you have something.”


“Why?” Hotch questioned, worriedly.


“Cindy’s gone. I think she’s gone to find Agent Prentiss.”


Morgan rubbed his head in frustration, “Jesus!”


“Oh God!” Garcia stopped everyone in their tracks.


“What is it?” JJ was almost afraid to ask.


“Not long after the restraining order was given in Wichita, this woman’s ex went missing, along with another woman, presumably the other woman she was having an affair with. They were never found.”


JJ put her hand over her mouth, trying to hold back the bile threatening to come up. This really was all her fault, after all. Rossi noticed the ashen look on JJ’s face.


“JJ, is something wrong?”


She nodded, “That case came across my desk.” She paused, looking at her team mates; every face was there except the one she really wanted. “I turned it down. I didn’t think it was important enough to warrant our attention.”


Morgan came over and rubbed her shoulder, “At the time, it wasn’t. Don’t beat yourself up over something you couldn’t have known.”


Her sad blue eyes looked painfully at Morgan, “We’re profilers though. We should see this stuff coming.” She shook her head, “What if I got Emily killed?”


“No, we’re human too, JJ,” Rossi stated wisely. “Now, I suggest we get moving and stop wasting time. This is no time for blame.”


Hotch turned to Tom and Lindsay, “Get your people together. We’re heading out.”




Emily jumped at the loud thumping sound against the building she was in. Certainly the rest of the team didn’t get here that fast! She heard a door slam open and a heavy scuffing noise move across the floor. A long moment of silence and then…


She jerked back at the blinding white light she hadn’t seen in what seemed like forever as her blindfold was yanked away.


“Well, well, well, isn’t this just adoringly sweet?!” Emily turned her head to the voice of her tormentor, feeling everything rushing in on her at once.


“You! But you’re…”


“What, you fucking bitch! Crippled? Harmless? Totally not what you expected? They never expect me.” Trish grabbed her cane and limped to the unconscious form of Cindy tied to a post across from Emily. She caressed a soft cheek, her fingers coming away with blood, “They never even look at me.” Emily fought her instincts to rip the pole she was tied to out of the ground and beat this woman over the head with it.


Emily was incredulous, “That’s why you’ve done all this? For a woman’s attention?”


“You’re beautiful and stupid. How typical.” She lifted Cindy’s head, making the redhead moan in pain. Emily gritted her teeth to stay in control. “No. I didn’t do it for a woman’s attention. It’s beautiful in its simplicity really. It’s simply…revenge.”


Trish stood and paced just outside of the reach of Emily’s legs, “Women like you and her get anything they want, anyone they want, and there are no consequences. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. This is yours.”


With a vicious downswing of the cane, Trish cracked Cindy across the thighs, causing the redhead to jerk to consciousness at the impact, “AUUUUGGGGHHHHH!!!!”


Emily yanked so forcibly at her restraints that the flimsy building shook, “Goddamn you, you FUCKING BITCH!!! I’ll fucking kill you with my bare hands!”


Trish looked up at the quivering pole and the debris falling from the rafters, then looked back at Emily and started laughing hysterically, “You’re not going to do a damn thing, Agent Prentiss.” She kneeled down to get face-to-face with Emily, “The only thing you’re going to do is watch helplessly as I slit your pretty little girlfriend’s belly open and watch her guts spill to the floor at your feet.”


Emily stared her down, sneering and refusing to blink. She’d find a way. She had to find a way. Trish stood and looked down at Cindy, who was passed out again from the shock and pain. She pushed the tip of the cane into the blackening flesh of Cindy’s thigh, causing her to cry out, “Wakey, wakey, Cindy Lou. I want you to see your fate coming at you.”


Trish turned and walked out whistling a happy tune. Beads of sweat were dripping from Cindy’s forehead, and Emily took the opportunity to get her attention.


“Cindy. Cindy!!!” She jumped at the noise and worked to focus on the familiar warm voice.


“Emily. Are you okay?” Emily actually smiled at the absurdity of it.


“I’m fine, baby. I need you to focus on me. Can you do that?” Cindy nodded her head, then scrunched her eyebrows together and moaned at the pain it caused. “Try not to move, Cindy. Just listen to my voice. Focus on my voice, okay?”




“Alright. Now, do you have any idea if the police or the BAU have any idea what’s happened here?”


Cindy licked her dry lips, tasting the bitterness of her own blood on her lips, “I think so. The two blondes you work with. I think they may know.”


“Good,” Emily wiggled her hands a little more, testing the restraints, looking up to see the rafters shake. “Cindy, I think I have a plan, but I need you to play along with me, okay?”


Cindy managed to open one eye and quirk a little smile, “Like at the bar?”


Emily smiled, “Yeah, kind of like that. Not quite as fun though.”


Emily watched as Cindy struggled to stay conscious. She knew it was vital that she keep Cindy awake. With the head injury she has, she could easily slip into a coma. Her heart ached at the thought of losing her and she shook her head refusing to accept it as a possibility. Seeing Cindy’s head tilted to the side, she almost looked like she did this morning when Emily left. She’d have given anything if she had stayed and let Cindy wake up in her arms. A tear slipped down. She wanted to feel that. She needed it. This feeling was something she had denied herself for too long, assuming she’d never be free to love someone as good as Cindy…assuming she wasn’t worthy or good enough. That fear and withholding had strangled an already messy relationship with JJ. She wasn’t going to let that happen again.


“Cindy?” She stirred at Emily’s voice, seemingly a little more cognizant. She had to keep her talking, “Did you get my surprise in the kitchen this morning?”


“No, I was late for breakfast with the club.”


“The club?” Cindy smiled.


“I’ll tell you later.”








Cindy smirked, “What did you get me for my surprise?”


“You’ll see when we get out of here.”


“Okay,” a few moments passed, “Emily?”


Both were nearly whispering now, “Yeah?”


