my one and only, emily

chapter 6

*TW mentions of death, and suicide*

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"what do you want darling?" emily asks me, still exhausted

"my usual" you answered a smile growing on your face as she trotted off to get your drinks

you and your secret lover were on your way to work but stopped at your favorite coffee place, you were both exhausted as you guys had been clubbing with the team all night, though you didn't drink because you were the 'chauffeur' you still had a great night, you cand emily still hadn't talked about what all the sex ment, let alone the late nights talking about our deepest secrets and desires, it used to be just sex, but now... now its something you could've never imagined you of all people would have with another person, let alone the goddess among men emily prentiss,

'what if- what if this is just sex to emily, what if theres no relationship in it for her' you thought to yourself

no that couldn't be true, she let you touch her in ways she had not let anyone in years, that had to make you special right? right?! just then your thoughts were cut off by emily bringing back your latte, and her black coffee back to the table you were sitting at, she handed it to you

"here you go! one latte with extra foam" she added "just the way you like it!"

you laughed, trying to push away your earlier thoughts "i wouldn't have it any other way"

you both hopped into the car, the ride was quiet, with emily trying to put her hand in yours or on your thigh, but you shied away every time, not wanting to get to attached, i mean you already were but if this was just sex for her and she didn't want anything more you didn't know how much longer you could do this for. you weren't the best in the mental health department, in 11th grade your sister passed away, falling out of the big willow tree in our back yard, she fell wrong and broke her neck, she was only 10. that sent your spiraling into a rabbit hole of depression, you couldn't get out of bed for days, you stopped eating and drinking water all together. it was like you were frozen, and every year around the anniversary of her death you go into a smaller version of the depression you were in that year, the intrusive thoughts come back, not only about killing yourself, but also you stop trusting everyone you love, you convince yourself your worthless and no one could ever love you

you finally get to quantico, going through the countless metal detectors, and bag searches, the same old routine, when thats all over with we moth hop into the elevator, you can tell emily knows somethings up, she looks at you with her maple brown eyes

"y/n what's going on, you've been avoiding my touch and not talking to me" she pauses "did i do something wrong?"

i divert my eyes to the little screen on the elevator, as to not have to look at her. she stares down at me, grabbing my chin so i have to

"what is going on?!" her tone growing stern

you look at her, afraid to tell her how you truly feel, knowing that if your wrong you could ruin everything, you plaster a fake smile on your face and taking her hand off your face, placing it in yours

"im fine, em, truly love- i'm just- exhausted" you tell her pecking her on the lips as the elevator gets to your floor, you step out and tell her to have a good day, she walks over to tara, spence and rossi, all grouped up at spencers desk,

"hey! emily" rossi says in his usual cheerful tone

"hey guys!" she laughs as she asks what they're doing

spence explains how he's talking about a kind of jellyfish who can love forever, he rambles about some facts, but saved by the grace of god penelope walks over

"hate to interrupt this months article of national geographic" she jokes "but! we have a case"

she all pile into the round table room, finding our seats, and looking up to the screen in the front

"well, my fine furry friends, todays case is anything but fine" she looks at emily to contnue

"in atlantic city, there have been bodies of women, in there early to mid 20s found in various parks, dressed as what looks to be a" she pauses "well a porcelain doll" she finishes

"one of my wives had a thing for dolls" rossi shuttered "glad i got rid of her"

"the ME discovered cause of death was some kind of drug overdose" emily continues

"they look to all be dressed in chiffon dresses, that might i add- seem to be perfectly fitting of their proportions" spencer declared

jj nodded and said "that would take some sort of background in sewing... a seamstress maybe?"

"alright and with that, erm wheels up in 30, and y/l/n can you come to my office quickly we need to speak" emily asked

you nodded reluctantly and walked in the direction of her office, wondering what the hell she wanted anyways, and why she couldn't just leave you alone, you walk into her office wit her closing the door behind you, and closing the blinds

she looked at you, her face soft "y/n, im aware that you dont wanna tell me whats going on, which is fine, i just- your clearly distracted, we need you to be sharp for the case, and you seem to be quite the opposite, so you have a few options, you can tell me what the hell is going on, or stay back from the case" she finishes

you ball up your fists in anger "real mature emily" you scoffed "i mean seriously, using your job to make me talk about my feeling, i mean for gods sake your not my therapist" you growl, abd before you can stop it "you dont even care about me, let alone like me" tears prick at your eyes as you storm out of her office and into the bathroom