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Emily had spent every moment since leaving the flower shop worrying. Had she arranged a date with JJ or had it all simply been seen as platonic? She hadn't even bothered to bring any clothes suitable for a date with her, considering the fact that she had only planned to spend some time with Derek then get back home.

As a result, the rest of the day was spent with Emily barely listening to a word her friend said and going over different ways her evening could go. Most of the scenarios she went through were truly ridiculous, but Emily couldn't help but wonder what the chances were of JJ being a secret mass murderer or something. It would be just her luck to develop a crush on some axe-wielding maniac who sold flowers in her spare time.

Emily's excessive worrying managed to take up her whole day and before she knew it, she only had an hour before she would be expected at the shop. After a painful amount of pulling at hair in a vain attempt to get it to stay in the position she wanted it in, Emily just let it fall around her shoulders and ran her straighteners over it. With 15 minutes to spare, she took the stairs two at a time and poked her head into the living room where Derek was watching some show that his mother enjoyed.

"See you later," she said quickly, eager to get going but incredibly nervous at the same time. Derek must have sensed it as well, because he turned around with a smirk.

"I might come along soon anyway. I've just got a feeling that I might need some flowers this evening."

Emily threw a balled up piece of paper at him and turned away to head out of the door, grabbing her bag as she did so. "Don't you dare," she called, not waiting for an answer before closing the door and walking down the street, counting her breaths as she did so.

The sound of the shop door opening made JJ almost jump out of her skin. Blue eyes widening, she checked the clock on the wall, muttering a stream of curses under her breath when she saw the time. It seemed like only 5 minutes ago that Emily had last been in the shop, but apparently several hours had passed since then.

Straightening out her clothes, JJ went to meet Emily, stopping for a moment when she saw the other woman. Emily was dressed in a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a plain black v-neck t-shirt. Her make-up was subtle; perhaps only mascara and eye-liner, but it was enough to make JJ's mouth go dry for a moment. It made the younger pleased that she had decided to change herself. In any other situation the blonde probably would have worn a dress, but: a) she hadn't had time to pick one out and then style everything else around it, and b) she wasn't sure if she had gotten the wrong end of the stick earlier on when she assumed that she had been asked on something resembling a date. At some point since their last meeting JJ had managed to convince herself that Emily's wink had been a figment of her imagination.

She was shaken from her thoughts when she looked up to find Emily staring at her with a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

"Did you hear a word I just said?" Emily asked, laughing when JJ shook her head sheepishly. "Well, I said you look great." As if she wasn't sure what to do next, Emily pulled JJ into an awkward hug, although she relaxed slightly when JJ returned the gesture.

JJ led the other woman into the back room and invited her to sit down at the small table before she done so herself, watching as Emily began to nervously play with her fingers.

"Sorry about earlier," the dark-haired woman said once JJ was seated. "Sometimes Morgan's brain and mouth don't work in conjunction very well."

"It's fine," JJ assured her with a shake of her head. "The two of you seem to be close."

Emily nodded, smiling again. "Yeah, we went to school together a few years back but then I had to move. It happened a lot, but I rarely kept in touch with anyone I had made friends with. Actually," she said with a shaky laugh. "Derek might be the only person who carried on speaking to me after I'd gone. I guess that says a lot about the value of some friendships though. It's just a shame I don't get to see him more often."

Unable to stop herself from asking, JJ leaned forward. "When are you leaving this time?"

"Uh, well it's Thursday today and I head home on Saturday, so not long," Emily replied, and JJ was certain that she saw the other woman's face drop. "But I've been thinking of visiting more often anyway, so as long as you stick around, maybe we could see each other sometimes?"

JJ grinned. "Oh, believe me, I'm not going anywhere," she replied, looking around her. "I wouldn't leave this place. It doesn't seem like much, I know, but it's got some history in the family. Plus, why would I leave when I've got the promise of Emily Prentiss visiting from time to time?" This time it was JJ who sent a wink in Emily's direction and the older woman couldn't prevent her cheeks from heating up slightly. Hopefully it wasn't enough to be noticeable though.

Two hours and a bottle of well-hidden wine later, the two women had covered a whole range of subjects, from previous relationships (it pleased each of the women to find out that the other had been in relationships with women in the past) to what sort of flowers should go in specific types of bouquets. By the end of it, Emily was sure that she would be able to recite the meanings of every flower in the shop.

"I'd best be heading back," Emily said with a grimace. Although she loved spending time with JJ, she was beginning to feel guilty about the lack of time she had spent with Morgan. Although she was sure he didn't mind, she still wanted to spend some real time with him before she left.

The two woman got to their feet and both made their way to the front of the shop, neither of them sure what to do once they got to the door. To save the awkwardness, JJ stepped forward and pressed a kiss to Emily's cheek, hands resting on the taller woman's shoulders.

"I gave you my number, right?" JJ asked, waiting for Emily's nod before continuing. "Message me before you leave?"

"Yeah, I will. This was really nice, by the way. If I could extend my trip I would, but it was a pretty spur-of-the-moment trip anyway. Next time I'll plan better."

With that, Emily stepped back and walked outside, her cheek still burning from where JJ had kissed her.