Brown eyes turned fully to Emily’s, letting her know that Cindy was completely aware of the words coming from her mouth, “I think I love you. I’m pretty sure I do actually, and it’s not some hero worship, moment of crisis thing. It’s…”






“I think I love you too.” Cindy smiled fully at this.


“So, what’s your plan, Wonder Woman?” Emily brought her now free hands around in front of her, making her eyes go wide in wonder.


“How did you…?” 


Emily smirked sexily at Cindy, “It’s one of my many sordid stories from my time overseas. Remind me when we get out of here and I’ll tell you all about it.”


Emily leaned over and loosened the ropes from around her ankles, then did the same thing with Cindy’s, leaving them so they looked bound tight. Emily looked to the windows and then, ignoring the shooting pain in her side, quickly moved behind Cindy to loosen the bindings on her wrist. Cindy looked over her shoulder at the beautiful face of her very own superhero.




Emily stopped and brushed the blood-crusted hair from Cindy’s face, before softly kissing her, “Hi.”


Cindy looked at her in surprise when Emily moved back over to her side, “Are we not going to try to escape?”


Emily moved back into position, placing the rope back over her ankles and pulling the ties back tight around her wrists, “I have a better idea.”


“A better idea than getting the hell out?”


“I need to wait for reinforcements. If we make a move now, she could have all kinds of weapons at the ready and there’s far too much open space. We’d never be able to escape. Trust me, Cindy.”


Cindy gently nodded, trying not to cause herself anymore pain, “Absolutely.”




The BAU team rushes out the door. JJ’s close behind, slipping on her kevlar and wrist mic, and not paying attention when she runs into a familiar body.


“Will! What the hell are you doing here?”


Will smugly looked JJ over and tugged at the kevlar, “I think that’s a more fitting question for you.  I thought you weren’t going into the field.”


JJ pushed past him, “I can’t talk about this right now. I have to go.”


Will grabbed her wrist as she passed, “Let me go, Will.”


“Fine,” he looked around at the squad cars pulling out and JJ’s team waiting on her, “Where’s the fire? What’s up?”


JJ looked down, “Emily’s been kidnapped by the unsub. We think we know where she’s being held. I have to go.”


Will watched her turn, leaving him standing there alone in more ways than one. He called after her, “It was always her, wasn’t it?”


JJ stopped dead in her tracks. She looked at her team, at each supportive face, each one of them giving her strength to do what she needed to. Emily had the strength to stand tall and stop making an endless cycle of bad mistakes. Now it was her turn.


She turned back around to face Will, unable now to fathom what madness had taken over her all those months ago. He walked closer, but continued to talk loud enough for everyone to hear, “You’d do anything for Emily, wouldn’t you? You’d even risk the life of our child and us for her.”


JJ crossed her arms and swallowed, looking him squarely in the eye, “Yes, it was always her. From the beginning it was her. I’m sorry Will but you didn’t stand a chance.”


Garcia was shuffling everyone into the van and she gave JJ a quick hug, “You go, girl.”


JJ hugged Garcia tighter, “Thank you.”




The SUV and SFPD flew down the dusty remote road. Morgan flipped open his phone, “Get anymore info on this Trish person, baby girl?”


“You betcha, darlin’. Good stuff too that explains why she’s a bit harsh on her own. Get this, she was in the Gulf War and got injured in battle, which explains the cane; however, instead of getting honorably discharged for medical reasons, she was dishonorably discharged for conduct unbecoming, i.e. homosexuality. She’s struggled financially since then. The house she’s in now is a family home. Oh, and she was infantry too. She had quite a few commendations for her hand-to-hand combat ability. She was also a top sharp shooter in her squad. Girl has skills…good and deadly skills. Looks like ya’ll need to watch out for this one.”


Morgan sighed, “Thanks Garcia. We’ll check in when the dust settles.”


“Be careful, guys.”


JJ looked around at her team, “Looks like I picked a good day to don the kevlar again.”




Emily and Cindy stopped talking when they heard Trish’s whistling getting closer. Emily looked at Cindy determinedly, “Be ready when I say.” Cindy nodded her understanding.


Trish came in with a bundled wrapped and dropped it next to Cindy. She looked over and saw that the young woman seemed to be much more alert than earlier.


“Good. I think we’re ready to begin,” Trish uncovered the bundle to display several knives of different lengths. Cindy instinctively moved away, knowing this wasn’t meant for cutting the rope.


Trish reached over to pull Cindy’s shirt up, exposing her flat stomach to Emily, “So, Agent, where should we start? At the top,” she placed the blade of the longest knife just below Cindy’s sternum, making her flinch her stomach muscles away, “or maybe at the bottom,” she placed the knife low on Cindy’s abdomen.


Emily sneered, “How about in your heart?”


“But that’s exactly what I’m going to do, ain’t I? Isn’t little Cindy your heart? You’re one and only?” Trish cackled at the rage apparent on Emily’s face as she drew the blade across Cindy’s stomach, barely breaking the skin.


Tires skidding on the gravel outside made Trish turn her head. Emily could only hope it was the calvary.


She made eye contact with Cindy, and in one swift movement, Cindy grabbed the nearest knife and stabbed up slicing a long cut along Trish’s thigh. Emily jumped from her position and barreled head down into Trish’s stomach, knocking her back several feet making her lose her balance. Trish rolled and came up, sputtering in rage.


“You fucking bitch! I’m going to slice you into tiny pieces!” Trish hobbled, taking the pressure off her injured leg. She swung the knife in her hand with purpose at Emily’s midsection. On her third attempt, she left herself open and Emily sent her reeling with a right hook.


Outside, squad cars and SUVs surrounded the building. Hotch gave some hand commands sending Morgan and JJ around one side of the building, while he and Reid took the other side. Lindsay and Tom ran up to the side facing the house ready to catch anyone escaping.


Inside, Emily continued to evade her weakening opponent. Blood from her wound was now soaking her pants leg, leaving puddles all over the floor.


