A/N: Okay, over the past few weeks, I have become obsessed with this paring, so I thought I'd try writing something for them. This chapter is on the short side, but it's just sort of an introduction to what's going on. Please R&R.

"Don't do this. Please, don't do this to me."

It took everything in me to hold the tears back. I knew this day would come eventually, and I'd tried to prepare myself, but there was no preparing myself for this. JJ was here, at my apartment telling me that it was over.

"This has to end, Emily. I can't keep doing this to him."

Him. Will LaMontagne. I hated him. He had the one thing I wanted more than anything else...he had JJ. How that mumbling excuse for a man had convinced JJ she wanted to be with him was beyond me, but he had. JJ kept talking. "I've already hurt him enough."

"What about me?" I asked. "What about how much this is tearing me apart?"

JJ looked at the ground. "You aren't making this easy for me, Em."

I was shocked. "Oh, I'm sorry that I'm making this difficult for you. I guess I should be more accommodating while you rip my heart out!"

"I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I'm sorry."

"Don't. Don't say you're sorry."

"But I am. I never meant for us to go this far."

"That's what you're sorry about?" I asked angrily. "You're sorry that we got this far? So, you're not sorry that you've played me? You're not sorry that you made me believe that you loved me? You're just sorry that you didn't stop this before we started fucking?!"

JJ flinched, and I immediately wanted to apologize for yelling at her, but I was too angry. I was waging war within myself. Half of me wanted to console her and tell her I understood. Half of me just wanted to throw her out for everything she had put me through. I was fighting so hard to let my latter half win.

"That's not what I meant, Em, I just-"

"Stop doing that!" I yelled.

"Doing what?"

"Stop calling me Em!" I could feel the tears start to form in my eyes, so I turned away from her. ""You don't get to call me that anymore." I was starting to sound like a pouty little kid.

"Emily, I didn't mean to hurt you, but I can't hurt Will. He's given up everything for me. He gave up his job and his home."

"That doesn't mean you have to give everything up for him. It's not fair to you, JJ." I heard her step closer to me, and I turned around to face her. "Just tell me one thing."

"Okay," JJ said.

"Do you love him?" I asked. "Does he really make you happy? Do you spend all day thinking about him?"

She looked at the ground. "He's been good to me."

"That's not what I asked, JJ."

She looked at the ground, and I knew I had my answer.

"That doesn't change anything, Emily," she said. "I promised him I'd be with him."

"You don't have to give your life to him just because you promised. Things were different when you first met him. You didn't know how I felt."

"Exactly, Emily." JJ's eyes shot up to my face. I couldn't quite read the expression on her face, but it looked a lot like anger. "You didn't tell me how you felt until it was too late. I was already with Will. You had plenty of time to tell me, but you didn't."

"Wait a minute," I cut in. "Are you seriously blaming this on me right now?" No, that couldn't be it. This wasn't my fault. This wasn't anybody's fault. You love who you love.

"Well, it's not my fault that you didn't tell me before! Face it, you wouldn't have said anything if it weren't for Will coming into my life!"

"I was afraid you'd hate me!" I yelled back at her. "I was terrified of losing you!"

"So why did you tell me at all?"

"Because I felt you pull away as soon as the two of you got together. I figured I was either going to tell you and lose you because you thought I was sick or something, or I would lose you to him."

JJ got quiet. "You weren't losing me to him," she finally said.

"Really? Before you two got together, we used to be together all the time. Even when you were in other relationships, you'd make time for me. Then, Will comes along, and it's like I don't exist." I took a deep breath. "I know he doesn't like me. I figure that he's been telling you not to talk to me anymore, and that's sad. The real JJ wouldn't let some guy tell her who and who not to talk to. That's not who you really are."

"You have no idea who I am," she said, snapping at me. "Just because we fucked doesn't mean that you know me."

I saw her put her hand over her mouth. I knew she didn't mean it, and I knew that she regretted saying it as soon as it came out of her mouth, but it hurt me all the same.

"Wow, that's stooping to a new low," I said.

"I didn't mean that, Emily. I'm so sorry."

"I don't really care if you're sorry, Jennifer." I looked her straight in the eye and gave her the most pissed off face I could muster. I'd rather her see me pissed off than hurting.

"You don't get to call me that anymore," she said, turning her defenses back on.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"If I can't call you Em, then you can't call me Jennifer."

I shook my head. "Okay, I'm glad we've both handled this situation with maturity and grace. I think this conversation is over. You can leave now."

"Wait," she said. "I didn't mean for this conversation to go this way. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry I'm doing this to you. I didn't play you. I meant every word that I ever said to you, but this isn't right."

"No, this is right. The only thing that's wrong is letting Will get in between us."

"But that's just the thing, Emily. Will didn't get between us. Will and I got together first. He moved out here and made me the focus of his life before you and I ever did anything." She took a step closer to me. "I can't leave him, Emily. I just can't."

I looked into her eyes, and I knew the truth. I knew she loved me and that she wanted more than anything to be with me. I knew she hadn't just strung me along to get rid of some sexual frustration. She hadn't lied when she'd said she meant everything she'd told me. I could also see that she wasn't going to leave Will. Jennifer Jareau never broke a promise. Usually, I found that a remarkable aspect of her character, but right at that moment, it was the part of her that I hated the most.

I took in a deep breath and continued to hold back the tears I knew so desperately wanted to escape from my eyes. "I don't want us to be cold and distant."

"I don't want that either. I want us to be friends like we were before."

"We can never be friends like we were before," I said. I saw JJ's face drop. "But we can still be friends."

Her face brightened a little. "Really?"

No. "Yeah, I think we could be."

JJ pulled me into a hug, and I felt one tear roll down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away as she pulled away from me before she could notice it was there.

"You are the most amazing person I've ever met, Emily Prentiss."

I chuckled humorlessly. "Thanks, I guess."

"I'm gonna go. Will's probably waiting for me at the house." I looked away from her. I wasn't going to cry. I couldn't cry in front of her. I heard her smack herself on the forehead. "Wow, I'm really a fucking idiot. Sometimes I should just not open my big fat mouth."

I laughed sadly. "Yeah. How you stand in front of a crowd of reporters and speak so well is beyond me."

She smiled. "I'm gonna go now, okay?" I just nodded in reply. "Goodnight, Em," she said, placing a kiss on my cheek. I so badly wanted to pull her into a hug and never let go. I wanted to kiss her and convince her that I was the one for her, but I knew it would work. JJ didn't break promises. She walked out of my apartment, taking my heart with her.

"Goodbye, Jennifer." As soon as I knew she was gone, I let the tears fall.