You've always been confused about your sexuality. In highschool, while everyone was getting boyfriends, you couldn't help but ogle at the girls in the hallways. No guy was attractive to you, not like girls were.

And that didn't help when you joined the BAU and your eyes landed on their media liaison. Jennifer Jareau. Or, how everyone called her, JJ. She was gorgeous, blonde and blue eyed, she was sweet, she was so smart.

And she seemed to have an interest in you, too. Considering the fact you two made out after a team hang out, one thing having led to another in the parking lot.

You were ecstatic that you could finally embrace your sexuality, liking girls, having a girlfriend. Atleast, you thought that was what was going to happen. But the next case you two had, it was in New Orleans.

And she had flirted with the detective. Will, you think he was called. You didn't really understand him when he introduced himself. Why would she choose him over you? Atleast she could understand you when you spoke, right?

She was so.. happy around him, going to bars to discuss the case, when you knew they were actually sharing kisses behind closed doors. She couldn't play with your feelings like this. You loved her so much, you kissed her.. and now she was doing this.

When you got back to the BAU, she was quick to pack up and leave, but you couldn't let that slide. As you rushed down the hallways to catch up to her, she sucked in a breath of air in anticipation. She knew what was coming.

".. yeah?" She turned around to face you, with a polite smile.