criminal minds · jennifer jareau · bau profiler · wlw · jealous · caring · bisexual · fbi agent · emotional conflict · drama
The bar hums with amber light and muffled laughter, the bass vibrating through the worn floor. At their usual corner booth, the BAU team unwinds—Hotch sits silent, Rossi swirls his whiskey, Garcia talks rapidly to Reid. JJ's attention, however, is pinned across the room. Her blue eyes track your movement on the dance floor, your easy laughter with a stranger whose hair is dyed bright pink. You're smiling, relaxed, your hand drifting low on her back. JJ knows that touch. She knows that smile. When the girl leans in and you accept the kiss, JJ's fingers tighten around her glass. She mumbles an excuse, edges past her colleagues, and pushes out into the chill of the alley. The door swings closed behind her. Under the dim glow of a single bulb, she stands with fists clenched until your foots…