SHOTS FIRED! Emily Prentiss X Reader

Are you being nice to me?

TW: BLOOD, CUTS, KNIFES (IF ANY OF THESE TRIGGER YOU PLEASE DO NOT READ ON)

Back at the precinct Reid had come up with a geographical profile whilst we were out at the crime scene, minutes after me and Emily had arrived back, Rossi and Morgan followed soon after.

"Did you play nicely?" Morgan asks as he nudges my arm, i rolled my eyes turning to him and made a sarcastic smile.

He laughed as he awaited for my answer, "don't i always?" i smirked at him once turned to face him. He laughed as Emily stood further away smiling. I glance over at her and smile, her being happy was contagious and i hated to admit it.

"Did you two notice anything whilst at the crime scene?" Hotch interrupted the looks between us as he stood in front of me, blocking my view of Prentiss.

"uh yeah, the alley looked too clean to be an alley, there was dirt but other than that completely spotless, no rubbish, nothing. i think the unsub could have some sort of OCD, the untidiness must've overwhelmed him and caused him to clean up. He's organised meaning if he begins to leave evidence, he's spiraling." i explained to him, for the first time since Emily got here this was the first time she wasn't taking up all the space in my head.

"good job Y/L/N, looks like you can work well with Agent Prentiss," Hotch said, smiling. i glared at him as he turned away and began to walk to the board.

Emily, who was standing where Hotch was headed, was still looking at me, i took a glance at her and walked off towards Morgan who was grabbing his 2nd cup of coffee. "woah, slow down there tiger," i sarcastically said as i laughed. He looked up from the cup and smiled at me.

"hold on a minute, you cant talk with your need for caffeine 24/7 missy." Morgan said defensive but jokily.

"its agent to you!" i sassily responded as i walked past him to then grab the coffee jug.

"there she goes again," he says as he puts his hands up defensively trying hard not to laugh. I punch his arm as i bit the inside of my cheek.

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"FBI, hands where i can see them!" I yelled to the unsub. we had finally caught him. "Harold Tuffin, you've got no where to go, drop the knife and put your hands up," i yelled again as i stealthily walked closer to our unsub.

I walked close enough so that Harold could pass me the knife, then all of the sudden he swings his arms around, the hand which held the knife sliced my arm at one of his swings.

The team hadn't caught up to me yet as Tuffin was in a very big warehouse which needed everywhere covered, i found him standing over a victim with a knife held at their stomach but not yet pierced through.

I wince at the pain that came from my arm but started throwing punches at the unsub. i kicked Harold in the crotch and as he slowly crouched down, i then kneed him in the face, making him fall to the floor. i put his hands together and handcuffed him as everyone began to enter the room with their guns up.

"Y/N!!" Emily called worried, the team came running up to me, the victim and the unsub. Morgan took the unsub off my hands and started to drag him outside where the local police and our SUV's are, i immediately turn around and kneel down by the victim, checking their pulse.

"She's got a pulse," i say relieved, "CALL AN AMBULANCE!" i shout as i held the victims head in my lap. I just kept looking around waiting for medical to get to us, Emily kneeled down beside me grabbing both my arms, i winced again after she touched the cut. She took her hand off my injury and looked at her palm.

"Y/N your bleeding!" Emily said even more worried than before, i've never heard or seen her this way before.

"i'm fine Emily." i said with a stern voice, still holding the victim, trying to keep them alive. The medics came running and took the nearly lifeless body off of my lap, i stayed still for a while, trying to process of what just happened. Emily kept trying to talk to me but i had completely zoned out until she finally shook me out of it.

"Y/N!" she said trying to shake me without hurting the wound. "Y/N we need to get you stitched up so you don't loose too much blood, you've got quite a deep cut Y/N." you could hear the worry in her voice.

Still holding onto me, Emily helped lift me up, she turned me to face herself. "Hey, look at me" she said trying to regain my attention. i looked her in the eyes with an emotionless facial expression, i re-gained my focus on everything around me. i shook myself out of her hold and stepped back.

"i'm fine, i'm okay." i turned around and began to walk towards the exit of the warehouse, i held my arm as i headed out, trying to stop the blood.

Emily ran after me eagerly, she beat me outside due to her running and me walking. "can we get a medic over here?" Prentiss shouted as she waved her arm and started pointing at me like i was a new animal at the zoo.

"i don't need a medic Emily, its just a graze," I said annoyed, i rolled my eyes and started to walk away, letting go of my arm.

"No Y/N, your going to get the cut taken a look at and you are going to sit down and take a breathe while someone does," Emily put her foot down, i turned my whole body to face her, i didn't know how to react to her saying this, she was annoyed but she was annoyed because she cared.

"fine" i threw my hand down beside me that was once holding the wound, Emily smiled and sighed as someone came over with a medical bag. i walked over to the back of the ambulance and took seat whilst i watched Hotch walk over to Emily.

They began to chat but both looked relieved after the outcome of the current situation. 5 minutes passed and Agent Prentiss walked over to me, giving me a soft smile and me returning one.

"you know, i didn't need this cut looked at, it's not that bad," i say trying to look at the wound on my arm but couldn't quite reach it due to the pain. i tried not to make a noise due to the agony but my face did otherwise, i tried to cool it off cool by smiling but just looked like i was in more pain.

"and that face tells me otherwise," she smirks as she points at my face, i laugh a little and she joins in.

10 minutes later the medic has stitched me back up and i put my FBI jacket back on. "so what did you do?" Morgan smirks as he walks up to me "how did you kick their ass without using your gun Y/L/N?" he askes finally reaching me.

"Oh Derek, you should know i'm not just a pretty face, i could probably kick your ass if i tried!" i smirked, saying it in a sarcastic tone of voice. Emily let out a loud giggle with both me and Morgan joining in afterwards, i looked up at Emily and her eyes met mine, not looking away from each others gaze, we both let out a smile, without even noticing it.

" Thank you," i said to Her, still not looking away, she looked confused as to why i just thanked her.

"are you being nice to me Agent Y/L/N?" Emily asked sarcastically, sarcasm seems to be a constant thing in our conversations.

"no never." i smirked, gazing into her eyes "not a chance."

AUTHORS NOTES: its now 4:20 am and i still have two more chapters to write, i might write some tomorrow but i do not want to sleep. Hope you are enjoying the story, if you have any suggestions then please comment. i'm still trying to include flirty parts but then some jokes as well so it doesn't rush into the friendship or relationship. please comment if you like something, i love feedback!!