calliopes_muse

Title: Nervous

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Emily/Jordan

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: none

Spoilers: 4x08, Masterpiece & 4x09, 52 Pickup

A/N: Shaych_03 put this in my head when she pointed out Emily’s “Do I make you nervous?” comment in “Masterpiece”. I HAD to use it in a fic. FYI, Emily & Jordan are a new crack pairing for me. So hot and SOOO gay!

A/N2:  I hate this title, but I couldn’t think of anything better. Sorry!

In silence, Emily pulled the SUV out of the bar’s parking lot. She glanced sideways at Jordan in the passenger seat, who was adjusting the air vents. They hadn’t spent much time together, but Emily already knew that Jordan was always cold, while Emily was always hot. 

Emily had felt drawn to Jordan the first day JJ introduced her to the team. Even then, she couldn’t help watching her as she walked away. She had an urge to look out for her and protect her, even though she knew there was no need for it. Jordan had come from counterterrorism. She wasn’t exactly wide-eyed and innocent, and for some reason, that particular thought sent Emily’s mind reeling. Jordan was as far removed from JJ as Emily could get. She was dark and mysterious, moody and determined with a sharp and wicked sense of humor. She reminded Emily a lot of herself actually. Jordan was also the new kid on the block and taking some shots from Hotch. Emily had been there before, and she had learned to dance delicately around the team.

She took a deep breath and fought to get her mind back on business. “You did a great job in there, Jordan.”

Jordan leaned back against the door, angling to look fully at Emily. Emily fought to look Jordan in the eye, the low cut black dress Jordan wore leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Not for the first time wondering if there wasn’t something to Viper’s comment about not being able to make eye contact with people you find attractive. She couldn’t seem to make it a few days ago in Jordan’s office, and without the distraction of Viper and the bar, she was having an even harder time now.

“Are you kidding? I’m surprised there was a stub left of him when you were done chewing him down!” Jordan laughed heartedly at the remembered shock on Viper’s face. “You’re one helluva woman, Emily Prentiss.”

Emily pulled to a stop at a red light, realizing she was smiling stupidly at the compliment. Jordan’s deep and sexy voice sending a warm feeling rushing through her body. She’ll never know what possessed her at that moment, but she turned a wicked smile on Jordan, practically leering. She had crossed this line once with JJ and while her head told her to stop, her heart and body weren’t cooperating.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Jordan.”

Jordan stopped laughing as Emily leaned in closer, smirking at the other agent’s obvious distress, “Do I make you nervous?” 

Jordan licked her lips, swallowing hard, “A little.”

“In a bad way?” Emily chuckled evilly as she caught Jordan glance down at her cleavage.

“Not at all.” That’s when Emily caught it, as Jordan looked back up to lock eyes with her.

“It seems Viper was right about one thing,” Jordan creased her brows at the mood-dampening name.

“What’s that, Emily?” Emily leaned in further, until their lips were almost touching.

“Apparently, our eyes do dilate when we find someone attractive. You’ve been giving yourself away all night.” Emily closed the space between them, falling in deep and then pulling back slowly to let her tongue tease Jordan’s lower lip, before tilting her head in the other direction to go back in for more.

A blaring car horn made Emily jump, breaking the mood, but not before she caught Jordan’s smirk and look of pure arousal.

“We’ll finish this later.” It was a statement of fact as obvious as the sun rising in the east. Emily knew this was going to happen.

It didn’t mean things weren’t awkward when they got back to the station. Small talk was always tough once attraction was admitted but not acted on. Emily would glance at her when she thought Jordan wasn’t looking, but Jordan seemed to have gotten herself back in control fairly quickly, melting Emily with a “take me now” smile. If Hotch hadn’t interrupted right then, Emily was sure she would have pinned Jordan against the lockers and undid the clothes Jordan had carefully put back on.

After the short flight, Emily hurriedly went to her car, caught in an internal debate, trying to convince her head to kick her heart’s ass. She had spent most of the flight back avoiding eye contact with Jordan, and cursing Viper. If he had never said anything about eye contact, the fact that she was avoiding it wouldn’t have even occurred to her. Resting her head against the cool metal of her car door, she didn’t notice the slender hand coming to rest next to her face.

“Perhaps I make you nervous, Emily.” Emily jumped and turned to face the dark eyes and sultry smirk.

“Perhaps,” Emily then flailed her hands about and shook her head at her own stupidity. A gorgeous woman was obviously interested in her, she had made a move on this same beautiful woman, and now she’s running. How crazy was that?! “I’m sorry. I’m acting stupid.” She took a deep breath and stepped closer to Jordan. “I want to do this….really.”

Jordan smiled that heart-stopping smile again, “Good. So do I. But…,” Emily held her breath, “let’s do it right.”

Emily quirked an eyebrow at her in amusement, “Oookaayyy.”

Jordan laughed at the unintended innuendo, “That’s not what I mean. Get your mind out of the gutter, Prentiss.”

Emily snapped her fingers, “Darn! But it’s so much fun in the gutter.”

Jordan brushed her fingers against Emily’s arm, her voice disarmingly low, “Don’t worry, we’ll get there eventually. First though, you have to take me out on a date. A real date.”

