The Long Haul - Jemily

The Dream - Emily POV

My lips part in anticipation, as delicate fingers curl around my neck. A soft moan escapes as I tilt my head back...

The grating buzz of my phone vibrating on my wooden nightstand pulls me suddenly from my dream. For the third night in a row this dream has consumed me, this faceless object of my desire clouding my sense of reality. I check my phone to see a missed call from Hotch. I quickly brush through my short dark hair, and pull on some clothes. I drive to the BAU for the first time this week, grateful for a distraction.

I sit down at my desk, just as Hotch motions for us to begin. JJ walks in with a case file, and I feel heat rising in my cheeks. I can't place why, but suddenly I'm paying attention to her every move. The way her lips curl as she presents a gruesome detail, the way she brushes her hair back when it gets in her face, the way she-
"Wheels up in 30," Hotch declares. I've let my mind wander. This isn't like me. I quickly exit the room, hoping the case will allow me to put these strange new feelings on hold.

I get to the plane second, and sit down across from Hotch. I immediately plunge into the case file, as I didn't retain much from the briefing. I catch a whiff of perfume and a flash of blonde hair in my peripheral vision. JJ's arm brushes against mine as she sits down. My heart leaps into my throat, every beat resounding in my ears. I look over to her, sure she can hear it. She appears unbothered, engaged in her list of relatives and friends she will have to speak to. I continue to assess my case file, as my eyes slowly blink closed.

Delicate fingers curl around my neck. My lips part, and this time someone leans to meet them. I open my eyes as our lips meet, only to see JJ's blue eyes.

I wake up as the plane touches down, and immediately felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment. I feel my stomach clench as I rise. I don't want to face the reality. I'm not... I can't be. I don't know that it was JJ in my other dreams. Surely it was just influenced by my sitting next to her. I resolve to sit next to Morgan on the way home.

We gather at the Detroit PD, and Hotch begins assigning tasks.
"Morgan, Prentiss, you guys check out the first dump site, try and build a geographical profile," he commands. I sigh with relief. This will keep me busy, and away from JJ.

I hop out of the SUV in the alleyway, and circle around the front to meet Morgan and the detective who came with us.
"So where exactly was the body found?" I ask.
The detective leads us over to a trash covered area, and directs us to a blood spattered section of wall.
"It appears the unsub killed the victim in this spot," says Morgan "Prentiss, what did the ME say about the wounds?"
"The wounds indicate a quick death, one shot to the head, five post-mortem stab wounds. No sign of sexual assault," I reply.
"And the victim's occupation?"
"A bank teller, she was just 25. From a well-off family, I can't imagine she was out here on her own accord."
"Call JJ," Morgan says, I feel my heartbeat quicken at the mention of her name. "Ask her what she found out from the family. They must have met at some point." I grimace and nod, pulling out my cellphone. I'm conscious of every breath as my finger hovers over her contact. I press down, and hear the phone dial. She picks up immediately, and launches into the information. Thankfully Morgan and the detective were listening, because I wasn't processing a word.

We gathered back at the Detroit PD to release a profile. JJ steps out in front, her blond hair shining in the- No. Stop it Emily.
"The unsub is a white male, 20-30, with social issues. He has a difficult time talking to women, and any sign of rejection will set him off." She retreats, and turns to me. Heart racing, I pick up where she left off.
"He finds his victims while running errands, and any perceived slight angers him to the point of murder."
"He waits for them to get off work, and abducts them, meaning he likely has his own mode of transportation, something easily overlooked," Morgan continues. "He takes them to a dumpster to kill them, this likely reflects how he is able to commit these murders. He views the women as trash."
"He doesn't have a set pattern," begins Hotch, "and he may strike at any moment. Be on the look out. Thank you." The officers begin milling about, as Morgan recieves a call from Garcia.
" Hey, baby girl, what have you got for me?"
"I was able to obtain the footage from the bank, and found a man named Chris Keaton who appeared at all three victim's jobs. Guys, I think that's your unsub. Sending you an address now."
"Thanks baby girl." Garcia purrs and hangs up.

We hop into the SUVs and race to his house. Guns drawn, we approach the door. It's unlocked, so we enter. My eyes wander to JJ, with her hair drawn back and her gun out, she looks so fierce. My God is she beautiful.
"WE HAVE A RUNNER!" Morgan shouts, and we race out the front door. I stand next to JJ as we watch Morgan tackle and handcuff the guy. He is loaded into a police cruiser, and we head back to the plane.

As planned I sit next to Morgan. JJ is not within my line of vision. I find I'm disappointed, but grateful. I put on my headphones and go to sleep.

Delicate fingers curl tighter around my neck, as the sweet smell of JJ's perfume fills my nose. I can feel the heat from her body, and I reach up and pull her closer. She straddles me, kissing my neck as I pull off her top.

And once again I wake up. Fuck. This is unavoidable. I have to have her.