You and Her (Emily Prentiss x Fem.Reader) [ORIGINAL]

Chapter 3

        The first thing you notice when you wake up is the feeling of someone's hand holding yours. You're laying on your stomach and the brightness of the room causes you to open your eyes. Laying next to you is Emily Prentiss, her eyes still closed. You gently smile when you see her messed up hair and ruined makeup. You probably look the same. Then you notice not one, but two hickeys on her neck. The sight forces you to hide a giggle. Thinking about last night puts an even larger smile on your face.
        After a few seconds of just relaxing in bed you remember that you have work today and you didn't bring any clothes with you. You bring Emily's hand closer to you and kiss the back of it. The gesture causes Emily to smile and open her eyes.
        "Good morning," you say quietly. She doesn't say anything, but leans over and gives you a light kiss on the lips. "Emily, I have to go. We have work today." She rolls her eyes and nods. You sit up, causing Emily to giggle. "What?" you ask her. She points to your body. On it you are covered in hickeys and in some place bruises. You roll your eyes and lean over to Emily's neck. "I'm not the only one," you say kissing her neck. When you pull away she's blushing and covering her neck with her hand. You laugh and stand up looking for your clothes from last night. Some pieces are in here, but some are out in the living room.
        Once you're dressed, you brush down you hair with your fingers and try to wipe off any out of place makeup. Emily is still laying in bed, watching you move around.
        "Well I better get going," you say turning to her. You sit on the bed next to Emily. Realizing she was still naked under the covers makes dirty thoughts fill your mind, but you quickly push those away. Emily doesn't respond, in fact she's not even looking at you. Your eyebrows come together in confusion. "Hey, are you okay?"
        "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay, just tired," Emily says giving you a forced smile. This was weird. Had you done something wrong?
        "Okay, I'll see you at work," you try to lean down and give her one last kiss before you leave, but she turns her head to the side basically rejecting you. Well that kind of hurt.
        You stand up, grab your things and head out to your car. You think about her odd behavior the whole car ride home. Soon you arrive home. You strip off your clothes and look in the mirror. You really were covered in a lot of marks. The soreness from last night was starting to settle in so you quickly hop in the shower hoping it will lessen the pain, but by the time you've dressed with a turtleneck t-shirt and put on your makeup, you were limping pretty badly. "Shit," you say to yourself. You hope you don't get a new case today.
        Before leaving your house, you text Emily.

        Are you sure you're okay?

        Yeah, I'm fine.

        That was all she said in return. You are really starting to worry while you drive to work. Soon you're in the elevator dreading the walk to your desk. The elevator doors open and you slowly walk forward. You try to keep a straight face as you hobble to your desk. Once at your desk you slowly lower yourself into your chair. You realize you weren't successful in trying to hide your pain because Derek, JJ, and Reid are all staring at you with concern. You awkwardly smile and give them all a wave. They wave back, but are reluctant to return to work. Emily on the other hand is totally ignoring your existence and she was also wearing a turtleneck.
        After lots of tiny grunts of pain coming from you, Derek wheels his chair over to you.
        "Do you need an ibuprofen or something?" he asks you quietly. You notice Emily watching you speak to Derek. As soon as she sees you looking back though, she continues working on paperwork.
        "That would be great," you say. He digs around his go-bag for a second before pulling out a bottle of pills. You take and give yourself four pills.
        "Woah, mama, four pills? What did you do to yourself?" he asks in surprise. You roll your eyes at him, but realize he might be able to help figure out what's going on with Emily. You stand and grab Derek's arm slowly and painfully dragging him behind you. You stop once you reach the hallway.
        "So, Derek," you hesitate. Did you really want to tell him this? You think this might be your only shot at figuring out what's wrong with Emily so you continue. "You sleep with a lot of women, right?" At first Derek seems defensive, but then he quickly realizes what you're implying.
        "My girl!" he says a little too loudly with a huge smile spreading across his face. A few people walking by look at you out of curiosity.
        "Derek!" you whisper yell and smack his arm. "Shut up!"
        He laughs and rubs his hands together, "So you and Emily...?" he trails off.
        "Yes, so now that I've said it can you please help me?" you ask.
        "How was it? I've always wondered about that side of Emily, especially after that whole sin to win weekend thing."
