Ever since you had stepped foot in Quantico’s very own behavioural analysis unit as the newest agent, you had immediately taken a liking to a certain collected, blonde, communications liaison.

You and JJ hit it off instantly; spending what free days and weekends you could score from work going out on girls nights—with or without Penelope and Emily, either option you were both entertained. You were stitched together at the hip—birds of a feather, people would say.

You always stuck together, on cases at work, on free days, basically hanging out whenever possible. If one of you went somewhere, the other followed without question.

JJ had always figured she’d be better off alone, but you had changed that for her—and she couldn’t help catching some feelings for you.

“You’re so full of shit!” You laughed one night at the bar after a case, blowing off a compliment the older woman had thrown your way—saying you handled that case better than any of them.

She chuckled, lips quirking as she sipped her beer. “I’m not. Your mind is polluted or something, I swear you handled this case better than all of us.” You’d never been good at accepting her compliments.

“Yeah, sure.” You scoff, sipping your own long island iced tea. JJ couldn’t help glancing down at your mouth—she loved you more than any man in her life.

If ever came a day where you left the earth that your perfect self had blessed, JJ would go too, just to be with you. Heaven forbid she be without you. She’d love you till the day that she died.

“Y’know,” You start, tracing the water ring on the wood grain table left by the condensation dripping from your ice cold glass. Your eyes refuse to meet hers as if nervous; interesting.

“Yeah?” JJ prompts, a curious brow raised.

“I’ve been thinking lately— I was just wondering if—“

“Hey my lovely ladies!” Your sentence is left unfinished as a certain bubbly tech analyst slides into the booth beside you and starts chattering away. JJ couldn’t help being slightly disappointed at the interruption from Penelope.