Emily quivered at the light touch against her skin and warm voice caressing the rest of her, “A date? Mmmm, I think I can handle that.”

“Pick me up at 7 tomorrow night?”

“7 it is.” Emily bit her lip as she watched Jordan walk away. “Damn!”

********

Emily picked a quiet Turkish restaurant on the edge of the city. It was small but intimate with low lighting and sultry Middle Eastern music playing softly in the background.

Her “gentlemanliness” had amused Jordan. She couldn’t help but smile at her over her cup of incredibly strong Turkish coffee remembering Emily pulling out her chair, opening not only the car door but the door to the restaurant, and now paying the check. She could get used to this kind of treatment.

“Tell me something, Emily,” Jordan put down her coffee and leaned over the table, allowing Emily an ample view of her breasts. She had deliberately worn one of her most revealing tops. She wouldn’t deny it. “Are you this cavalier in bed or is it every woman for herself?”

Emily flushed hot at the mere thought of what “every woman for herself” could entail. Answering much calmer and confidently than she felt, “Maybe it’s time we left and found out.”

In her haste, she didn’t forget her manners. She still managed to remember to open the car door and keep her eyes on the road when Jordan snaked her hand underneath the edge of Emily’s dress to caress the inside of her thigh. Truth be told, she didn’t remember much between the restaurant and her condo, but she had no problem remembering Jordan pushing her against the cold metal of the closed door, biting hard against her neck and taking advantage of her slightly shorter height to lick between her breasts.

“Jesus, Jordan! You’re not giving me much of a chance to be gallant, you know.”

Jordan leaned back, removing the thin spaghetti strap from Emily’s shoulder, “Maybe I don’t want gallant.”

Emily’s head thumped against the door as Jordan leaned in to kiss her naked shoulder, working her way slowly toward the crook of Emily’s neck.

“In that case, whatever the lady wants, the lady gets,” Emily then pushed off the door, backing Jordan into the couch and lifting her onto the back of it. Jordan’s legs automatically wrapped around Emily’s waist.

Emily teased her fingers along the inside of Jordan’s exposed thigh, the short dress riding up to give her easier access. The tips of her fingers felt the edge of Jordan’s silk panties and the dampness already evident. They both moaned at the light touch. 

Without a shred of awkwardness or embarrassment, they locked eyes. The only movement was Emily’s fingers inching higher. Emily wrapped one arm around Jordan’s waist to hold her in place as the other pushed aside the thin fabric, her fingers easily sliding into Jordan. Neither closed their eyes or looked away. Both relished the intimacy of the moment, feeling it in their bones, enjoying the rightness of it.

Eventually, Jordan tilted her hips slightly to give Emily better access and said one word, “Deeper.”

Emily complied and added an extra finger for good measure. This undid Jordan, her head falling back as Emily held her up. With long, slow strokes, Emily drove Jordan from deep moans of pleasure to quick gasps that begged for more. Jordan pulled up and wrapped her arms around Emily’s neck, holding on for dear life as her hips took on a life of their own, panting her need in Emily’s ear.

“Fuck me, Emily…oh God, harder…please!”

Emily shifted her hand so that her thumb grazed Jordan’s clit with each incoming stroke. She pumped hard and faster, until the muscles in her arm burned and she felt Jordan’s body tighten, the grip around her neck becoming impossibly tighter. Emily could have sworn that she came too when Jordan dug her nails into her back, making her hiss and bite down on Jordan’s shoulder.

There was no slowing down or waiting. Jordan unzipped Emily’s dress, pulling it up over her thighs and hips, forcing them apart. Emily ripped the dress up over her head and flung it heedlessly to the floor somewhere a few feet away. She kicked off her heels before helping Jordan off with her clothes.

“Why bother with taking them off now?” Jordan’s eyes danced with barely contained amusement.

Emily wrapped her arms back around Jordan’s waist, sighing at the contact of Jordan’s breasts on her own, “Because I wanted to feel you naked against me.”

“A beautiful and logical woman…I like that.” Then Jordan kissed her, letting their tongues dance and linger. Emily realized she was being teased and pulled away reluctantly.

“No teasing, Jordan. I don’t need nor do I want gallantry either. Not right now anyway.”

“I assume you have a bedroom?” Emily tilted her head at the stairs and took Jordan’s hand.

When they got there, the lights stayed off. Jordan came up behind Emily, running her hands along rounded hips and a firm ass.

“Do you want me to tell you what I thought the first time I met you?” Jordan placed kisses along Emily’s spine, before pushing aside her long hair to kiss along her neck. Emily didn’t answer. She didn’t need to.

“I thought that you had a beautiful smile and warm hands. I remember shaking your hand and for a brief moment I looked at our hands together and thought how perfect they looked together.” Jordan took one of Emily’s hands in her own, lifting it to her lips, kissing each digit softly. “Somehow I knew these hands would eventually touch me. I don’t know how I knew, I just felt it.”

Emily had every intention of responding, but when Jordan released her hand and she felt Jordan slip between her legs, words failed her. Emily let her fingers caress Jordan’s forearm, enjoying the warm rush spreading through her body.

Jordan walked around to stand in front of Emily, her hand never leaving the spot between Emily’s legs. “Do you want me to tell you something else, Emily?”

“Let me guess, you like to talk a lot during sex.”

