Emily Prentiss One-Shots

Emily/Fiona Duncan

Title: eyes to see the world surrounding me - LtTanyaBoone (AO3)

Summary: Emily and Fiona have been hooking up for a while, but the profiler has realized that their arrangement needs to come to an end.

"Emily got to her feet and crossed her arms tightly over her middle as she started to pace the motel room. The profiler pressed down her arms over her stomach, the slight discomfort hopefully helping to stop the rapid acceleration of her thoughts. God, if she didn't get a handle on this soon, if she couldn't manage to slow them down, she'd end up getting sick, and she simply refused to do that, not over something as stupid as, as this.

But it wasn't. It wasn't stupid, wasn't dumb. Quite the contrary, actually. It was big and important, and it was making her freak out."

Rating: Mature

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Emily reached up and ran her hands through her dark hair. The profiler suddenly gave a hard pull at the tresses, hoping that it would help to pull her out of, well, whatever the fuck this was.

Spiral, the voice at the back of her head said. The one that sounded suspiciously like her therapist, the woman she'd been seeing ever since she took over the BAU Unit Chief position. You're spiraling, Emily, it reminded her in a low tone. Catastrophizing. Now why are you doing this?

"Shut up," the profiler mumbled as she shook her head. Emily got to her feet and crossed her arms tightly over her middle as she started to pace the motel room. The profiler pressed down her arms over her stomach, the slight discomfort hopefully helping to stop the rapid acceleration of her thoughts. God, if she didn't get a handle on this soon, if she couldn't manage to slow them down, she'd end up getting sick. She'd end up puking, and she simply refused to do that, not over something as stupid as, as this.

But it wasn't. It wasn't stupid, wasn't dumb. Quite the contrary, actually. It was big and important, and it was making her freak the fuck out.

"Fuck!" Emily hissed. She reached up and ran her hand through her hair again before she whirled around at the sound of a faint knocking on the door. A moment later, the sound of a keycard being inserted followed, and then a soft beep. The handle turned, and instinctively, Emily's hand shot to her hip, where the brunette usually kept her gun. But her service weapon was at home, safely locked away in the gun safe. She'd put it there, before she'd changed out of the pantsuit she'd worn to work. Changed into a nice blouse, and a skirt, and then gone to grab her keys and wallet and promptly headed out again.

She'd driven to the motel, the same one they'd been at so many times before. The one they had a room permanently rented out, splitting the cost between the two of them. One of them paid in cash (always cash, no cards ever, that was their rule), and always up front, for the whole month. And then the next month, the other would cover the cost, and then the month after that, it would be the others turn again.

"Sorry I'm late," Fiona said as she closed the door behind herself, leaning against it for a brief moment.

"Traffic was a nightmare," the brunette offered before she shifted. The attorney moved and braced her hand against the wood of the door, holding herself up as Fiona lifted one of her long legs and took of her high heel, allowing it to drop to the floor rather unceremoniously.

Three-hundred dollar shoes. Emily knew, she'd heard Fiona groan about the price tag once. Three hundred dollars, and the only reason the younger woman actually wore those ridiculous heels, was because she had a certain image to uphold, to maintain when she went into a courtroom and argued in front of a jury.

"Hm," Emily hummed softly, the agent's tongue darting out to wet her lips. She'd thought that she was over it. Over this, this stupid crush that she'd had on the other woman, when they were both younger. And honestly, Emily had been great. Really. Well, okay, mostly, mostly she'd been fine. But then she'd come back to the States, and her and Fiona had started talking again. Really talking, not those brief Emails and exchanges they'd had over the years. With both of them, with Emily and Fiona both in the same city again now, they had regular contact, and despite both their rather busy schedules, the two women had actually started to talk, to have regular interactions again that went beyond exchanging greetings and talking about the weather. And as they did, Emily found her stupid crush returning. Found it come back full force, hitting her out of the blue. And now... now it wasn't a crush anymore.