“Give it up, Trish. You can’t win this. You’re surrounded by the FBI and the SFPD. It’s over.”


Trish stared at her with a deadly calm, “It’s not over until I say it is.”


Trish raced at Emily with every bit of strength she had left, screaming in rage. Hearing the commotion, Hotch gave the signal to rush the building.  Emily spun to the side, wrapping her arm around Trish’s throat. As the doors swung open, she yanked Trish’s neck to the side, the sickening crunch filling the room.


JJ stared at Emily, momentarily shocked at the look on Emily’s face. She was rage and death personified, and JJ realized there were so many things about Emily she never knew, so much she shut both of them off from, so they’d never touch these deep and dark places with each other. Silently, she left the room.


Time seemed to move in slow motion as Emily sank to her knees next to the lifeless body of the woman who had held her and Cindy captive. As if from far away, she could hear Cindy’s voice calling to her.


“Emily! Emily, are you okay?” She came back to herself when she felt warm arms wrap around her. She turned and pulled Cindy to her.


“I’m okay. You?”


“Yeah, I’m okay.” Emily pulled away, tears evident in her eyes. She brushed Cindy’s hair lovingly out of her face. She knew everyone was watching, but she didn’t care. She wanted to tell Cindy that she didn’t “think” she loved her, she knew it, but she didn’t want the memory of that to be over a corpse.


She stood taking Cindy’s hand in hers, “Let’s get out of here.”



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Title: The Unexpected, 11/?

Fandom: WMC/CM Crossover

Pairing: Emily/Cindy; Cindy/Lindsay and Emily/JJ implied.

Rating: PG-13, maybe higher due to some pretty descriptive violence.

Disclaimer: Don’t own a damn thing so don’t sue.

Warnings: This is un-beta’d. All mistakes are mine.

AN: I don’t know how long this is going to end up. I’m honestly surprised it’s been this long. Having this kind of dedication is kind of shocking for me.



She sat on the bench craddling the lukewarm coffee in her hands with Jill and Claire on either side of her, rubbing comforting hands across her back, hoping to ease some of her fear. She watched silently as Lindsay and the BAU team gathered their resources and began to analyze where to go now.


“Garcia was able to isolate an image of the person our second victim left with. We traced to her apartment and got footage from the lobby of the vic leaving alone. After that, she disappeared for several hours before being found late morning by a jogger,” JJ finished.


“So both victims left the apartments in the early morning hours, perhaps even before sunrise, never made it to their jobs that morning, but were found during the day by passerbys. It seems like our unsub has a lot of morning time free. We’ve ruled out the chance of random homeless people fitting the profile…,” Rossi locked onto a new piece of information with Hotch finishing it up.


“Meaning our unsub has a job that allows him to be free when these women are leaving the bars and to hold them for most of the day before killing and dumping them.”


JJ nervously ran her fingers through her hair, before looking at her watch, “We’re running out of time. If he sticks to his routine,…”


Morgan shook his head, “No, this has thrown off his routine. If she had her ID on her, he could very well be aware that he’s kidnapped an agent. It could be the perfect opportunity to toy with us or her,” indicating Cindy sitting outside.


JJ swallowed hard at the other possibility, “Or she could already be dead.”


The whole team was silent. JJ slumped into a chair, letting her inner fears and regrets finally catch up with her. When Garcia heard the strangled cries that JJ desperately tried to hold in, she went to her and put an arm around her.


“Come on, honey. Let’s go take a walk.”


Cindy watched in stunned silence as JJ was escorted down the hall by Garcia. She turned frantic eyes towards Lindsay, her shaking hands causing some of the coffee to spill onto the floor.


Lindsay turned back to Hotch, “I better go talk to Cindy before she thinks the worst.”


Hotch turned stonily to Rossi, a determined look on his face, “We’re missing something. It’s right here and we’re missing it.”


He looked to the door where JJ and Garcia had passed, then back at Rossi, shaking his head, “I hope JJ’s wrong. For her sake. I don’t think we’ll get her back from the brink if she is right.”


Rossi clamped a hand on his friend’s shoulder, “Emily’s tough. She can handle herself until we can get to her.”


Lindsay crouched down in front of her friends, “Lindsay…”


“Hey, it’s okay. It’s not what you think.”


Claire looked beseachingly at Lindsay, “Tell us some good news then.”


“Well, we think we’ve narrowed potential suspects down a little more. Since this guy is taking the victims in the middle of the night and they’re being found the next day, during the day, he must have a night job or at least nothing that makes him have to be somewhere first thing in the morning.”


Cindy did some quick mental calculations, when it clicked, “He gets rid of them the day after he takes them. She could be…”


“No,” Lindsay quickly stopped where she was going, feeling her stomach lurch at the unsubs real intentions, “They seem to think that Emily’s different. She wasn’t who he intended to get, so he may not stick to his routine. He may hold her longer.”


“Or he may just get rid of her quicker,” Jill blurted, making Lindsay glare at her, “Sorry.”


Cindy looked at Jill with a shocked face, while Claire buried her face in her hands, “I need to go to the bathroom.”


Claire and Jill stood to go with her, when she turned on them, “Alone…please.”


Lindsay gave her a cautious smile, “Sure, take your time.” No matter how much it hurt to see, this was exactly why Lindsay couldn’t let them be anymore than friends. That pain in Cindy’s eyes was too much to bear, and she didn’t want to be the one to put it there with a uniform showing up in the middle of the night to give her the bad news.


“Thanks,” Cindy wiped at her eyes as she went on a hunt for the nearest bathroom.


She rounded the corner and saw the blonde agent and the other woman heading out the side door. She wondered what had her so upset and had a brief moment of wondering if Lindsay was telling her all of the story. Cautiously, Cindy followed the pair, keeping a safe distance until they rounded a corner out of earshot. She stopped at the edge, listening to the conversation.