“Funny, I was going to tell you what I was going to do to you, but since you don’t want to know…,” Jordan stopped all movement.

“No…no, no, tell me…please. Just…don’t stop, okay?”

Jordan smirked, loving having control over this beautiful creature, “I’m going to taste you, every inch of your luscious body. I’m going to put my fingers inside you and suck on your clit and then I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you cum in my mouth.”

Emily groaned, “Do you promise? Because I swear if you don’t get with it quickly, you’re going to miss your chance, especially if you keep talking dirty like that.”

“What the lady wants, the lady gets.” Jordan led Emily to the bed until Emily fell back against the covers. She then knelt in front of Emily’s spread legs, making good on her promise.

Title: Girl’s Night Out

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Emily/Jordan

Rating: NC-17

Summary: While hunting a serial killer, Emily gets some insight into Agent Jordan Todd.

Spoiler: Maybe a little for “Masterpiece” and the upcoming “52 Pickup.”

A/N: When I saw the interaction between these two in the last ep, my subtext brain went south quick with all the hot and dirty stuff that could go on between these two. I have no idea what’s going to happen in the next ep “52 Pickup,” but after seeing the promo, I thought this could be a fun scenario.

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Emily tried hard not to glare at the man standing next to Jordan at the bar. She had to play this role so they could draw out the unsub who had been targeting beautiful, well-to-do women. She may not like it, but for tonight, this was her job. She had to stay focused. She threw a 20 on the bar and order rounds for the three of them. Flaunting was part of her well-hidden breeding. She practically had a degree in it. The true talent was in making it look effortless. She had never quite mastered that, much to her mother’s dismay. Faking irritation at crappy come-ons in a bar was not in Emily Prentiss’ repertoire. 

“Girls Night Out, huh? Come on, I can’t believe two beautiful ladies such as yourselves are here all alone,” he smiled a slimy grin at Jordan.

“Is that your idea of a pick-up line?” Jordan spun in her chair, trying hard to hide the smirk forming at her lips. Ever since Emily had walked into her office a couple of weeks ago to “check up on her,” Jordan’s been finding herself subtly deferring to the dark-haired agent, reading her behavior and watching how she interacts with the group. Even now, she waited for Emily’s next move.

“Can you believe this guy, Jordan? Let me guess,” Emily rolled her shoulders back, raising herself to her full height, feeling the adrenaline of confrontation pump through her veins, “You’re one of those guys who thinks he’s God’s gift to women.”

The guy shot Emily a dirty look and chalked her up as a lose, but her friend hadn’t said a word so he thought all wasn’t lost yet. He put on his best charming smile and moved in a bit closer, effectively nudging Emily further away.

“Maybe I am. Would you like to find out?” Jordan raised an eyebrow, sat back slightly to take in the man with one long look. He was sure he felt the table tip in his favor. Jordan tilted her head and smirked.

“If you’re God’s gift to women, then God must have a sense of humor.” Emily bit her bottom lip to hold in the snicker. The guy got so red from embarrassment that he was practically purple.

He grabbed his drink from the bar, muttering as he walked off, “Fuckin’ dykes.”

Emily slid into the space he vacated next to Jordan, “What if he was our unsub?”

“If he was, he wouldn’t have stormed off. He’s far too calculating to let his anger get the best of him,” Emily nodded at Jordan’s assessment.

“Good point.”

Emily swirled the whiskey in her glass, mulling over the best way to ask Jordan about what has been on her mind.

“What’s on your mind, Emily?”

“What? Oh, nothing…really,” Jordan held her gaze for a long moment.

“Uh huh. Why don’t I believe that?”

Emily shrugged, “Because I’m a horrible liar?”

Emily turned fully to Jordan, biting her lip for courage, before diving headlong into the issue. She wasn’t sure if she really wanted the answer, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself from asking either.

“What’s going on between you and Derek?” Jordan sputtered in mid drink.

“What? Nothing! Why?” Emily stumbled, unprepared for that kind of retort and unable to get the words out.

“Well, um…,” Emily nervously tucked her hair behind her ear, unable to tear her eyes from the swirling mass in her glass, “you were kind of upset the other day and I had just seen Morgan in your office, then you came storming out of Hotch’s office and nearly took my head off when I not-so-subtly checked on you, but…by the end of the day, you and Morgan were joking and teasing each other. It just seemed kind of…something…um, I don’t know. Just forget I said anything.”

The whole time Jordan had been sitting there mouth open listening patiently while Emily babbled. Eventually, she smiled and then she started to laugh. Emily looked up at her confused.

Jordan finally got control of her laughter, “Oh…my…God. You think I have a thing for Morgan. That’s funny. Sad, but funny.”

Jordan took a moment to study Emily’s profile, the blush of embarrassment evident even in the dim lights of the bar. She exhaled a deep, cleansing breathe, bracing herself for the next comment.

“So, fair is fair, since we’re playing truth without the dare. What’s up with you and JJ?”

Emily’s head shot up, “Wha…? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Let’s just say, that when JJ was briefing me on the team, she gave tons of details about everyone’s life, interests, family. However, when she got to you, she got very…quiet. All I know about you is that you’re daughter to an ambassador. I could have Googled you and found that out. So, what’s the deal, Prentiss?”