        "Oh my god, Derek! You know what, this was a mistake. Just pretend like I never told you anything," you say turning to leave. He grabs your arm.
        "Wait, wait. I'm sorry. What do you need help with?" he says much more serious.
        "Well, last night we did stuff," he raises his eyebrow, but you continue anyway. "And I thought it was great and I thought she thought it was great, but this morning she's practically ignoring me. I have no idea what's going on. Do you think it was something I did?" you had started to panic, but Derek put a hand on your shoulder to calm you down. At that moment Emily rounded the corner. She was surprised to see you at first, but she quickly sped off to the bathroom. "See?" you finish.
        "Hmm. You know, I have slept with a lot of women, I will admit, but none of them have ever been like Emily Prentiss. Prentiss is in a whole 'nother league and she chose you," he says ruffling your hair. You give him a nasty look and fix your hair. "So what I'm trying to say is, I can't really help you. All women are different, but Emily Prentiss is a completely different breed. You're just going to have to talk to her."
        You groan at Derek's lack of helpful advice.
        "Sorry kid," is all he says in response. You sigh.
        "No it's fine. Thanks Derek." As soon as you finish your sentence Emily exits the bathroom. Before she's able to walk past you, you grab her arm. Derek quietly returns to his desk letting you talk.
        "Emily," you begin, but aren't sure how to continue.
        "Yeah," she responds like absolutely nothing's wrong.
        "What's going on? Did I do something to upset you?"
        "No!" Emily says quickly. She realizes you both are still in a pretty open space so she leads you to an empty office.
        "Then tell me what's wrong. You've been acting weird all morning," you say stepping closer to her. You try to grab her hand, but she pulls it from your grip.
        "There's nothing wrong. I haven't been acting weird," she says looking at the floor.
        "Are you serious right now, Emily?" you ask in disbelief.
        "How have I been acting weird?" she asks you finally making eye contact.
        "Well for one you basically ignored me all morning," you say, but she's back to staring at the floor.
        "Well maybe you don't know me as well as you think," she says quietly. You were taken aback. It felt like your heart clenched inside your chest. Upon seeing your hurt expression she says, "I should go."
        "Emily, wait!" you say, but she's already out the door. What just happened? You sigh and rub your eyes before exiting the office. As you sit, Derek gives you a look basically asking what happened. In response you sigh and rest your forehead against your head. He grimaces and turns back to his desk. The rest of the day contains awkward silences between you and Emily. You try and keep a normal act around the rest of the team, but Emily is the only thing on your mind.
        After hours of paperwork you finally finish for the day. As you're packing up, JJ comes up to your desk.
        "Hey, Y/N, Will and Henry are out of town right now visiting Will's sister, so I was wondering if you'd like to have a girls night at my house?" JJ asks you hopefully.
        "I'd love to, but um...is Emily going?" you ask hoping she'd say yes. You just wanted to have some fun with your friends again.
        "She said she can't tonight," JJ replies.
        "Oh..." you say sadly. JJ lowers her voice and leans closer to you.
        "You guys have been acting weird all day. What's going on between you two?" she asks. You sigh.
        "I'll tell you later tonight. Penelope will probably want to hear this too," you chuckle. JJ smiles and agrees.
        "Oh, JJ, what's your address? I've never actually been to your house before," you interject before she gets too far away. She gives you the address before calling the elevator. You give one last look at Emily at her desk. She seems focused. You sigh and run after JJ. You really had no clue what was wrong. You went over the events of last night searching for some answer or clue, but came up empty handed.
        Since it was only a day at the office you don't feel the need to change, so you soon head over to JJ's house after doing a couple chores around your house. By now it was 8:00PM and Penelope had arrived before you.
        JJ gives you a quick hug before stepping aside and letting you enter her house. Penelope rushes over to give you a hug as well with a glass of wine already in hand. Music is playing in the background quiet enough that you can still easily talk to each other. JJ is dresses in comfy clothes and Penelope did change, but not much. She only replaced her work jacket with a big poofy and soft one.
        "I'm gonna need me one of those," you say pointing to the glass of wine. JJ laughs and pores you and herself a glass.
        After talking about work for a while, the alcohol is starting to set in. You get a great idea.