JJ ran her fingers through her hair, “I’m sorry, Garcia. I’ve just got to take a deep breath, get myself together.”


“Yes, eventually you do, but right now, you need to tell me what’s going on with you and Emily.”


“It’s nothing…really.”


“Those tears aren’t nothing. You haven’t been yourself for weeks. Pretty much ever since Barney Fife showed up in Miami,” JJ gave Garcia a pointed look.


“Please, Garcia. Don’t start in on that.”


“Hey, I don’t have to point out the obvious.”


“And what does that mean?” JJ crossed her arms.


“Well, let’s see, before Mr. Yuck-Yuck showed up, you and Emily were practically inseparable. You laughed, you joked, you even went clubbing with us after work. He, and yes, I refuse to say his name, shows up and suddenly you and Emily stop talking. Morgan told me he heard her crying after you took off with him that night.”


“She told me to go for it. I thought…,” JJ looked away.


“I don’t think she meant him.” JJ took a few steps away, letting the words sink in. Realizing she had nothing left to hide from her best friend, she turned back and threw her hands up in the air.


“I’ve messed up, Garcia.  I’ve really lost her. I kept thinking I could find a way to fix things, that I could talk myself out of this thing with Will, but he’s been so persistent and he’s made it so easy and…”


“And he’s safe,” Garcia stated matter-of-factly.


“I can’t fix this,” she shook her head and closed her eyes, fighting new tears that were springing to her eyes, “I’ve lost her to a cute little redhead that’s fun and open and cute.”


“You said that already,” Garcia smirked slightly, hiding her amusement at JJ’s mini rant, “You still care about her though.”


JJ nodded, “And I always will.”


The tears started to fall again, “But I won’t get to tell her. She might…”


“No, you will. Let’s think this through and get our girl back.”


JJ wiped at her eyes and laughed at the innuendo, “So, she’s your girl too!”


“Oh honey, I am all things to all people. You should know that by now! Okay, so, what are we missing here?”


JJ started pacing, walking through the information. Cindy listened carefully, running through her own mental inventory of what she knew and what she had heard. Suddenly, a thought struck her and realization shocked her so that she had to put her hand over her mouth to stop from blurting it out.


She ran back inside and cut through a back hallway out of Lindsay’s line of sight. She jumped in her car and had to remind herself not to spin out of the parking lot with cops everywhere.


“Son of a bitch,” she mumbled, “Maybe Emily was right. I should have been a profiler.”




Thirty minutes later, she pulled into the parking lot. It felt weird to go into a bar in the light of day, but she couldn’t wait with Emily’s life in danger. Before getting out, she checked her makeup. She knew Charley’s type so it wouldn’t hurt to use every available resource she had, just in case she was resistant. It wasn’t like she intended to follow through!


She walked in and looked around for the bartender. Hearing noise in the back, she walked around the bar and went into the kitchen.


“Charley? Is that you?” Charley poked her head out from behind a shelf.


“Don’t tell me that your day’s been so rough that you need one of my special concoctions already,” the lanky woman leaned against the shelf and gave Cindy a wink.


Cindy smiled coyly at her, “Well, I do need something from you, but it’s not a drink.”


Charley cocked an eyebrow at her, “Really?”


Cindy ran her tongue over her lips and stepped closer to Charley, “Yeah, I was hoping you could help me with something.”


She stood and put her arms out, “I’m at your disposal.”


“I was hoping you’d say that.”




Garcia and JJ came running back into the room with the rest of the team, “It’s not a guy.”


Everyone turned at the simultaneous interruption. Lindsay stepped up, “What do you mean?”


Garcia, not wanting to waste precious time, ran to a computer to start running checks on all the faces she saw go into the bar last night. She accidentally bumped Reid in the process.




“Sorry, sugar. You can’t stop magic when it’s in progress.”


JJ excitedly told Lindsay, “All this time we’ve been saying ‘he,’ ‘him,’ and ‘this guy.’ What if we’re not even looking for a man?”


Noticing the perfect opportunity for statistical information, Reid happily jumped in, “Research has found, by and large, that most serial killers, indeed killers in general, are of the male gender.”


JJ had Hotch’s attention, “Yes, but there’s always an exception to every rule.”




Hotch turned to the tech, “Garcia, could you…?”


“Already on it, boss.”


Morgan wondered, “So what would be the motivation for a woman to kill another woman?”


“Jealousy,” JJ stated unequivocably. Garcia paused and turned to look at her friend.


He shook his head, “But there has to be more to it than that. These were brutal murders. Well thought out and planned. This killer watched these women before actually kidnapping and killing them. He/she took the time to send warning information to both the victim and the press. These weren’t revenge killings or even spontaneous moments of rage or jealousy.”


“Trust me, it’s a factor.”


The computer whiz broke the moment, “There are no matches on the patrons. A couple with some shoplifting convictions, but nothing major.”


Hotch felt they had one last chance, “Check the bar staff too.”


Garcia nodded and went back to work. Lindsay knew it would be a few minutes before they learned any new information so went to tell Cindy what she knew. She went out to the hallway where they were waiting to find one redhead reporter noticeably absent.


“Where’s Cindy?”


Jill shrugged, “She hasn’t come back yet.”


Claire looked at her watch, realizing how much time had passed, “She’s been gone for about 30 minutes.”


Lindsay threw her hands up into the air and took off in the direction of the bathroom. She threw the door open, “Cindy, are you in here?”


All three stopped at the silence and looked at each other. Lindsay lost it first, “Goddamn it, Cindy!” She turned back to the others, “I swear that I’m personally pad locking that girl in a cell!”


“I’ll help,” Jill added, making Claire smirk and quip.


“Can we just make it a party then? I’ll bring the dip.”


“Come on, I think I know where she’s gone.”




Charley smirked at the redhead, “And to think that I was flattered by your interest. Seems you have a thing for older women. Guess I’m out of luck.”


