Hope for the Hopeless [Jemily]

Heaven On Earth

May 5, 2007 (12 years later)
— Emily's POV
"Fuck you! Shut the hell up! Just... shut... up! Piece of shit!" I yelled repeatedly, half asleep, at my alarm clock as I abused it for waking me up so early.  It finally stopped chirping so I groaned, "Thank you, bitch." My arm mindlessly flopped onto my nightstand and blindly started feeling around for my cellphone. A little piece of me died when I realized I had to get out of bed— today was my first day starting a new job.

I stretched my limbs and cracked some joints before reluctantly getting up and trudging to my bathroom. Still somewhat sleepy, I completed my morning routine and set off for my closet. What makes a good impression on the first day? White is too dressy. All black is too... me. I settled on a maroon top and simple black slacks and fixed my hair into natural, loose curls. Set. I grabbed a banana and ate it in my car on the way to the FBI headquarters in Quantico, VA. The commute was a good 40 minutes from my house in DC. Luckily, I found a spot pretty close to the door and arrived right at 9:00 am. Hopped in the elevator and up to the sixth floor I went.

The silver doors slid open and I was met by the words "Behavioral Analysis Unit" printed onto a large pane of glass. I took a deep breath and walked into the bullpen, looking around for the office I was instructed to go to. When I couldn't find it, I stepped a couple feet away and tapped a gentleman on the shoulder.

"Excuse me?"

He turned around and smiled, "Yes, can I help you?"

I fangirled and exclaimed, "Oh my god! You're David Rossi!"

"That would be me."

"I-I'm such a huge fan, I've read all of your books."

"I'm flattered... And you are?"

"I'm a new agent with the BAU. The name's Emily." I reached out and shook his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Emily. You settling in okay?"

"Not yet, actually, I'm supposed to talk to an Agent Hotchner first?"

"Ah. He's right up there." He pointed up the steps of the walkway to an office. I followed his direction and headed up there, knocking on the door once I arrived.

I heard a muffled, "Come in," from behind the door, so I creaked it open and let myself inside.

"Hi, Agent Hotchner, I'm Agent Emily Prentiss."

"Ah, yes, please have a seat." I smiled and sat down in front of his desk. "Oh you're uh, Ambassador Prentiss' daughter? I did security clearances for your mother's staff. It was one of my first commands. I believe you were off to Brown at the time?"

"Actually, it was Yale."

"Right."

I chuckled, "I've been in the bureau almost 10 years now."

"Don't tell me that. Has it been that long?"

"Apparently, sir. But I worked mostly in the midwest. St. Louis, Chicago."

"Good. Your parents well?"

I swallowed hard but nodded, "Yeah, yeah, they're great."

"Excellent. Well let's get you started here uh, I already have a desk set aside for you. Here's a nameplate for you, as well as your badge and gun. As you already know from your interview, we brief cases at 10:00 most mornings. You'll learn the rest of the ropes as the days go by but I'll let you get acquainted with our facility and the rest of the team." He stood up and reached out to shake my hand.

I smiled and respectfully accepted the gesture, "Thank you, sir. I'm really looking forward to it."

"I'll call in our technical analyst to show you around. Normally I'd ask our liaison but she's in a budget meeting now I believe." I nodded and waited patiently as he dialed a phone number. "Hi, Garcia, can you come to my office please? There's a new agent with the BAU and I'd like you to show her around... Thank you." He hung up and smiled at me, "She'll be here in a minute."