One Last Case (Emily x reader)

Episode four

"Don't give up before the miracle happens." - Fannie Flagg

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Emily pov

As i come into the bullpen it's quiet, unusual, and empty, weird. I walk on auto, like i've most of the days these last two years. I shouldn't, but i do. And it's not like they don't notice it to. If they only knew how many times i pulled her up in my contacts, i haven't even removed the heart next to it. How many times i've wanted to call her because she's the one i used to talk to all the time. For ever panic attack, ever bad case or just a generally bad day. For ever case that went great with no further casualties, for ever holliday and birthdays, for ever good day. Practically every day. But still i can't bear to press the button. Honestly it's pathetic, the whole thing, me.

I don't realise it at first but i've put down my bag by my desk, pulled out my phone but not sat down. I pulled out her contact again. Maybe if i call her she'll come and help us with the case. Or it'll only make her not want to come. I shouldn't be like this, it was she who left. Everything was going great, or at least that's what i thought.

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"Prentiss, you're late" Hotch says from the door by the round room. They're all in there, that's why it was so empty and quiet.

"Sorry" i drop the necklace i had started fiddling with unconsciously. I wonder if she still wears her half, or more likely, that she's moved on. Penelope had told me that Y/n had asked her not to talk about me, but i don't know what means. If it's good or really bad. If it's because she hates me and can't stand me anymore or is it because she can't move on if she's constantly reminded of me. Even though her name has, for some reason, been banned from the office i can't move on. Maybe because i pass her empty desk every day, because i pass the chair she used to sit in, because i still can't sleep in the bed we used to share. I haven't had the heart to change anything, because there still this stupid part of me that hopes that everything is just a bad dream and everything will go back to how it was.

Hotch waves me after him and i put my phone down on my desk, facing down, before i follow him into the room. Pictures and files are already out, as well as everyone else on the team. They all look up, probably hoping that i'm someone else, before being disappointed and looking down to the papers again.

"What'd i miss?" i ask as i sit down, refusing to glance to the still empty chair. Why do we even have it standing here if no one uses it. It just feels cruel. And not just to me. One would think that since everything Y/n Bailey related got sort of banned from the office, that they'd take away the chair and come in with a replacement within the month. There's been interviews but nothing more than that. A few test agents from the academy, but no stickers.

"Earlier this morning, the residents living out on Carthage Buff Road by the Amite River outside of New Orleans, woke up to a rather nasty surprise." Penelope answers, looking away from all the horrible pictures of death and destruction.

"Three female bodies, two are still not identified, but the most recent one is confirmed to be Wanda Lynn. She's only been dead a few days and was taken on the 17th of June this year"

"Meaning that there is a big chance the rest are alive" JJ says as more on confirmation than a question.

"Are we going down there? Since it's probably where they work" Morgan asks as he looks up.

"We'll wait a few more hours before making the flight, see if she makes it" Hotch answer and we all know who he's talking about. There is no need to say her name.

"She said she wasn't coming" i say and they're as surprised as me that i'm speaking about it. "I mean, what are the chances really that she'll come. She doesn't want anything to do with this case"