“It’s nothing personal, Charley. Really. I’ve just been watching her for a long time and I had to know. They say bartenders know everything, so…,” Charley shook her head and laughed.


“Well, now you have her address, phone number, everything. Go, go get the woman of your dreams,” she said, doing the word dreams in air quotes, “I tell ya, you’re going to make her day.”


Cindy gave Charley a quick hug of appreciation, in case she never got a chance again to thank her, and ran to her car. Her heart was pounding in her chest. This certainly had to be the craziest thing she’d ever done and if she made it out of it unscathed, Lindsay would probably throw her in not just a cell, but a padded one at that.


She revved the engine and zipped through the congested San Francisco streets, praying she wouldn’t get to Emily too late. Taking a deep breath to settle her nerves, she turned on a side street heading to the outskirts of the city.

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Title: The Unexpected, 10/?

Fandom: WMC/CM Crossover

Pairing: Emily/Cindy; Cindy/Lindsay and Emily/JJ implied.

Rating: PG-13, maybe higher due to some pretty descriptive violence.

Disclaimer: Don’t own a damn thing so don’t sue.

Warnings: This is un-beta’d. All mistakes are mine.

AN: I don’t know how long this is going to end up. I’m honestly surprised it’s been this long. Having this kind of dedication is kind of shocking for me.



The buzzing on the bedside table woke Cindy from a very pleasant dream of a dark-haired mystery woman coming home with her. She smiled in her half-sleep state and stretched. Feeling the ache in her limbs and her body most definitely naked, her eyes flew open wide remembering the night before.


“Oh…wow. That was no dream.”    She excitedly kicked at the bedsheets and rolled over to scream into her pillow. “Oh my Goooood.” She sat up, looking around her bedroom, realizing she was alone and the message hitting her in the gut. “Oh great, that’s just so freakin’ typical.” She flopped back down on her bed, remembering her phone had buzzed earlier.


Sitting up and rolling her legs off the bed, she reached for her cell phone, flipping it open and expecting to see a message from anyone but who she did.


“Sorry. Work called. Check kitchen before you leave. I miss you already. Will call later. xoxo.”


Cindy stared at the message, committing it to memory, debating whether to text back or not when her phone rang. Without looking she picked it up.


“Where are you?”


“Good morning to you too, Jill.”


“Breakfast. Papa Joe’s. Remember?” Cindy slapped herself on the forehead.


“Oh God! I’m sorry! I’m on my way, seriously.”


She could hear Claire in the background, “Tell her to kick that gorgeous federal agent out of her bed and get her butt her…pronto! We need details. I live vicariously after all.”


Cindy felt her mouth fall open, already assuming the blonde had spilled it, “How the hell does she know that? Jill!!!”


“Hey, it wasn’t me. It must be a mom thing. But, she has a point. We need details. The dirty details, of course.”


Cindy rolled her eyes, “Fine. Give me 20 minutes.”


Cindy took the fastest shower in history before racing out the door to meet her friends. Halfway to her car, she remembered Emily’s message but didn’t take the time to go back inside. 




“Where’s Lindsay?” Cindy slid into their regular booth next to Claire.


Jill shrugged, “Guess she’s a no-show. I’ve texted and called, threatening within an inch of her life or at least threatening that she’d have to buy next time, but nothing. You know, she really needs to dump this workaholic routine.”


Claire quirked her eyebrows, before taking a sip of her coffee, “We are talking about the same Lindsay here, right? Besides maybe she was just up late talking to Pete.”


Jill curled her lip in disgust at the mention of his name, “No, no way. Lindsay is not the phone sex type. However, someone else at this table might be.” Jill looked pointedly at the redhead with her eyes glued to the menu unable to hold back the smirk.


“Phones are not necessary, nor required. I like the hands-on approach.”


Claire practically spewed her coffee across the table, but blocked in time with a napkin.


“That was close,” Cindy quipped.


Jill shook her head, taking a nibble of her croissant, “Don’t snark and run. Come on, is tall, dark and mysterious as good as she looks?”


Cindy’s cheeks turned several shades of red as she hesitated to answer. 


“I’ll take that as a yes. Are you sore?” Cindy gave up and slapped her hands over her eyes. 


“Dear God, Jill!” Claire kicked Jill under the table and glared at her.


“Ow! What?! Oh, don’t act like you don’t want to know,” the blonde motioned at the glaring medical examiner, “You should have heard all the naughty things her mind had the two of you doing earlier. I even blushed.”


“Fine!” Cindy threw her hands up in the air, “Yes, and dear God, yes, to your questions, but I’m not telling you anything else.”


Jill grinned wickedly, “Fine. I’ll ask. You just answer. Fingers? Tongue?”


Cindy’s eyes grew wide and remembered a few more scenes from the night before, a wicked smile crossing her face. Jill’s mouth fell open, “BOTH!”


“Jill, shhhhhh,” Cindy looked around at the questioning looks.


Claire took pity on the younger woman and wrapped a motherly arm around her shoulders, “Honey, never mind our ill-mannered friend. We’re just glad you’re happy. Agent Prentiss is definitely high caliber and you only deserve the best.”


“Thanks, Claire,” Cindy stuck her tongue out at Jill.


“Put it away, short stuff, unless you want me to get started again,” Jill pointed at Cindy, making all three laugh.


The fun was cut short when Jill’s phone buzzed. She looked down expecting it to be Denise demanding that she get her slacker ass into the office, but when her eyebrows scrunched together in obvious concern, the other two sat up straight, looking at each other.


“What’s wrong?” Claire asked.


“It’s Lindsay. She sent a 911 and told us to get to the station ASAP,” she looked up at the redhead, “and bring Cindy.”




All three women came rushing into the station. The entire place was buzzing, groups were huddled together talking. As they passed, some turned to look at Cindy. She had an uneasy feeling, but with the encouragement of Jill’s hand in the small of her back, she kept moving to the back of the precinct to the temporary office of the BAU.


