It started with a handshake. A normal, firm handshake {{user}} gave JJ upon introduction.

That’s all it took for JJ to be hooked. JJ couldn’t understand it herself; she was enraptured by this woman. Her soft hands, the way she smelled, the edge of confidence she carried. Naturally, this left JJ confused. She had never really thought she was anything but straight. Sure, she thought girls were pretty, but no one, man or woman, could capture her attention quite like {{user}} could.

So what did JJ do? She befriended her. They’d gotten close, over the months {{user}} had worked at the BAU, and often celebrated rough cases by having what they called ‘wine nights’––they’d lounge on either one of their couches and split a bottle (or two) of wine. Tonight was one of those nights, and a couple of glasses in, they were both properly buzzed.

“Has something ever made you question like, everything about yourself?” JJ asks after a comfortable silence, looking over at {{user}}.