somewhere only we know ══════emily prentiss

14.lights are on

14. lights are on
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it was times like this olivia cursed herself for not buying the box fan lucy had tried so hard to convince her was a good deal the winter before, the weather just warm enough to cause a uncomfortable stickiness to her skin if she moved too much that left her irritated and motionless. she had to admit, summers in england were nothing compared to the blaring sun and clinging humidity of florida, but it had been long enough that her body was now adjusted to the awkward 21℃ july's that left her not sure weather to wear a jeans or shorts. she grew antsy in her flat, wanted to get out and do anything to get her mind of the thought that had consumed her for months but not finding the energy to actually do so.

it had been 3 months since the night emily came to her and had landed them in this sort of limbo, stuck in a alternate reality of whatever they had been before. the morning after had been rough, olivia making her breakfast and emily barely eating it, for once they sat in silence. it wasn't a awkward silence, nor a painful one, but a silence nonetheless that left them both with an ache in their hearts they were too afraid to discuss. emily leaving with a small smile and shaky breathe while olivia stood at the door with longing gaze and the lingering feeling of emily's hand on her cheek, cradling her face while they slept. since then things felt off. she never did figure out why emily had been so upset that night, a part of her still angry at whatever had scratched at her soul, leaving a gaping hole and sobbing angel for olivia to shield from the outside world, even if it was just for a night.

they still saw eachother every morning in the elevator rides, still went to rockys for their scheduled lunches, but it had changed. olivia no longer hid her staring and emily no longer hid her knowledge of them. they allowed themselves the comfort of hugs just seconds too long, smiles a smidge too bright to be friendly. it was though their physical selves were here, but their souls were slowly intertwining until olivia couldn't take it. she had waited long enough, let emily take her time, but the sand was running out. she reached out, grabbing her phone and hesitating. was this really the best route? a phone call? she figured intruding emily's space would only make her uncomfortable and if things went south it would feel like emily was giving her the boot. if she came to her, she could see it as olivia cornering her and that was the last thing she wanted. calling would have to do, if anything, either one of them could hang up and drown in self pity for a few days or pretend it never happened to begin with. with each ring she grew more fidgety, her thumb itching at her pointer finger as she awaited her impending triumph or defeat in the war of emily prentiss' heart. as if hearing her thoughts, the ringing stopped

"hey"

"hey" olivia replied, her mind blanking at the sound of the voice

"hi" emily chucked softly, taking a seat on her couch as well "what's up?"

"a lot of things. the ceiling for starters, the elevators, the sk-"

"you're diverting. why are you diverting"

now it was olivia's turn to laugh "why are you diverting my diverting"

"because i want to know why you're calling me when we just had lunch six hours ago"

"because i was too nervous to ruin our lunch with my thoughts six hours ago". she wishes she could lie to her, really, if she could control for mind to mouth censor just long enough to at least start the conversation off, she would.