        "JJ," you say to her leaning a little too far over. Since you're sitting on the ground you catch yourself with your hand and giggle at your drunkness. "Turn the music up! Let's dance." She nods with a huge smile on her face. Penelope giggles loudly. Soon you're all up and terribly dancing to music from JJ's playlist. Shortly you're sweating a bit too much and your head is starting to pound so you take a break and grab a glass of water. You probably have had enough wine for tonight.
        When you return to the living room, JJ and Penelope are sitting on the ground laughing about something. The way they look at you tells you they were talking about you.
        "What?" you ask defensively, except you're smiling.
        "So, you and Emily? How's that going?" JJ rests her chin on her hand. You can't help, but smile as you remember the night before, but your smile quickly disappears when you remember today.
        "Well uh..." you say trying to think through the alcohol. "Last night we uh," you pause and kiss the air, causing all three of you to giggle uncontrollably.
        "So did you and Emily just kiss or..." Penelope says fiddling with her hair.
        "We, um, yeah we um," you stumble over your words. "We had sex." This causes Penelope to fangirl and slap JJ's arm excitedly. You chuckle at her action.
        "Is that why you wore a turtle neck?" JJ smirks with an eyebrow raised. You nod.
        "Wanna see?" you ask. Had you been sober this would've never happened. JJ and Penelope nod, so you pull your shirt over your head. They gasp when they see your body. Some of the marks had progressed into full on bruises.
        "Well, damn," says JJ taking a sip of her wine. You giggle and slide you shirt back on.
        "That's not the only place with marks," you say smiling. "But I probably shouldn't show you those."
        "Yeah, no thank you." JJ says laughing.
        "So you still haven't told us why you two were acting so weird at work today," Penelope says. She tries to set down her empty glass, but she misses the table completely, so you grab her glass deciding she has had enough. Penelope looks disappointed, but doesn't fight you too hard for it.
        "Well when we woke up this morning, I thought everything was fine until she suddenly started ignoring me. She ignored me at work too. You guys saw that. And I tried to talk to her about it, but she basically shut me down and said everything was totally normal." Thinking about the conversation with Emily made your heart hurt.
        "To me, it sounds like she's putting up walls and hoping you'll break up with her for it," says JJ setting her glass aside so she can think as best as possible.
        "What?! Why would she do that? Because of me?" you ask in disbelief.
        "Well yes and no." JJ says confusing you more. Seeing your lost expression she turns to Penelope for help
        "You see, love, the last person she dated was a criminal warlord basically. Hot criminal warlord with a hot accent, but that's not the point. The point is she's probably, consciously or unconsciously scared to be in a happy relationship, so she's putting up walls and self sabotaging," Penelope says. You think over what she said really hoping the alcohol wouldn't make you forget this by morning.
        "So, what do I do?" you ask helplessly.
        "I guess just don't let her push you away," says JJ. You sigh. This was going to be rough.
        "Well ladies, I think that's my cue to head home," you say standing up.
        "You're not driving are you?" Penelope asks you panicking.
        "No, no, Pen," you calm her down. "I'm gonna call a cab."
        "Okay, well, stay safe. We'll see you at work tomorrow," says JJ.
        "And I'll bring the aspirin," says Penelope cheerfully causing you and JJ to laugh.
        "Thank you, really. I had a really fun time," you say hugging JJ then Penelope. They wave goodbye when the cab arrives. You don't really remember the drive home.
        Next thing you know, it's morning and you're laying in your bed. Your head is pounding making you groan. Luckily though you didn't forget any of the conversation from last night. You roll over and look at your clock. You groan again when you realize that if you don't hurry, you'll be late for work. You quickly shower, get changed, and head to work. The cool morning air allows your headache to ease the tiniest bit. You couldn't wait for Pen's aspirin.
        Once at the office you head straight for Penelope's lair of computers. You knock on the door and slowly open it hoping you hadn't interrupted anything. Penelope spins around in her chair and motions for you to come inside. She digs around her purse while you step into the room. She gives you an aspirin which you thankfully accept.
        "How are you doing, love?" she asks you.
        "I gotta wait till the weekend to drink like this because this is the second time in the past month I've come to work with a hangover," you say rubbing your eyes.