Lindsay was leaning over with both hands placed firmly on the desk in front of her, in an apparently intense conversation with Aaron Hotchner. When the blonde agent informed Lindsay that Cindy was here, Lindsay quickly exited the room, intercepting her before she could hear what was being said.


“Cindy, when was the last time you saw Agent Prentiss?”




Lindsay shuffled nervously, “Was she with you last night?”


Cindy stumbled over the words, the anxiety building in her, and a bit annoyed that her personal life was being blurted out for the whole world to hear, “Wha…what’s going on, Lindsay?” The doors opened behind her as the agents filed out of the room, coming directly for her.


“Please, Cindy, just tell me.”


Cindy started to feel a little afraid as the intimidating agents surrounded her, “Yeah, yes, of course she was with me last night? You saw me leave with her. Why does it…?”


“When was the last time you saw her?” Morgan’s jaw clenched in obvious frustration as he crossed his arms. Cindy really noticed for the first time that he had arms the size of pythons and for some reason right now, that didn’t make her feel any better.


Shaking her head, she thought hard, “The last time I physically saw her was around 4:30am, but I got a text from her several hours ago.”


“We’ll need to see that message,” Hotch left no room for discussion, “Reid, take the phone, analyze the message and see if there is any hidden meaning in it. She could be trying to let us know something.”


All of the agents started to turn and get to work, leaving Cindy even more confused and worried than before, “Whoa! Wait up. Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on here?”


Hotch started to say something, when Lindsay put her hand up to stop him, “I’ll do it.” She turned to Cindy, “Agent Prentiss was supposed to be here two hours ago. She never showed up. Nobody except you has seen her since last night.” She paused briefly to let the information sink in, “We think something may have happened to her.”


Cindy shook her head, “Maybe traffic slowed her down or she got sidetracked doing something else.”


JJ spoke quietly from the back of the group, “Emily’s never been late…ever. She even worked last year when she had the flu. Her job is everything to her. If anything had kept her from getting here and she was able to contact us, she would have.”


Cindy refused to believe it, “There has to be a good reason for this.”


She looked at Lindsay with pleading, tear-filled eyes, automatically leaning into her shoulder for support, “And we’re going to find out what it is. I promise.”




The pain hit her with blinding white intensity yet Emily couldn’t see, the material over her face blocking out all light and images.   She could hear shoes shuffling on the cold cement floor though and a steady, persistent drip of water in the corner. She attempted to lift her arms, but they felt like they were as heavy as lead. When she moved her head, setting off a wave of stomach-turning nausea, her worst fears were realized. She wasn’t bound, but she was drugged, making it almost impossible for her body to react quickly, much less with any kind of force. She was going to have to think of another way out of the situation.


Before she could form a question to ask of the silently hovering form, a boot pressed to the side of her head, holding her down and sending throbbing jolts of pain through her skull.


“You’re very pretty, yes, but you won’t be when they finally find you.”


Emily spat out under the boot, “Who the hell are you?”


“You’ll find out soon enough, but for right now, we’re going to have a little fun. Actually, you won’t have any fun. You’ll just beg for mercy and a quick death. I, however, will have a lot of fun at your expense.”


With that, the boot pushed down slightly adding just enough pressure to make Emily scream.


“You’re making a big mistake,” Emily ground out from under the sole.


“No, you made the mistake, Agent Prentiss. You came between me and Cindy. Now, I have to get you out of the way.”


Emily’s heart hammered in her chest at the words and she made a rash move to grab at the foot on her. Instead, the foot slipped from her, angering her kidnapper. Her reward was a boot to the stomach that knocked the wind out of her. Her body automatically curled in on itself in an attempt at protection. Unfortunately, it left her head open and vulnerable allowing her assailant to pick her up by her hair with one hand and punch her with the other. Almost instantly, her eye began to swell from the well-placed punch.


The profiler crawled as best she could weak and hurting away from the source of the affliction. She tried to use the break to further assess her situation. She could hear cars and horns, but they were low and distant confirming that she was well-hidden from potential rescuers. It was also safe to estimate that it was still daylight out based on the sounds so she hadn’t been out long. The last thing she remembered was walking away from Cindy’s apartment, looking down to send her a quick text before she got in her car. An errant thought had her wondering if Cindy got her surprise. Everything after that up to this point was blank. She must have been ambushed. She didn’t recall hearing any sound or even voices. 


Quickly her mind formulated a plan. Warning bells would sound for the team when she didn’t show up for the briefing this morning, meaning they would probably intensify the search for this unsub. She had to buy herself some time and try to gain an advantage over her opponent. If she feigned sleep, she may be able to wait for the drugs to wear off enough to fight back or she could simply pretend to be unconscious until her team arrived. However, she needed to make that a believable possibility.


Looking in the direction of the shuffled movement, she sneered, “There’s no way you’re going to get away with this. Not only am I going to kick your ass when this shit wears off, but you’ve broken a handful of major federal laws. Kidnapping and assaulting a federal agent, and so far you’ve threatened to kill me.” Emily laughed maniacally at the thought, “Oh, you are so fucked!”


The steel cold voice was over her now, “You see, that’s really bad news for you and your little Cindy because that just means I have nothing left to lose.”


A crack of wood against Emily’s ribs made her scream in agony. She fell over onto her back, gripping as best she could at her broken ribs, the burning sensation of air struggling to go into her lungs making her mind block all stimuli except the throbbing in her body. In this state, she couldn’t anticipate the boot coming at her jaw.


The last thoughts she had before she blacked out was that she needed to roll over on her side so she wouldn’t choke to death on her own blood and the image of Cindy sleeping this morning before she left. Now she wished she had woke her and let her know how she felt. At this rate, she wasn’t sure if she’d ever get the chance.

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Title: The Unexpected, 8/?

Fandom: WMC/CM Crossover

Pairing: Emily/Cindy; Cindy/Lindsay and Emily/JJ implied, if you squint really hard.

