Coffee Addiction

late

Emily's POV
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

I'm late.

Shit I'm gonna be late. God damnit.

I woke up past my alarm. It is 7:43 and I have to be at work by 8. I sprinted around my apartment trying to get ready. My breath still stunk from last night.

I may or may not have gotten super wasted getting over a breakup. And when I say wasted I mean two empty bottles of vodka are on my kitchen counter.

Normally someone would be there to cut me off but the bitch that normally does cheated on me.

I hit 95 on the highway just to be on time. When I walked out of the elevator Penelope stopped me.

"Open." She said grabbing a container from her purse. I opened my mouth and she put two mints in. "Next time call me."

I plopped at my desk and hit my knee against the leg. "Motherfucker." I might have yelled. At least four people looked over towards me, Derek and Elle included.

"Long night mama?" Derek taunted. I shot him a look and he backed off. "Still dealing with Seaver?" Elle asked. I put my forehead on my desk and groaned.

"You know what? Fuck her." She told me.

"I want to."

Derek covered a laugh with a cough and pushed his chair over.

"Grey goose?" He asked. I nodded. "I shouldn't have dated an FBI agent." I pouted. It's true. Not only do I have to know I was cheated on, but I have to see my ex every day.

"Hey look on the bright side. She might get killed by an unsub." Elle offered. I shook my head in agreement before Hotch called us into the briefing room.

The only empty seat was next to Ashley. So naturally I stood in the back.

"Okay. This week we have our annual BAU dinner. It'll be tonight because we don't have a case for once. Sorry for the short notice.."

Fuck not now. I don't want to see her anymore than I have to. "Can we bring dates?" Elle asked looking at me.

"Of course. But Greenaway please have him home by 11." Hotch said pointing at Reid. She chuckled when he looked up from his book. Not even listening. With that he released us.

"Prentiss." He said before I walked out. I groaned and met him in his office.

"Are you drunk?" He asked. I shook my head. "Well I had no way of knowing. Go down the street, get a coffee and sober up. I don't want the smell of vodka to linger in the office."

After my lecture I grabbed my stuff and walked straight to the elevator. He's right. I can't be drunk all the time. I just need a coffee. Or maybe seven.

The coffee place I go to is nice. They know my name and my order. I walked through the door before going to the counter. I got my usual hangover cure. A large straight black coffee.

I paid and tipped before turning around. As I did I hit something. Or someone.

"Fuck I am so sorry." I let out. Looking up I got embarrassed. I just spilled coffee on a hot blonde. She had deep blue eyes that I could get lost in.

"Not a problem. Just need some new clothes is all." Her voice. It was the most beautiful voice I've ever heard.

I broke out of my trance to finally say something. "I have clothes in my bag if you want to have them. As an apology."

What.

The.

Fuck.

I meet a pretty girl and I talk about clothes. The fuck. Prentiss make a move. Come on. Say something.

"You have clothes in your bag? Are you going on a big trip or something?" She laughed. I love it. I love her laugh.

"Uh no. I um. I'm an FBI profiler so I have to be ready all the time." Really Emily? It's like you don't even care.

The blonde laughed and I grabbed a pan suit from my bag. She changed in the bathroom and sat by me when she was finished.

"So who just gave me clothes?" She let out. "I'm Emily." I held out a hand and she shook it. "Jennifer. But people call me JJ." I shook my head and laughed.

"No. I like Jennifer. What do you do Jennifer?" I asked. There we go. Now I'm getting better.

"I'm a high school psychologist. Basically a therapist for high schoolers. Not as big as the FBI but it's nice. Can I ask you something?" She let out. I nodded.

"I know we literally just met but are you okay? You seem to be going through something." I chuckled.

"Wow. If the psychologist thing doesn't work out, being a profiler would. But, not really. I got wasted last night because I was recently cheated on. And she's my coworker. And I have to see her at this fancy dinner tonight."

Emily Jean Prentiss, what the hell? You just gave this girl your whole life story.

She put her hand on mine and looked at me. "That really sucks. Can I ask about the relationship? Like the timeline?" I nodded.

"She joined the team two years ago. We were like best friends before dating and started dating about 8 months ago. I caught her cheating on me about two weeks ago."

She gave my hand a squeeze and smirked. "You wanna make her jealous?" I laughed. "Fuck yeah."

"Meet me at my place at 6. And wear something nice. I don't want to be the only cute one tonight." She chuckled. I rolled my eyes as she scribbled her address my receipt.

"Emily."

"Yeah?"

"Happy birthday."