Emily rubbed the space between her eyes, feeling suddenly very tired. She wasn’t sure if she was up to another round of avoidance. “Can I just take the dare?”

Jordan got up from her stool, bringing herself in closer to Emily’s personal space, “Maybe it is a dare. Maybe I’m daring you to tell me the truth.”

Emily closed her eyes, the low thump of the music keeping time with her heart. Maybe just this once, she needed to trust and let go. She had held it in for so long. 

She looked up into the persistent brown eyes that matched her own, swallowing around the lump in her throat, “JJ and I were…lovers. For a little while.”

Jordan nodded a little, urging her to say more, “It happened after Garcia was shot last year. She needed someone. I needed her. Now…”

“Now she’s a mom and soon-to-be wife.”

“Yeah,” Emily threw back the remainder of her whiskey in one large gulp.

“Damn, girl! How the hell did you not explode under that pressure?” At this, Emily heartily laughed, remembering the first time she had said these words.

“Oh, I just compartmentalize better than most.”

Jordan finished her drink and set the glass on the bar. She reached down to take Emily’s hand in her own, then tilted her head towards the dance floor, “Can you dance and compartmentalize at the same time?”

Emily let a slow smile of realization take over her, “Oh, I’m pretty skilled at a lot of things, Agent Todd.”

Jordan led her to the dance floor, turning as she entered an open space. She twirled Emily towards her, allowing her arm to effortlessly wrap around Emily’s waist. Her eyes mapped the features of Emily’s face, watching the shifting hues of reds, purples and greens dance like lovers across the planes of her face, before finally landing on deep, red lips.

She licked her lips instinctively, but held back, trying to read the woman in her arms.

When she looked up into Emily’s darkened eyes, something told her this wouldn’t end like all the others. Emily was different. Emily had a lot to lose too.

“You don’t have to compartmentalize with me, Emily. I won’t deny you.”

This time Emily fought the war, memorizing the small and unique parts of Jordan Todd. This close she could see the faint gold rings around the outside of her irises and a small scar over her right eyebrow. She gave in to the urge to touch it, letting her fingers trace down  a cheekbone until resting under Jordan’s chin. With the lightest of pressure, she lifted Jordan’s lips to her own. She tasted of cinnamon and the sharp tang of tequila.

Jordan wrapped both arms around Emily’s waist, as they swayed to their own music, letting the kiss slowly deepen. When they parted, several pairs of eyes watched them curiously.

Emily took Jordan’s hand in her own, “Ready to go?”

“Definitely.”

The trip back to the hotel was uncomfortably silent. Emily told herself this was nuts. The last thing she needed after JJ was another office romance or fling or whatever this was, but she felt a draw to Jordan that she couldn’t deny.

Emily could feel dark eyes turning to her occasionally, trying to bridge the gulf that suddenly separated them. Emily turned once to catch Jordan looking out the window, her chin in her hand, much like JJ used to do. She shook her head trying to rid her mind of the ghosts that would probably always haunt her.

Jordan never turned when she spoke, “I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking this is crazy. The last thing you need is for whatever that happened with JJ to happen all over again. I’ll be honest, Emily, I don’t know what this is between us, but I’m willing to take the chance. I’ll never be JJ to you, but I would like to try to be Jordan to you.”

Emily smiled. Finally, someone who got her.

“Just promise me one thing, Jordan.”

“What’s that?”

“That when we get to the hotel, that you won’t talk so much,” Jordan watched as Emily’s face went from mischievous to predatory, sending violent signals of desire throughout her body.

“Deal.”

They arrived at the hotel in record time thanks to Emily’s breaking of several major traffic laws. Thank goodness their rooms were close to the entrance; otherwise, they never would have made it into the room before breaking a couple of laws about lewd conduct in public.

Blouses and bras were quickly stripped as soon as the door closed behind them. Emily pushed Jordan hard against the door, tugging roughly at her hardened nipples. Jordan banged her head against the metal door, forgetting temporarily that she was made of flesh and bone. She worked frantically at her own belt buckle and zipper, trying to remove the restrictive clothing. All of her efforts were in vain. Every time she tried to accomplish something, Emily latched onto a nipple, making her forget what she was doing. Eventually, Emily tugged at the half undone pants, helping Jordan step out of them.

Emily stood up and took Jordan in a fierce kiss, their tongues dueling and fighting for dominance. She let her hands roam over warm skin and gentle curves, her eyes closed as her fingers mentally memorized Jordan’s body. Emily’s hand slid between Jordan’s legs, feeling the dampness greet her long before she reached her destination. Jordan put a hand on Emily’s shoulder bracing herself as Emily smoothly and quickly slid into her, first two fingers and then three. Jordan wrapped a leg around Emily’s waist to give her better access.

She wanted to tell her to go deeper, push harder, more fingers, but she kept her word to not talk. Instead she leaned back and looked into Emily’s eyes and with a few thrusts of her hips sent a message loud and clear to Emily. Emily leaned in, pushing harder and curling her fingers in just the right position. When Jordan’s body went rigid, she continued to stroke her until she felt the wetness tickling the back of her hand and wrist.

Emily placed kisses on Jordan’s shoulder, slowly working her way in, across her collarbone and up her neck. Gradually, Jordan’s breathing regulated and her eyes opened.