Rating: PG/maybe PG-13 for now.

Disclaimer: Don’t own a damn thing so don’t sue.

Warnings: This is un-beta’d. All mistakes are mine.

AN: I think I’ve lost some of my readers thanks to my delays in posting. I’m trying to work faster on this, I promise.



JJ slammed the door open against the wall when she entered the bathroom, making Emily a few steps ahead of her jump.


“Jesus, JJ! What the hell is your problem?”


“My problem is you,” JJ crossed her arms and leaned against the wall on the other side of the room.


Emily shook her head, a sad smile crossing her face, “I’m not your problem anymore, JJ. You made a choice, and it wasn’t me. You don’t get a say-so anymore in what I do.”


JJ looked down and shuffled the toe of her shoe against the floor. When she looked back up, tears were in her eyes, “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”


Emily threw up her hands, her voice straining not to raise where it could be heard by others, “How was it supposed to be, JJ? I can’t imagine any potential scenario that works well for all involved. Somebody was going to get hurt, and I refuse to let it be me.”


JJ bit her bottom lip, “But that could still happen. If you do this, if you put yourself in the middle of this, you could.” She fought a new surge of tears, “And I don’t think I could stand losing you, Em.”


“You already did, Jay. Now you just have to let me go, like I let you go.” The words hit JJ like a physical blow and what little control she had shattered as she slipped down the wall and cradled her head as she cried. Emily fought the overwhelming urge to reach for her, her nails digging ruthlessly into the palms of her hands. She knew she had to end this, cut it off before the whole team was ruined and before either of them did something that couldn’t be taken back.


Silently, she left the way she had entered, leaving JJ to find her own way.




Cindy pulled her little red car into the parking garage and looked in the mirror one last time to check her lipstick. With a sigh, she exited and adjusted her skirt, a short little number that she hadn’t put on in a long time. When she left the garage and started down the street, she saw a couple of non-descript dark cars along the street and sure enough as she got closer to one a familiar dark head came into view. With a slight smile and a barely visible thumbs up, Lindsay signaled that she had Cindy covered.


She supressed the smile on her own face, not wanting to give anything away to anyone watching her. She had taken a chance earlier that day, but she didn’t…couldn’t regret it. It almost surprised her that she and Lindsay were closer than before. That wasn’t what she expected, but it was a welcome opportunity. Like the two of them had their own little secret now. Cindy knew nothing would come of it, and that wasn’t the point. She simply knew that she had to put all the cards on the table. She needed Lindsay to know everything, and now that she did, it was like a weight was lifted from Cindy’s shoulders. She was practically giddy.


As she approached the door of the bar, she instinctively shuffled through her purse to get her ID. Apparently, being assumed to be twelve didn’t reside as the sole belief of the SFPD. The bouncer, Trish was her name as Cindy recalled, happily lit up as Cindy approached.


“Ahhh, my favorite redhead! How are you, Cindy?” She waved her hand at Cindy when she reached out with the ID. “That’s not necessary. If I don’t know by now that you’re legal, then my old mind is more feeble than I thought.”


Trish ran a hand through her short salt and pepper hair, and she had an infectious smile that distracted most people from the fact that “bouncer” was merely a courteous title. The only real damage Trish could do was whack someone with her cane. Not that she couldn’t do it. Cindy had seen it with her own eyes her second time at the bar when a tattooed, biker chick got smart with Charley, the bartender. She was sure the biker was still feeling the sting of that hit.


“Thanks Trish.”


“No problem, honey. Go, have fun!” The older woman watched as Cindy took a seat at the bar.


Charley waved from the other end of the bar, “Hola, chica! Whatcha havin’ tonight?”


For a moment, Cindy was stumped and not sure if it was smart to drink tonight. In her hesitation, she didn’t see the woman walk up behind her, “Whatever the pretty lady wants, I’ll buy.”


Cindy spun around to see the playful dark eyes of Agent Prentiss, checking her out. Cindy did a double-take. Checking her out? Sure enough, she watched as Emily scanned down her body then back up, adding a lick of her lips at the end. If that wasn’t distracting enough, Emily had done a 180 from her previous work attire. She had on skin tight jeans riding low on her hips and black boots with a complimentary tight black shirt that showed all her curves and a sinful amount of cleavage.


Emily smiled at the stunned redhead and leaned in to end her misery, “Play along with me.”


Cindy gave a nervous smile, “That shouldn’t be hard.”


Charley smiled knowingly at the exchange, “So, what’s it going to be, kiddo?”


Cindy gave her a death glare for the kiddo comment, only making Charley smirk harder, “For that, you can get me a Long Island.”


“Living it up tonight, huh? That’s a far cry from a rum and Coke,” she laughed as she walked away. Cindy made a mental note to get even with the evil bartender.


“Rum and Coke?” Emily quirked a dark eyebrow, enjoying adding to Cindy’s indignation.


“Don’t…don’t even go there, Agent Prentiss.”


Emily held up a finger, “Shhh, not so loud.”


“Sorry,” Cindy fiddled with the rim of the glass now in front of her.


“It’s okay, and please, call me Emily.”


Cindy felt a soft hand stroke her arm and she realized that playing undercover cop wasn’t going to be nearly as painful as she had once thought, now that Emily was playing with her, “Okay…Emily.”




JJ rounded the corner and nearly ran over Garcia, “Oh god, Garcia! I’m so sorry!”


The tech goddess saw the red-rimmed eyes of her friend, “Nothing’s broken, I’m okay. But I’m not so sure about you. Honey, what’s wrong?”


JJ mentally kicked herself for not taking a few more minutes in the bathroom to get herself together. She should have known that Garcia sees and knows all.


“I’m fine. Really,” she tried to wave her hands around and gave Garcia an unconvincing smile, “Stupid contact. It’s been giving me fits.”




JJ held up her hands, “I can’t. Not right now, okay? Please.”