        "Yeah..." she gives you a sympathetic smile and rubs your arm. "Anyway are you going to talk to Emily?"
        "I mean I have to, right? I just...don't even know what to say," you say sighing.
        "Don't worry. It'll come to you," Pen says making you laugh. You say goodbye before heading back out to your desk. You glance at Emily before sitting down, trying to work up to courage to talk to her again. She looks as if she's focused and working hard, but you realize she hasn't actually written down anything in the past five minutes. She sets down her pen and leans back in her chair sighing. She glances in your direction, so you quickly look away. She stands and grabs her coffee cup, presumably to get more coffee. You're about to make your way over to her when Garcia walks by holding a bunch of files.
        "We've got a case," she says to the room. You sigh, disappointed that you missed your opportunity. You'd have to talk to her after briefing, but before the jet ride. The team gathers in the briefing room.
        "So, Houston PD needs our boots on the ground for the Piano Man case," Garcia begins.
        "The serial rapist?" you ask.
        "A case we consulted on about eight months ago- 12 victims over five years. He crosses racial and social lines, ages too," Hotch explains.
        "Power assertive?" Emily assumes.
        "Knocks them out with a date-rape drug and binds them with piano wire," says Rossi.
        "They wake up with no memory
of the assault or how they got the permanent scar the wire leaves," adds JJ.
        "So he's branding his victims?" Emily asks. She has an odd look on her face that you can't quite place. "How does he dose them?"
        "Houston PD still isn't sure. 'Cause, you know, date-rape drugs metabolize quickly, and he's keeping them for 12 hours," says Garcia.
        "So, why are they calling us in now?" Derek asks.
        "Cause with these most recent attacks, this piece of work has elevated sick and twisted to a whole new dimension. Cases in point: Brittany Anderson filed a report after she woke up outside the restaurant she was abducted from, and Vanessa Campbell was just reported missing," Garcia explains.
        "Wait, those were victims two and five, weren't they?" Reid asks.
        "Yes. He's going back and attacking
survivors a second time," Garcia says sadly.
        "Vanessa was grabbed from her house? He's changing his M.O. from what we studied. He's upping his game," you say.
        "Well, we know he stalks them. But public venue abduction, he has the power. Home invasion, he's on their turf," Morgan states.
        "So he's betting he can gain control before they get to a phone or a gun," Reid concludes.
        "The question is why. What is he getting from revisiting old victims?" Rossi asks the group.
        "It seems careless for someone who's been so controlled up until now," Hotch says.
        "What is this on the floor?" Emily asks pointing to a picture on her tablet.
        "Uh, that--oh, God-- that is the contents of Vanessa Campbell's stomach, which she ralphed up," Garcia says not able to look at the picture with more than a glance.
        "And in the glass?" you ask.
        "According to the police report, it is salt and water," Garcia says reading off of her tablet.
        "Homemade emetic," Emily says raising an eyebrow.
        "E-what what?" Garcia asks confused.
         "Quick and dirty cocktail, meant to induce vomiting," you answer.
        "Vanessa Campbell and her husband moved to a new address. They've put locks on the doors. They took precautions. She even knew what to do if she was dosed again, and it still wasn't enough. That's what he gets out of it," Emily realizes.
        "Their fear. He wants them to know that no matter what, he can still get to them," Hotch says grimly. Emily seems especially disturbed by this. You're so focused on her reaction that you don't hear Hotch say wheels up. You decide this is the last opportunity you'll get to talk to Emily so before she can leave you touch her arm. Se freezes.
        "Can I talk to you? Real quick?" you ask her quietly. She nods and you lead her to the bathroom. You stand there for a second trying to put your thoughts into words. Emily just looks at the floor waiting for you to speak.
        "Look," you start. "I don't know what's going on in that beautiful brain of yours, but I want you to know that you're not going to get rid of me that easy." You take a step closer. Emily looks surprised and she doesn't seem to know what to say, so you gently lean forward and kiss her mouth. At first she kisses you back, but then decides to pull away. Her forehead rests against yours.
        She sighs before saying, "We're at work." She pulls away completely and leaves you in the bathroom. You felt tears form in your eyes, but you take a deep breath making sure none spill over. Once you regain your composure you head back out to gather your things.