Just a bunch of short stories about y/n and emily
Tw will be included if necessary!
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____ "𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗲?" ____
"Have you lost your damn mind!" The brunette yelled as you exited the interrogation room.
A white male in his late 30's had been killing multiple women after assaulting them in their own homes. The the team had caught the man who you were certain was your unsub but without a confession you'd have to release him soon and time was running out so you had made a split second decision to go into the room and do everything in your power to walk out with a confession in hand.
You had walked into the room and sat down in front of the man leaning over the table in your low cut shirt in hope of making him talk, because let's be real a man like that wouldn't say no to a pretty woman. He had smirked confidently and made some gross comments (as expected) and you had flirted a bit with him to fuel his ginormous ego which had worked surprisingly well. When he didn't start talking you grew impatient and decided to speed up the process by sitting down on the table in front of him, running your fingers over the mans chest as he was stroking your inner thigh and you tried to not throw up right then and there.
You did your best to act flirtatious despise the fact that you were a lesbian and had zero interest in men but you managed the pull it off. Soon enough you had gotten the confession you needed and exited the room with a proud smirk splattered across your face. well..it didn't last very long because just as the door slammed shut after you your girlfriend had grabbed your arm and dragged you into her office where you were now sitting on a black leather couch as she was yelling at you.
"I was doing my job and making sure a murder and a rapist didn't get released!" you defended yourself feeling annoyed at the fact that she was so worked up over this.
Emily was not having it, she was absolute furious with her girlfriend for stepping into that room alone with a man that dangerous, the anger and frustration only came from a place of worry of course.
"Flirting with serial killers is not your job!" She said raising her voice while pacing around the room.
You knew she had a point in that statement but what else were you supposed to do? At lest you got the confession, that was all that mattered.