“Are you…?” Emily started, but Jordan placed a finger over her lips to stop her.

She walked Emily backwards until she reached the bed, causing Emily’s knees to buckle. Before she could prop up on her elbows, Jordan had her pants and underwear off and on the floor. She watched as Jordan wasted no time situating her head between Emily’s thighs, taking her breath away with the sudden sensation.   Emily pulled up a handful of blanket, riding out the waves that Jordan’s tongue caused. She closed her eyes tight, thrashing her head from side to side, as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her. She had little time to process what was going on before it was all over.

Jordan slid up over Emily’s body, kissing here and there along the way, before resting above her with a satisfied smirk, “You were saying?”
 

Title: The Unexpected, 3/?

Fandom: WMC/CM Crossover

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

Rating: Probably PG/PG-13 for right now. There will definitely be some NC-17 at some point, but I’ll forewarn you.

Disclaimer: Don’t own a damn thing except what’s in my head! If I did, I wouldn’t have to write these fics to fill in the blanks.

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

AN: All blame is on those who keep poking me.
AN2: Apologies for the delay in getting this out.  RL is kicking my ass and my muse seems to have run off with some other writer's muses.  Combined, it just makes for a bad situation.  I've been trying to say one written chapter on this story, but I feel so bad for not getting this out there that I had to post it without a follow-up finished right away.  I will do it though...I promise. 

CHAPTER 3

Cindy sat in the hard wooden chair, trying to make herself relax a little. While it may not have been an interrogation room, the effect was still the same, an effect only intensified by the intimidating presence of real honest-to-god FBI agents moving to sit down across from her.

“So, Ms. Thomas,” Hotch started, “tell us everything that’s happened in the last 24-48 hours.”

“Everything?” Cindy wasn’t too keen on telling them about her date Friday night and mentally tried to count back 48 hours to be sure she was in the clear.

Emily noted Cindy’s discomfort, “Just start with when you went to get your mail Saturday morning.”  

Cindy breathed an obvious sigh of relief and began recounting every moment between then and now for what felt like the 100^th time. Thirty minutes later, Cindy finally paused to take a breath.

Silence filled the room, except for a random scribble by Emily on the tenth page of her notepad. Tom and Lindsay had tired of pacing the room and now stood in opposite corners like prize fighters. Emily tapped her pen and braved the question that had been in the back of her mind.

“Ms. Thomas, have you had any altercations or strange incidents happen with anyone else lately?” Cindy furrowed her brow, thinking back to all of her recent interactions. There was another reporter at The Register that hated Cindy with a passion, mainly because Cindy stole a story out from under her while she was busy screwing her boyfriend’s brother. If you snooze, you lose. That was Cindy’s philosophy. Lately though, both had avoided each other at work and hadn’t spoken in almost a month.

She slowly shook her head, “No, not that I can think of.”

“It’s very important you try to remember. Is there anyone that’s crossed your path recently that seemed odd or out of place?  Anyone different hanging around your neighborhood?” Hotch worked to jog the memories loose from Cindy’s head.

“I’m sorry. I’m usually really observant. It comes with being a reporter, but I haven’t noticed anything.”

“Have you had anyone new move in to your apartment complex?”

“Well, there was this 72 year old guy with a cane, but I don’t see him as the angry, violent, threatening type.”

Everyone was quiet as they thought up new angles. Emily spoke first, “Ms. Thomas, have you recently broken up with anyone?”

Lindsay snapped her fingers, “That Jaime kid! I knew he was trouble!”

“I never dated him, Linz,” Cindy rubbed the spot between her eyes, tiring of trying to get Lindsay to accept this small fact.

“But he was kind of weird.”

“And that means I would date him?” Lindsay was taken back by the tinge of anger in Cindy’s voice.

“That’s not what I meant!”

“Then what did you mean?”

Tom jumped in before he had to roll out his secret stash of jello and wrestling oils, “Ladies, can we stick to the topic, please?”

Emily looked on at the two women, intrigued but slightly unnerved. She wanted to know more, but now wasn’t the time.

“Are you seeing anyone right now, Ms. Thomas?”

Cindy slumped back into her chair, the fight completely gone from her and a headache starting to thump in the back of her brain. The look of weariness in the agent’s eyes, softened her face into a smile, “My name’s Cindy. Please, you make me think my mother’s in the room every time you say ‘Ms. Thomas’. And the answer to your question is no. No one serious right now. Though I have been on some dates.”

“Would you mind providing the names of the guys you’ve recently dated?” Hotch asked.

“Ummm,” Cindy’s heart started racing, trying to think fast how to fudge this.

“Is there a problem?” Hotch pushed further, and Emily closed her eyes, having a feeling of what was coming.

“Um, it’s just, um,” Cindy uncharacteristically stumbled over her words. It was like someone has shoved a giant dirty gym sock in her mouth, making it impossible for her to function.

“It’s okay, Cindy,” Emily spoke softly to her, making frightened brown eyes look up at her. Cindy took a deep breath, noticing her shoulders were tightly scrunched up, and deliberately relaxed the muscles.

“It’s just that the names I could give you aren’t of guys.”

