work affair (emily x reader)

chapter twenty one

tw: homophobia. also, ty for 5k reads babes. writing this at 2am bc i stay crying 😋
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You called a cab, and you made your way back to Emily's. You got out of the cab, and you walked inside. Garcia was obviously already there.

"Ok, explain to me why you read them." You said putting your stuff down. You walked towards the kitchen, you grabbed your half opened bottle of scotch and a glass cup.

You filled it up almost to the top. You drank the whole cup, and you walked back into the living room while Garcia, and Emily followed you.

"Are you okay?" Emily asked. You nodded and sat down. Emily stood next to Garcia, them both looking down on you.

"Okay, so i went through your phone because at Rossi's you said you were sleeping with people. Obviously, knowing me i wanted to find out who it was, so i just went through them. Y/N, you had a big crush on Emily, why didn't you tell me you two were together?" Garcia said all in one breath.

"Because i couldn't, Garcia. We can't have people finding out. So you're not allowed to tell anyone, got it?" You asked. Garcia nodded. You gave her a thumbs up, and stood up.

"Y/N, where are you going?" Emily asked. You walked towards the kitchen, ignoring Emily.

"Y/N?" Garcia asked. You grabbed the bottle of scotch, you didn't pour it in a cup this time. Instead, you drank it from the bottle.

"Sooo, anyone want to get drunk with me?" You ask. Emily stared at you. You rolled your eyes, and you walked past them.

"If anyone needs me, i'll be in the living room." You said. You made your way into the living room, with your bottle of scotch. You kept drinking, not caring that Emily asked you to stop.

What no one knew, was that when you were in the cab your mom called you. Your mother never really accepted who you were, and you hated that. You loved your mother more than anything, but the moment she found out you were gay, she kicked you out.

"Garcia, i think you should go. I don't know what's wrong with Y/N, i'm gonna call Charisma." Emily said. Garcia nodded, and left. Emily went into the kitchen to call Charisma.

"Hey, what happened to Y/N? Why is she drinking, and she looks upset.." Emily said. You spaced out, you went back to thinking about your conversation with your mom.

"Y/N, it's your mom. I just wanted to check in to see how you were doing? Haven't spoke to you in a while. Are you straight yet?" She asked you. You scoffed.

"What do you mean by that, mother?" You asked.

"I mean, are you done being the disappointment child, and stop sleeping with disgusting women?" She said. You could already feel the tears coming.

"No. Is that all you really wanted? You didn't want to see how it was going in the FBI? Or you didn't just want to see how your only daughter was doing?" You asked. She scoffed.

"You're not my daughter, until you're straight. You know i don't accept gay people in my house!" She said yelling through the phone.

"Yeah, well i'm still pretty gay. I got a girlfriend and everything. But thanks for checking in, bitch." You said hanging up. Tears were running down your face, but you were almost home. You wiped them, and put a smile on your face.

"Y/N!" Emily said. You looked at her, you were buzzed but not completely drunk yet. You took another sip of the scotch, and you got up. Emily grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards her.