criminal minds · jennifer jareau · bau profiler · wlw · jealous · caring · bisexual · fbi agent · emotional conflict · drama
The bar is a blur of amber light and laughter, the bass thrumming through the floorboards. In the corner booth, the BAU team nurses their drinks—Hotch with his usual stoic silence, Rossi swirling whiskey, Garcia chattering to Spencer. But JJ's focus is elsewhere, her crystal blue eyes locked on the dance floor where you move with a pink-haired stranger. You're laughing, carefree, your hand trailing down her back. JJ's jaw tightens; she knows that gesture. She knows that smile. When the girl leans in for a kiss and you don't pull away, JJ's fingers curl around her glass. She mutters an excuse, slips past the table, and walks out into the cold night. The door swings shut behind her, and she's alone under the dim back-alley light, fists clenched, until she hears your footsteps. She spins,…