“What?” Lindsay stopped her pacing and stared at the top of the red head that refused to look up at her. Instead Cindy looked at the only place that felt safe at the moment…Emily.

Emily kept her eye contact with Cindy but spoke to Lindsay, “We think that whoever is committing these crimes is targeting members of the gay community, particularly lesbians.”

Lindsay was stumped for a moment as she let the information process, “So, does that mean? Cindy?”

Cindy slowly cut her sad eyes over to Lindsay, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

This wasn’t how she wanted Lindsay to find out. A single tear rolled down Cindy’s face as she watched everything she’d dreamed of and hoped for shatter before her eyes at the look of shock and disbelief on Lindsay’s tired face, the look breaking her more than words ever could.

Without another word, Lindsay quietly walked out and shut the door.

Title:  Safe in Your Arms

Fandom:  Criminal Minds

Pairing:  Emily/JJ

Rating:  Oh, this is most definitely an NC-17!!! 

A/N:  This is the result of talking to Sofia.  It’s all her fault.  So are any mistakes I make because I was hurrying to finish it for her.  Jeez, the things I do!!!

Emily rolled over feeling the tingle of soft warm skin against her breasts.  She was immediately alert but left her eyes closed.  With only her hands to picture the body beneath her, she slowly began to run her fingertips over a silky back, further down until it reached the dip above curvaceous hips.  She let out a quiet sigh, letting her hands wander freely.  She’d never thought she’d feel this way about anyone.  Even in her head right now, that sounded so cliché, but it was true.  Something clicked the moment she was introduced to Jennifer Jareau.  She knew her life would never be the same again, and it was going to be all because of JJ.

It took almost a year to even work up the nerve to ask her out, and at some point she’s sure she came close to fainting when she first dared to kiss JJ goodnight.  JJ was everything she wasn’t.  She was natural and earthy.  She was the sweet and gentle girl-next-door.  She drank beer from the bottle and ate pork rinds.  JJ was as different as all the other women Emily had known as night is to day.  She was a light in Emily’s darkness.  Something that cast off the ghosts of their hideous jobs with a smile.

Emily felt tears come to her eyes at the number of times she fell at JJ’s feet, crying from the pain another victim’s death left on her soul.  At one time, JJ had wondered how she dealt with it all.  JJ didn’t realize until the first time she broke down that Emily wasn’t nearly as strong as she looked.  Emily squeezed her eyes tighter forcing out the tears, then smiled at the image in her head of the small box sitting in the far back corner of her night table stand.  One day she was going to dare to ask the question, to make it all real and let the last of her walls crumble.

For now, she was content to wrap an arm around the slender waist in front of her and nudge aside the blonde hair to nibble at the base of JJ’s neck.  A shiver ran through her body as JJ started to stir, placing a hand over Emily’s and intertwining their fingers.  Emily slowly began to kiss down JJ’s back, loving the feel of her skin and a sweet scent that was anything she’d ever smelled before.  It was uniquely JJ and she’d know if all other senses failed her simply from the smell of her skin.  She memorized every texture and taste, reveling in the now soft moans coming from above her.  The fact that JJ was fully awake and not making any move to stop her caused a slow ache to start to build low and deep in Emily.

She worked her way lower, turning JJ fully onto her stomach, moving to caress both hips with her hands.  Emily then propped herself on both hands and grazed the tips of her nipples over JJ’s ass, causing the blonde to buck slightly at the sensation.  She let her long dark hair fall over her shoulders and dust JJ’s shoulders, making her squirm even more.

Even without words, she could tell JJ was getting closer to the edge.  JJ’s breathing had increased and her hips were starting to subtly push into the mattress below her.  Emily bent low and licked up the entire length of JJ’s spinal column, until she was pressed at her full length against JJ’s back.  She leaned over and nipped at JJ’s earlobe.

“You’re so beautiful, Jennifer.”

“Mmmm, Em,” JJ reached back and grabbed at Emily’s hip, trying to pull her tighter into her, “You feel so good.”

“I love you so, baby.”

JJ smirked, feeling playful and turned on, went along with their usual pre-sex banter, “Love you more.”

She rolled over to look into serious, almost frightened eyes.  She touched Emily’s cheek and felt the dampness.  “Baby?”

Emily nuzzled at the hand on her cheek, kissing JJ’s palm.  She knew her silence was scaring JJ, but Emily felt anything but scared at that moment.  Looking into the bright blue eyes of the woman she loved, she heard the proverbial hammer hit the last wall blocking her heart.  The tears came unhindered, but she smiled a genuine smile of joy.

“Oh Jennifer, you’re everything I’ve always dreamed of.  You fill all the darkness in me with light and life.  I imagine a future for the first time and I don’t imagine it alone.  You’re there.  Always there.  I never want to lose that.”

“You never will, Em.”

Emily smiled at the perfect opening, “Then prove it and marry me.”

JJ had sworn she’d just dreamed that last part, “What?”

“Jennifer Jareau, will you marry me?” It was JJ’s turn to cry as she put a hand to her mouth in a futile attempt to stop them.  She couldn’t make the words come out so she opted for the best way to answer by pulling Emily down to her and kissing her with as much depth and love as she felt.

Emily pulled away gasping, “I take it that’s a ‘yes’.”

