JJ took a deep breath and raised her right hand to knock on Emily's door. She could hear the classical music faintly from the other side of the door. She smiled softly as she recognized the French pianist Joseph Cantelube, his full name actually was Maire-Joseph Cantelube de Malaret. She recognized the piece as Chants d'Auvergne. She closed her eyes as she pictured what Emily was doing beyond the chair at the moment.

She opened her eyes quickly as she realized that she was still outside the hallway of Emily's apartment building. How embarrassing if one of Emily's neighbors walked out of their door and saw a strange woman just standing outside her door with her eyes closed and her right hand raised as if to knock. She knew that most of the apartment building knew that Emily worked for the FBI.

JJ lowered her hand to her side once more and turned her head. She wanted to leave. She truly wanted to leave. She didn't even know why she was even here. Emily hadn't asked for her to come visit her. Emily didn't even know that JJ knew where she lived. Emily would feel betrayed and more on edge if she thought that someone went into her file for her address. This wasn't the smartest of all moves on her part. She should just leave now before someone notices her and talk to Emily at work or on the jet.

JJ turned but suddenly the door opened. "JJ what a surprise." Emily said with a smile on her face. She watched as the blond blue eyed younger agent turned slowly to face her.

"Hello Emily." JJ said with a nerves smile.

"What are you doing here?" Emily asked tilting her head to the side as she held open her door.

"I have files for you." JJ blurted out and she was glad that she had grabbed some files from her office when she decided to stop by Emily's. She was going to work on them at home, she still couldn't find the right case that needed the team. She was going to do some soul searching that night and would bring the case to the team in the morning. When she got out of her car she automatically grabbed the files, she hadn't even known she had them until Emily asked her why she was there at her door.

Emily had a feeling that this wasn't the reason why JJ was at her door, she very well knew that there wasn't a new case for the team yet. She looked into JJ's eyes and knew that the younger woman was nervous. She stepped aside and waved her hand in. "Come in JJ, have a glass of wine." She waited as the younger woman walked passed her into her hallway. She closed the door and locked it. She walked passed JJ and led her into her modern and spotless apartment. She walked into the kitchen and picked up another wine glass. She placed the empty glass next to her half empty one. She picked up the wine bottle and poured wine into the empty glass filling it half way. She put the wine bottle back in it's bottle and picked up both wine glasses. She walked over to JJ and held out the clean wine glass and watched as JJ reached out with her right hand and took it. She lifted her own glass and took a sip and watched as JJ took a sip of her own. "Now why don't you put your files down and come and sit with me."

JJ blinked and than blushed as she placed the files on the counter top, "I knew I couldn't lie to you and get away with it."

"You aren't a good liar." Emily said with a small laugh.

"You are the profiler after all," JJ shook her head slightly. She placed her wine glass next to the files as she slipped her purse from her shoulders and set her purse down on top of the files. She picked up the wine glass and followed Emily over to where the living area was set up. She walked over to the chair that was closets to the stair case and sat down. She watched as Emily sat down on the couch, as far away from her as possible.

"So I take it you went through my personal file, to get my address?" Emily said crossing her legs and holding her wine glass loosely. "I doubt that Hotch would tell you."

JJ's eyes crinkled. "Hotch knows where you live?"

Emily nodded, "He came to me and got me to go on the plane with him to join you guys."

"I'm sorry, Emily, I shouldn't have done that. I don't blame you if you hate me." JJ softly said with a sigh.

"I don't hate you, JJ, I can never hate you." Emily said as she kept a sharp eye on the young woman who had lowered her head. "Why do you always think that someone is so disappointed in you that their feelings towards you turns to hate? Have you always been like this or just since Tobias?"

JJ tighten and her fingers whiten around the stem of the glass. She looked up and stood quickly to her feet and accident inly dropped the wine glass and spilled the dark red wine on the carpet. "Oh God, Emily, I'm so sorry." She backed away as Emily quickly got to her feet and placed her own wine glass on her coffee table.

"It's quite all right, JJ, it's nothing to be concerned about at all." Emily rushed to the kitchen and grabbed her cleaning supplies and quickly rushed back over to the spilled wine. She knelt down and began to tend to the wine before it could set in. "See it's coming right up." She looked up and saw that JJ had deep fear in her eyes. She slowly stood to her feet and put her hand on the younger woman's right shoulder.

JJ jerked backwards and caused Emily's hand to drop. "I can't do anything right," She cried as she turned and rushed from the apartment leaving her files and her purse behind. All she cared about was to get as far away from Emily Prentiss as she could.

"JJ!" Emily cried out as she watched JJ rush from her apartment she rushed to the door and jerked it open and looked first to the right than to the left but JJ was no longer in site. She sighed deeply as she walked slowly back into her apartment and shut the door. She leaned her back against the door and wrapped her arms around her chest as she looked across the apartment at her open bay windows that showed the heart of Washington D.C. She looked straight at the lighted up capital building.

How was she going to get through to the woman whom had captured her heart?