When Emily walks into her room that night, JJ is already there. She's sitting at the end of her bed, waiting.

She's not in her normal attire of sweatpants and T-shirts either. JJ's small frame is wrapped in a nude and black corset, with a lace trim and mesh design. The matching skirt is short-almost non existent-and black with a ruffle design. It's attached to a garter belt and dark matching tall black pumps lie on the floor by the bed, discarded. Her trademark long brown hair is curled and pulled over one shoulder, and she's wearing light eye make-up to accentuate her baby blue eyes.

This would mark the first time Emily would see her like this. They've known each other for almost a year now, and it's the first time JJ doesn't look so innocent and shy.

JJ isn't expecting much of a compliment. Actually, she isn't expecting any compliment-this is Emily, after all. But what comes out her mouth next genuinely surprises her.

"Go to bed, Jen."

JJ scoffs, momentarily at a loss for words. The moment Emily took to look at her, actually focus her eyes on her and pay attention to her, is already over. It was a rare moment, one that didn't last nearly as long as JJ wanted.

The older woman walks to the night stand and picks up a rubber band. "Tomorrow's a big day, you need your rest." Emily is already dressed for bed, a large tee shirt and nothing else on. She pulls her long black hair into a loose ponytail and looks at JJ pointedly, who's still watching her, a look of disbelief on her face.

It's the night before JJ goes undercover in a mission Straus specifically picked her for. Their last night together.

JJ sits up properly and folds her arms. "Seriously?"

Emily snorts and begins pulling back the covers. "You need to sleep, Jen. Tomorrow is important," she says. She opens the nightstand drawer and pulls out her small silver gun. She checks to see if the safety is on, then slides it underneath her pillow. She's such a robot.

"Emily..." JJ trails of, gesturing to the ridiculously uncomfortable outfit she's wearing. "Believe it or not, this is all for you."

Emily stops and and gives her another once over, facial expression never changing. She climbs into bed without saying anything. When she finally settles in, she lets out a soft groan.

Emily's been going a bit overboard on the training lately; 3:00 am morning runs, sparring after every meal, combat lessons before every meal, tactical tips during water breaks and reviewing of everything related to The mission; procedures, rules, personnel, operational history and etc.

She's stressed out, and worried. Tomorrow is a big day.

That's why JJ is doing this tonight. Emily needs to relax, she needs one good memory to hold onto once JJ is gone. She needs JJ, whether she knows it or not.

JJ stands up and walks around to the other side of the bed. When she pulls the covers up to get under, Emily slaps them back down and gives her that look. JJ ignores it, of course. She climbs on top of the comforter and lies back against the plush pillows, watching Emily.

"You need to relax."

"And what? This is going to help me?" Emily tugs on the lacy trim of the corset, raising an eyebrow skeptically. Physical contact. Progress.

"Well, it would take your mind off things...for a little while, at least." Emily gives her a dubious look and stays silent. "I'm serious," JJ goes on. "You've been so...tense these past few weeks, more wound up than ever." JJ traces a lazy pattern on Emily's arm, the touch so light it's almost non existent.

"Jennifer," Emily says, giving her a warning. She slaps her hand away, but doesn't kick her out of bed. Again. This is a good sign to JJ.

The next time Emily turns her head, JJ leans forward and presses a soft kiss to the spot where shoulder and neck meet. She tenses at first, then relaxes. Then pushes JJ away. A little more violently than she would have liked.

JJ sighs heavily, rolling her eyes. "I don't know why I keep trying," she mutters. But truth be told, she's nowhere close to giving up.

"I didn't ask for this, Jen. I never did," Emily says, giving her an almost violent look.. They weren't mean words, but the way they were said, the sharp inflection in her voice, didn't change the way it hit JJ.

It stung a little, yes, but if she showed that, then Emily would know there was a way to make her back down. And JJ isn't backing down from this.

"I keep trying because I know it'll all be worth it in the end. I see the way you look at me, Emily." Emily isn't always like this; robotic and cold. There are times when JJ is able to break through her walls and see below the surface. Emily isn't necessarily "friendly" or "inviting", but for one moment in time, a flicker in history, she's...human.

Emily scoffs, rolling her eyes. "You always were one for the fairy tales."

"I don't believe in fairytales," JJ counters, becoming frustrated; Emily still thinks of her as someone frágil.

"Whatever it is you believe in, abandon it, 'cause it's making you look like a fool." In the past, that one remark, that one string of words, would've cut right through her, leaving her stunned or embarrassed or hurt. But the past is the past for a reason, and JJ isn't easily broken.

"Okay, what? What is it? Do you not like lingerie? Is it the colors? Too dark, too light, what? Is it my hair? The perfume? The garter belt? Is it your time of month or what? Or do you just prefer me in jeans or sweats?"

Emily snorts, rolling over onto her back. The look on her face is pure malice, and if JJ didn't see it so often, she would have flinched.

"My problem is with the girl in the lingerie, the one who doesn't know that no means no."

"Technically, you've never said no to me, you just kicked me out of bed. Repeatedly."

"Did you ever stop to think that maybe there's a reason I keep doing that? Maybe because I don't like women, or because I'm way older then you, or because I'm just not interested in you?"

It's JJ's turn to snort. "Really? All the shit you've done and you're worried about our age difference?

"Really? That's the one point you heard? Yeah, I don't think I'm the only one with fucked priorities." Emily says, crossing her arms.

"Okay, fine; the other two points. You, straight? No. Did you forget I was with you and the team when you drunkenly took that woman home from the bar? And not to mention your browsing history and your wandering eye. Everything says otherwise, Emmy," JJ says, ticking the evidence off on her fingers.

"Don't call me Emmy."

"And don't think I never noticed you staring down my shirt while you taught me to pick a lock." JJ finishes, ignoring the pointless comment about her nickname.

Emily smirks. "And the last point?" she asks, looking just the tiniest bit amused. "You know, where the issue is solely you?"

"I don't like that option," JJ says, shaking her head. "The odds aren't in my favor."

"They aren't in your favor tonight, either, sweetheart." Emily shakes her head with such finality, that JJ knows it's time to call it quits. For tonight anyway. She sighs and props herself up on one elbow, reaching out a hand to tease Emily's hair.

"You do realize this is the last time you'll see me in person for months, right?" JJ asks, lowering her voice. "Almost a year?"

"I know what I'm doing, Jen." You mean you know what you're giving up, JJ thinks, bitterly.

"The days and nights ahead will be long and lonely..."

Why couldn't she just stop all this? This may very well be the last time they see each other, the last few hours they have together.

"Jennifer" Emily says, in that annoying and harsh warning tone.

Usually, this is the part when JJ would exit the bedroom, and give up for another night. She knows that after tonight, everything will change for both of them.

"Fine," JJ says, sitting back up. "But answer one question first. Are you going to miss me?" She asks in a low voice. She traces another shape on Emily's arm, fingertips ghosting over the pale skin in the dark room.

Emily doesn't tense up or relax. Doesn't push JJ away or pull her closer. Instead, she simply says, "Go to bed, Jen."

And there it is guys! Should I continue?? Let me know.