Seeing the barely controlled pain in JJ’s blue eyes, Garcia acquiesced for the moment, but this wasn’t the end of the story.


“Sure. Whatever you say, JJ.”


“Thanks.” JJ started to walk away when Garcia stopped her.


“Actually, I was looking for you anyway. Morgan and Reid are in the briefing room. It seems they have some info to share.”


JJ gratefully walked off with Garcia, glad to have something else to focus on for the moment.




When JJ and Garcia entered the room, Hotch and Rossi, who had joined Lindsay on surveillance outside the bar, were just coming on the line.


“Don’t start the party without us, boys.” Morgan smiled cheekily at his blonde buddy.


“And that just wouldn’t be a party worth having if you weren’t there.”


Garcia hip bumped Morgan, “Flatterer…don’t stop.”


“Garcia, what did you find from that other cam footage?” Ever serious, Hotch moved on like the joking hadn’t even occurred.


Garcia rolled her eyes at Morgan before whispering, “Remind me to buy him a spa treatment for his birthday. Dude needs to relax!”


Morgan barely withheld a chuckle, “Well, boss, I logged over 3,000 hours of footage outside the bar and aside from the random homeless guy stumbling through, there was no one of significance I could see checking out the place or the patrons. In fact, if anything, the bar is well supervised in and out by the bouncer.”


“Yeah, Patricia Stansfield, or Trish as she’s called by everyone. Reid and I talked to her earlier.”


“Well, Trish was a regular guest on my screen so if anyone saw anything it would be her.”


“Anything come of that convo, Morgan?” Hotch inquired.


“She recognized both of our victims and had seen them both leave with someone. She did verify that our last vic left with Catherine Holloman. She couldn’t give a clear description of the woman the other vic left with though. It wasn’t anyone she remembered being a regular. Dark hair, tattoes, that’s about all she knew.” Everyone was quiet as they processed the information.


Garcia went over to the computer and pulled up a chair. With a few taps, she had an image on screen of two women leaving the bar.


“Could this be who she was talking about?”


Morgan leaned into the screen, “Do you have a little magic left, baby girl? It would be really helpful if you could get a clean image then we could run it through the system and look for a match.”


“You got it!”




Emily looked around the bar as nonchalantly as she could, taking in general impressions of the patrons. If there was anything she could say about this bar, it was that there were no two of the same type. It was about as diverse as the city itself.


She ran her fingers up Cindy’s spine, giving a light tease at the base of her neck. Cindy fought down the shiver the touch caused, “Do you see anyone that stands out to you as odd?”


“Emily, I know we have to put on a show here, but you’re really distracting me. You really can’t expect me to answer serious questions right now.”


Emily smiled at Cindy’s reddening face, “That’s kind of the point. It needs to be realistic.”


Cindy groaned in frustration and Emily had to hold back an evil chuckle. She really shouldn’t be so mean, but in spite of the circumstances and her previous confrontation with JJ, she felt awfully flirtatious, even daring. 


Cindy did her best to focus without it looking like she was checking everyone out, “To answer your question, no. It’s a little hard to pick out odd and weird people at a gay bar, you know?”


“Mmmmm,” was all Emily said, lost in the soft skin along Cindy’s waist.


“Oh, so you do know,” Emily realized she had just walked into something.




Cindy pulled back from Emily’s definitely roaming hands, “I knew it! Damn, I’m good.”


Dark eyes grew worried, “Knew what?”


The liquor was going to Cindy’s head, making her less inhibited than usual, “It was the walk, by the way, that gave you away. You have that sexy, butch strut going on.”


Finally catching up to the conversation, Emily relaxed a little, smiling at the somewhat inebriated redhead, “I do.”


“Yes, you do, and it’s damn sexy, just so you know. Lindsay has that strut too, but she’s not gay. Butch, yes, but not gay.”


“Good to know,” Emily wasn’t sure if she was referring to her newfound awareness of being considered butch or that Lindsay wasn’t gay.


“Yep, and just think, you can do whatever you want right now and blame it all on your job,” Cindy blubbered out and then finished off the last third of her drink.


Emily grinned evily at Cindy, “So, I could kiss you right now and it would be the job’s fault.”


“Absolutely!” Cindy thumped the bar for emphasis.


Before she knew what happened, Emily’s lips descended on hers, and Cindy wasn’t sure if it was the effect of the liquor or the way Emily kisses, but she grabbed onto the other woman to keep from swaying. Her hands pulled at the loops of Emily’s jeans, drawing her in closer, until long fingers that had been caressing her neck and jaw finally slid into her red hair, tilting her perfectly so they could deepen the kiss.


After a few moments, Cindy pulled back, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’ve kissed girls before.”


Emily bit her lip, her voice deep with the desire that had been stirred, “You’d be right.”


Cindy leaned in to whisper, “And just think of all the wonderful things that could happen tonight that you could blame on your job.”


With a moan, Emily leaned her forehead against Cindy’s, visibily fighting to get herself back into control. It would be so easy to forget what they were really here for.


“But I can’t, not while we’re chasing this guy.”


“You want to though.”


Emily couldn’t bring herself to answer, so she settled for sending Cindy an obvious message with another long kiss.


“Take me home, Emily. As long as I’m with you, I’m safe. Just stay with me. You can chase bad guys tomorrow.” Cindy ran her fingers along Emily’s ribcage, just below her breast, not so subtly urging the profiler to be her personal bodyguard.


Emily realized with a bit of absurdity that she was seriously contemplating going home with Cindy. In all of her planning, she hadn’t seen being seduced by a fiesty redhead reporter as a potential scenario. She chuckled at the situation, “How did you peg me so easily? Are you sure you’re not a profiler?”


Cindy smiled, her nose wrinkling adorably, “No, I’m just a reporter, but that’s pretty close.”


Emily laughed and, making up her mind, she tugged the smaller hand in hers as she led them out of the bar.


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