The moment I woke up I knew it was a dream. But it felt so real, like maybe it could be. Perhaps it was a glimpse into the future although according to Reid dream analysis is fake. But this was more than that. Maybe a wake up call?
Instinctively I looked to the bed next to me to find it was empty. The sheets were still all rolled up on each other and then I heard the shower running and music playing lowly. It was calm and sounded old like Wilco, either way it was definitely Emily's vibe. Only old souls have a heart like hers.
I don't even have to check my phone to know thats it's time to report to work, even if it's too early it'll give us some time to grab coffee ahead of time and not the rickety department coffee machine coffee. I made the bed immediately, a trait I picked up from my transfer assignment and then began to brush through my freshly woken up knotted hair. I then started to pick out an outfit which consisted of a dark grey pantsuit, and a dark red shirt to stand out. It was mostly to compliment Emily as red is definitely her color.
Speaking of Emily came out just as I got the shirt over my head and as her eyes landed on me I physically felt myself pull the shirt down slow around my abdomen. Unsure of whether or not I should just take it back off and from the look in her eyes its safe to say she was thinking the same thing. She smiled as though she found herself in the middle of an irony but carried on anyways.
"Did I wake you up?"
"No, just a dream." I answered vaguely.
"Wanna talk about it?" Something I've heard a lot over the years but it never sounds old coming from her. Her eyes always so genuine.
"It just felt really real and I knew it was time to wake up." She looked slightly saddened by my response but didn't carry it.
"You know we still have a half hour before we have to meet the team." This made me smile as I knew we'd be able to fill that time with just us.
"Do you wanna grab a coffee?"
"Is that a question?" She laughs effortlessly, by far my favorite sound. Her laughs always seem contagious and I just can't help but smile around her. She makes me so happy and her company is so familiar it's like I've known her for so many years beyond the six I really have.
As we make our way out the door, after Emily made her bed of course which would probably be fixed anyways by house cleaning. Emily let me go first and on their way out she boldly commented, "That shirt looks good on you."
My cheeks flushed red immediately and Emily made sure to check. She smiled proudly to herself as I looked to my feet. Of course she was able to do that with such ease. Emily's flirted with me before but I always thought it was strictly platonic but now I know she means it and that is the best feeling in the world. To be the person Emily Prentiss is attracted to. It can't get any better than that and it's only the beginning.
Instead of sitting in the café as we drank our coffees we decided to chill in the parking lot for about 10 minutes as we just talked and drank the caffeine. We rarely talked about the case although it did come up, mostly we just talked small talk which between her and I felt more than that.
As Emily drove us to the local precinct a song by Greta Van Fleet came on which of course she knew right away. A sound like Led Zepplin but she sang it like she was Janis Joplin. Maybe in another life.
By 8 at night we were driving back through the streets of Virginia, home sweet home to the Bureau. The car ride felt slow for some reason despite driving at the speed limit, maybe a little below in a desperate attempt to cherish the moment. The case didn't end as planned, we lost both our victim and witness all because the victim was still in love with the unsub. It was a case that truly highlighted the pure darkness that exists in this world. How manipulation can be taken as affection. It sucks.
