Curiosity got the better of her, looking at who’d been emailing Jo, wondering idly if Amy Astin had been dropping her girlfriend notes.  Instead, what she found, was more disturbing.

            An email from her friend, Emma Young-Scott.

            Hey Jo!

            Missed you two weeks ago when the girls were in town.  I hope that everything is good with you and Bette, Spencer said she is a very sweet ‘older’ woman.  Which I thought was hilarious, because you know how Spencer is.  They girls have asked if they can spend break here in Hawaii, the girls as in all of them, not just Spencer with Riley, I know its taking some getting used to, our girls in a relationship.  I’m not sure if they are sleeping together yet, oh I can hear you groaning now. 

            Onto another subject all together, Amy.

            I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you she was getting a divorce, I didn’t know how.  I know how hard you’ve had it, disappearing, raising Spence on your own.  I just wanted to say, that I was sorry.

            At this Bette felt a hot flash of something that was more than jealousy, it was anger at her friends for not being honest with Jo.

            The other thing I wanted to email you about, was that I’ve been made head of a new BAU team that is going to be working out of Seattle.  When Connor, you remember Connor?  When Connor heard you were alive and well, he offered to reinstate you.  Jo, I realize you’ve got the agency, and you don’t want to go back to your old life, but Jo, you were and are one of the best at running these perps down.  I’m trying to sell you, and I swore I wasn’t going too.  I transfer up to Seattle in four months, and there is a spot there for you, if you want it.  Let me know either way, miss ya, love ya.

            Emma

            Bette snapped the laptop closed, rubbing the top as if making a wish from a genie’s bottle.  Instead of getting a wish, Bette was just getting angrier.  Why hadn’t Jo told her about this job offered?  Taking a deep breath, and opening the laptop again, thinking in for a penny, in for a pound, clicking on the ‘sent’ file and checking to see if Jo had answered Emma, only to find that she’d emailed Spencer, and Julie in the last month, and no one else.