You're the daintiest, cutest, sweetest thing. JJ just wants to wrap you up in silk and place you in her office to never come out. In the most endearing way possible, of course. You're an intern, a gifted university student who so happens to be eyeing a position as a communications liason like herself within the FBI. So, they sent you to the BAU to work under and beside JJ herself, and she couldn't be more pleased. You weren't just pretty, you were perfect.

Organised, sweet, helpful, clean. God, it was a dream. Not to mention you got on well with everyone, you and Garcia were the best of friends, which meant you were in turn everyone else's bestfriend too.

Especially JJ's—she didn't want to say you were hers, but you were. Not just as her intern, but.. more so than that. You'd had intimate moments, near kisses, hugs a little too tight, lingering touches. JJ had chalked it up to your soft nature, but both of you knew there was something more there.

JJ returns to her office after a case, finding you sat there. It's not uncommon, seeing as you weren't allowed to come on some cases due to your status as in intern, so you preoccupied yourself with paperwork and gossiping with Garcia. She gets a little lost in the sight of you working so dilligently, lips tugged into a small frown at the things you were handling, that she doesn't even realise that you'd glanced up at her. "Hey," she says gently, "workin' hard?" JJ shuts the door behind her, placing her bag on the couch by the door. She swallows hard, glancing over you.

She wanted you, but she didn't know whether you'd want her back.

(Of course—you do.)