hiatus.
you still look like a movie,
you still sound like a song,
my god, this reminds me,
of when we were young.
criminal minds fan fiction
childhood best friends to enemies to lovers
emily prentiss x oc
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TW: case talk (murder, sexual assault)
Davina's POV
SHE LOOKED THE SAME.
Older, yes, but it was undeniably her. Dark hair curled over her shoulders, somehow not destroyed by the excessive crimping of our teenage years, cheekbones high, mouth agape as our eyes lock for the first time in 20 years. For a moment, it's just us, my periphery destroyed as I blink to make sure it was really her. It was, and that was the issue.
She shut her mouth, subtly narrowing her eyes at me. I did the same. The action was unnoticeable to the others in the room, who had began to shuffle and sit down around us, but it spoke enough words to know that what happened between us wasn't forgotten.
Gulping down the simmering emotions, I re-entered the room, extending my hand. "Nice to meet you, Emily," I say with the best smile I can muster, although it's difficult to do that when the person you're speaking to is one you prayed to never meet again.
She followed my lead, outstretching her hand forward. Our fingers clasped together slowly, palms spreading against each other as we shook them. Some people may not be able to distinguish the smile she put on, but I knew her face well enough to know that there couldn't have been a colder greeting, "And you, Agent Kavanagh."
She drops my hand first; quickly wiping her palms on the sides of her shirt. I dragged a chair out from the table, taking a seat with the others as Emily did the same. Our eyes didn't leave one another, was she trying to intimidate me? She must know me well enough to know that it won't work. "So, Davina." JJ pulled me away from Emily's stare, "I've heard lots about your work at CTU, it's impressive, why did you decide to transfer?"
I let out a heavy breath, leaning backwards in my seat, "I just wanted a fresh start, and when my boss said that Strauss was looking for another agent, it seemed like the perfect chance to break away and try something new."
"Isn't it a bit of a step-down? CTU is not easy business." Derek joins in from across the table, "I mean you could probably do this in your sleep."
I shrug, "It's different than CTU, there's less focus on profiling there, and more on just getting out and finding whoever's responsible. My old teammate always said they needed to put me on a leash."
Derek laughed, pointing at me, "You're my kind of girl. I could do with some more muscle around here."
An onslaught of arguments were quickly shot back at him for that comment. I liked how they felt comfortable enough to make jokes like that, my old team had a similar attitude, which made it a much nicer environment to work in. However, I'm reminded of my predicament when my gaze falls back on her. Our eyes lock again, I think we were both in shock. From the outskirts of Indianapolis, what were the chances of us both ending up in Quantico, working in the same building, in the same team. Whatever puppeteer is pulling the strings must be having a right old laugh about this.