JJ again answered by kissing her.  The flame that had been simmering as a rolling warmth between them flared to life when JJ’s tongue teased Emily’s lips apart.  Slowly tasting and memorizing each other’s mouths, turned quickly into a full-on assault.  JJ rolled Emily over onto her back never losing contact with Emily’s mouth.

Emily was usually in charge of their lovemaking, but today wasn’t a typical day and she felt the need to give herself completely to the woman who had been her refuge and safety so many times.  JJ felt something different in the brunette.  There was a yielding and softness in her face and body that she’d never experienced before.  It put JJ on uncertain ground, so she had to ask.

She leaned down, running her tongue along the underside of Emily’s ear, “What do you want, baby?”  Emily bit her lip wondering if she had the courage to voice her desire.

“I want you inside of me.  All of you.”

JJ felt her pulse quicken at the implication, followed by a surge of something else she couldn’t quite identify at Emily’s request.  She leaned back to look into normally confident eyes that were fighting the urge to look away or worse, bolt as fast as possible from the room.  JJ ran a finger over Emily’s soft lips.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

JJ smiled, “For trusting me this much.”

“Only you,” JJ sealed the admission in an act of faith by slowly kissing future wife.

JJ reached into the drawer of her side table and pulled out the tube.  She laid it next to Emily as she gradually worked kisses along the hollow of an alabaster neck.  Emily wrapped her fingers in blonde hair urging her down further.  JJ obliged taking a pert nipple into her mouth, making the brunette arch into JJ’s mouth.  She sucked gently at first, occasionally scraping her teeth along the tightened skin, then going back to suck harder taking Emily deep into her mouth.  Each time JJ sucked hard, Emily moaned a little louder.  JJ moved back and forth between Emily’s breasts and when her mouth wasn’t there, her hands were, keeping up the assault that she knew drove Emily crazy.

After endless minutes of delicious torture, JJ popped the flip top in the tube and squeezed some of the cool gel onto her fingertips, slowly rolling it around until it warmed up.  As she leaned down to take one of Emily’s breasts hard into her mouth, she simultaneously slipped three fingers into Emily, making her groan at the sensation overload.  Emily gripped at the sheets trying to hold herself down as JJ began to rhymically pump into her, a steady inward motion coinciding with each hard suck.

“Oh goddamn, that’s…oh fuck!” Emily began to push back as she became accustomed to JJ’s fingers.  JJ felt overwhelmed.  Hearing those words and feeling the tightness around her made JJ realize that this wasn’t only for Emily.  She needed this too.  Whatever this feeling was overtaking her, she needed it.  She leaned back on her heels, hunting with her free hand for the lube, squeezing more into her palm.  She worked a fourth finger in and leaned over Emily.

Emily was tensing and pushing up away from her, “Baby, look at me.”  Emily’s glassy eyes settled on JJ’s and she instantly relaxed. “That’s right.  Relax, take a deep breath.”  JJ leaned over and placed a soft, almost chaste, kiss on Emily’s lips.  Emily relaxed even further and JJ felt the muscles respond, no longer pushing against her, but enveloping her.  JJ tucked her thumb into her palm, giving a gentle push while slowly curling her fingers inward. 

“Take one more deep breath.”  As Emily let out the breath she was holding, her eyes never leaving the blue ones of the woman she trusted with her life and her body, JJ gave one final push until the muscles gave way to her knuckles.

Emily threw her head back letting out an animalistic growl.  JJ joined in with one of her own, “Oh god, Emily.  Oh yeah.”

JJ began a slow, smooth movement, barely visible but deeply felt by both women.  Emily’s wild eyes, searched for JJ’s, “Jennifer, look at me.”

Without warning, JJ sensed the tightening and convulsing of muscles around her hand and the tensing of Emily’s body.  Fresh tears rolled from Emily’s eyes as she gave her body and her heart over to JJ.  Feeling the complete peace that comes with trust.

Hours later, JJ awoke, curled up in the safety of Emily’s arms.  She smiled and physically tried to restrain her need for a happy dance as she watched the sunlight sparkle off the diamond on her left hand.  Mrs. Emily Prentiss.  Now that’s something she could definitely get used to.

Title:  The Unexpected, 1/?

Fandom:  WMC/CM Crossover

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

Rating: Probably PG/PG-13 for right now.  There will definitely be some NC-17 at some point, but I’ll forewarn you.

Disclaimer:  Don’t own a damn thing except what’s in my head!  If I did, I wouldn’t have to write these fics to fill in the blanks.

Warnings:  Can’t think of any, except this is un-beta’d.  All mistakes are mine.

AN:  This idea just popped into my head and wouldn’t leave so I had to start writing it down.  I rarely write chapter-by-chapter, but after a little poking from someone who won’t be mentioned, I caved and decided to do this.  We’ll see where it goes.

CHAPTER 1

“I’m coming!  I’m coming!”  Lindsay cursed as she stubbed her toe on the table in the hallway.  “Whoever’s waking me up at this god awful hour better have a damn good rea…,” her words trailed off when she jerked the door open to find a red-eyed Cindy standing in her doorway.

She reached for the petite redhead to urge her inside, “Cindy?  What’s wrong?  What happened?”

Wordlessly and with shaking hands, Cindy handed over the tear-stained letter she found in her mailbox.  In large box letters was one word:  yellow. 

