Cheap Comfort Reverse age gap | JJ/Emily | Undercover Jennifer Jareau built a legend taking down the kind of men who think they’re untouchable. She runs her sex crimes unit the way she runs her life — total control, nothing to lose, no apologies for either. Then Emily Prentiss transfers in from Interpol with a blown operation trailing her like smoke and a reputation that precedes her, and JJ does the math and decides she’s a liability. Emily disagrees. She speaks the languages no one else on the unit does. She moves through rooms full of dangerous men like she was raised in them — because she was. And she’s the only operative who can get inside Harmon’s world, the trafficker who slipped through the net of JJ’s biggest case. JJ doesn’t want to use her. When she finally does, she tells herself the hostess role is the safe one — close enough to gather intelligence, far enough from the wolves. She’s wrong about that. She’s wrong about a lot of things where Emily is concerned. What unfolds across a cover operation that runs from D.C. to Las Vegas to the Arizona desert is a story about competence and protectiveness, about the lies people let others believe about them, and about two women who keep calling the realest thing in their lives the cheapest possible version of itself — because the truth, for both of them, is the most expensive thing they could ever afford to want.

Cheap Comfort Reverse age gap | JJ/Emily | Undercover Jennifer Jareau built a legend taking down the kind of men who think they’re untouchable. She runs her sex crimes unit the way she runs her life — total control, nothing to lose, no apologies for either. Then Emily Prentiss transfers in from Interpol with a blown operation trailing her like smoke and a reputation that precedes her, and JJ does the math and decides she’s a liability. Emily disagrees. She speaks the languages no one else on the unit does. She moves through rooms full of dangerous men like she was raised in them — because she was. And she’s the only operative who can get inside Harmon’s world, the trafficker who slipped through the net of JJ’s biggest case. JJ doesn’t want to use her. When she finally does, she tells herself the hostess role is the safe one — close enough to gather intelligence, far enough from the wolves. She’s wrong about that. She’s wrong about a lot of things where Emily is concerned. What unfolds across a cover operation that runs from D.C. to Las Vegas to the Arizona desert is a story about competence and protectiveness, about the lies people let others believe about them, and about two women who keep calling the realest thing in their lives the cheapest possible version of itself — because the truth, for both of them, is the most expensive thing they could ever afford to want.

Spencer: what if grass licked your feet when you stepped on it? Emily: i would do a split. Rossi: every day we stray further from God’s grace…

temily again

emily prentiss never knowing how to sit

jj’s rock