Red is such an interesting color to correlate with emotion, because it's on both ends of the spectrum. On one end you have happiness, falling in love,infatuation with someone, passion, all that. On the other end, you've got obsession, jealousy, danger, fear, anger and frustration.

Pulling her keys from her back pocket, she suddenly felt a wave of insecurity ripple through her. Something wasn't right. She glanced cautiously around the silent hallway.

Nothing.

Blaming her paranoia on too much coffee and too little sleep, JJ shook her head and proceeded to enter her empty apartment.
Or so she thought.
Locking the door behind her and throwing her go bag onto the sofa, she turned to make her way into the kitchen to pour herself a much needed glass of wine. Maybe two, she thought. Three at the most.

Crouching down to open the refrigerator, she stilled again. This time, she waited. JJ rose slowly, her right hand making its way to rest just above her back pocket where her gun currently sat.
The light from the refrigerator illuminated the small space just enough notice anything out of the ordinary.

Still nothing.

Her tired blue eyes scanned the room, but everything was as she had left it. She sighed deeply, about to return to her alcohol finding activities, when out of the corner of her eye, she saw something that made her breath catch.

There in the right hand corner of her one bedroomed apartment, was her security alarm. The flashing red warning was enough to ensure the blonde had her weapon pulled within seconds.
JJ squinted, unmoving, making sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her at this ridiculously early hour. She set her alarm every single time she stepped a foot out of her apartment. She never forgot.

JJ swallowed.
Her stomach twisted tightly as she stared at the object before her.
There was no denying what it said.

Alarm System Deactivated.