Lindsay’s face flashed quickly from confused to scared and finally to angry, “Son of a bitch!  When I find this asshole, I’m gonna…”  Her words trailed off when she noticed Cindy’s face in her hands, her shoulders shaking.  “Hey, come here.”  She wrapped her long arms around Cindy protectively.  The shock was finally hitting home.  Cindy was next on the killer’s list.

For the past six months, Lindsay and Jacobi had been working on a case that had produced no leads.  Two women had been killed in the last two months.  Prior to the start of the killings, each month like clockwork on the first of the month, a letter was sent to the local TV stations announcing the killer’s plans.  Each letter was more angry, detailed in its prospective brutality, and hate-filled than the last.  Then on the first day of the month, two months ago, a letter arrived at not only the local stations, but also at homicide, clearly outlining how the first woman would die before the end of the month.

At first, Lindsay had thought it was just some crazy looking for attention.  Why else send letters to the stations?  But, when the first woman showed up under the Golden Gate with her throat slit and every finger cut off, she knew this was for real.  When they searched her apartment, they found a letter open on the dining room table with nothing on it but the block letters that said: red.

The second woman was found in a similar way, throat slit, but this time her tongue was cut out.  In her apartment, a lone letter was found on a table that said:  orange.  Yesterday, letters had arrived as expected with details on the third kill.  This time the killer planned to remove the woman’s reproductive organs.  Claire had found through her autopsies that both women had been tortured before finally being mercifully killed.

Lindsay squeezed the shaking woman in her arms.  Something had to be done.  This had gone too far and hit too close to home.  Still holding Cindy, she reached for the cell phone on her hall table and hit the speed dial.

“Tom, we have a problem.”

********

“Two women have been brutally killed in San Francisco, apparently by the same person,” JJ clicked through the crime scene images as the rest of the team followed along or read through the files.

“What makes the SFPD think this is the same perp?”  Morgan, always the devil’s advocate, had his usual doubts.

The blonde sighed, “Letters, in the same type of lettering, were sent to both victims prior to the murders.  The local TV stations were notified by the killer in the same style each time.  And, the killing blow for each victim was a clean slice to the neck.  However, each was tortured prior to their death.”

Emily stated the obvious next question, “It seems pretty clear that the perp is the same, but why these women?  What ties them all together?  From what I can tell, neither of them look anything alike, they didn’t work in the same type of job or live in the same neighborhood.  As far as I can tell, none of them have anything in common.”

JJ smiled at the brunette, “True, and the SFPD hasn’t been able to identify any connection yet except that they both lived in San Fran.  However, the killer has a consistent pattern and that is that he likes to telegraph his next kill.  He not only lets the police and the media know his plans, apparently he likes to start terrorizing these women long before he kidnaps them.  In fact, he’s already contacted the third potential victim.”

All heads in the room jerked up at the news, “Yesterday, Cindy Thomas, ironically, a local crime reporter, received a letter with nothing else on it but the word:  yellow.  Being that she works the crime desk, she knows the lead homicide detective on the case…a one,” the blonde looked down at her notes, “Lindsay Boxer.  Ms. Thomas went immediately to Detective Boxer with the information and that’s where we came in.”

After a few thoughtful moments while the team processed the information, Hotch addressed the group, “Wheels up in 30.  Let’s stop this guy before he covers all the colors of the rainbow.”

*******

Forty minutes later, the BAU team was leaving Quantico.  Emily sat in the back, looking intensely over her notes and the files she had spread out around her.  She listened half-heartedly to the statements and comments around her.  Reid was throwing out tidbits of facts on serial killers, while Morgan deflected each saying that the one they’re after could be an exception to the rule.  JJ was at the front of the plane on her cell lining up details with a guy named Tom.

Emily, on the other hand, was trying desperately to focus on the papers in front of her.  Hotch’s flippant comment drove home the possibility of what they could be heading into in San Francisco.  Saying something could have the consequence of outing Emily to the team, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for that.  But her conscience and her duty to the job wouldn’t very well allow her to keep quiet either.  Perhaps trying a subtle approach would work.

“What do we know about the two victim’s personal lives?”  Emily called from the back of the plane.  “Boyfriends?”  She paused and shrugged, as if it would be an afterthought.  “Girlfriends?”  She looked at JJ, but the blonde was staring a hole in the side of the plane.

“Neither seemed to be involved with anyone,” Hotch stood with a file in his hand, flipping through the pages.

“Whatcha thinking, Prentiss?”  Morgan chimed in.

“Well, consider several facts:  the vics have no obvious connection to each other, there’s no physical or racial resemblance – first vic was black, the second Asian, they’re all from the same city, but not same part of the city, a city, I might add, that is infamous for one thing in particular, and finally, the choice and order of colors the killer sends on the letters – red, orange, and the next one…yellow.  If my guess is right, the next colors to follow would be green, blue, and purple.  The colors of the rainbow.” 

Morgan chuckled, “Are you saying this guy has a Skittle obsession?”

Garcia swatted Morgan on the arm, while the rest of the team looked on blankly, “No.  This is San Francisco, a gay mecca, and the rainbow is a symbol of gay pride and identity.  I think our victims were gay or at least bisexual.”