Warnings: extreme angst, more gun violence
December 2025 - Emily POV
Life was simply wonderful. I had never been happier than I had been for the past two and a half months. When I dropped the love bomb on y/n at Camp David, I thought she might freak out. It felt early, but both of us had been overflowing with love that it had to come out. Especially since we'd been in love with each other for months before even getting together. I couldn't believe it had only been approximately eleven months since we met. She already felt more like home than any place I'd ever lived. Moving around so much ensured no place and no one ever felt safe.
Derek and I entered the Secret Service office, chatting about Christmas plans. With y/n safe in the Oval, Green was packing up to go home. When he saw me, he said, "Hey Prentiss! I gotta ask...what the hell did you say to Athena after she ran away to put the fear of god in her? She never leaves at night anymore...kinda miss having an excuse to walk around during my shift." I chuckled, knowing exactly why y/n didn't leave anymore and exactly what she was doing in the residence recently. "And stare at that ass."
The smile dropped from my face. I shot daggers his way. I didn't appreciate misogyny in any context, but especially not in my office and ESPECIALLY not about y/n.
Before I could say anything, Derek cut in, "Be careful, Green. Emily might have to fight you. She's so gone over her." His face was friendly enough, a big smile, but his voice held a little ice in it - a warning to slow his roll. Morgan also respected y/n - and women generally - too much to objectify them like that.
I rolled my eyes, attempting to be nonchalant. "Cut it out, Morgan. I'm not gone over anyone."
"Oh really? Then Penelope and I haven't seen you makin' googly eyes at her from across the jet?" he teased.
Green, again, took the playful ribbing too far. "Yeah, what would she even want with you? She needs a real man." He puffed up his chest as if HE were the man for y/n.
"Hey, man," Derek cut in, the teasing tone of his voice gone. "What's your problem this morning? Quit being an ass - you know she's gay." He looked over at me in concern. I appreciated him checking on me, but he was getting a little too intuitive - seeing things he shouldn't and making connections that were dangerous for y/n and me.
Green walked out with a muttered, "Whatever." And, fortunately, before Derek could really give me the third-degree, my office phone rang.
"Prentiss," I answered, avoiding eye contact with Morgan.
My favorite voice sounded in my ear, "I need to talk to you about something." She sounded so formal, using her President voice, but the statement made me nervous all the same, wondering if I had done something wrong as her girlfriend.
"I'll be there momentarily, Madam President." I could almost feel her roll her eyes and then smirk through the phone. She hated when I used her title unless there were other people around. I heard her exasperated sigh, and then the phone clicked signaling the end of the call. I smiled softly.
"Saved by the bell," Derek chuckled. I smirked as I walked towards the Oval Office. I said a passing hello to Garcia on the way into y/n's office. I closed the door behind me and looked around to make sure we were alone before saying, "Good morning, Angel. I didn't see you before you left this morning."
"I gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before I left. I thought you were awake for that," she told me.
"Guess not," I said a bit sad. We promised each other no physical contact in the Oval. It was our strictest rule. I did not want to be the cause of a Clinton-like scandal for her. "So," I said, changing the subject, "Why did you call me ALL the way in here?"
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Secrets of the West Wing
RomanceY/n has been elected President of the United States and Emily Prentiss was assigned as the head of her security detail. Y/n's safety requires they remain professional and distant. But you never choose love; it chooses you. Come read how y/n and E...
