One Last Case (Emily x reader)

Episode six

"It's all about... getting back up and getting back to work and striving to be the best you can be." - Robbie Lawler

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Y/n pov

Even with the case now fresh in my mind, the planning, the new course of action. I can't stop thinking about how my room is still intact, no new roommate, everything is just as I left it. And the couch is someone sleeping on the couch, and it's not a roommate or date. Emily Prentiss does not sleep in her own bed, and I don't think she has in a really long time. I don't know whether to feel happy or sad about that. I left, I should feel guilty. But she still wears the necklace. She probably thinks I didn't see it, but I did. No, maybe she wears it because the team goes for us, not because of what it means to us specifically. This whole thing makes me want to cry. I just want to kiss her, even if she wants nothing to do with me. I've hurt her so much I don't think she'll ever recover from it. Even if she lets me explain why I left, I will always have broken her. And that fact will forever have broken me. Am I not right? That she will never forgive me. If she did? I don't know what I would do, if she somehow managed to forgive me I would never let go of us again.

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"Let's meet with the captain and then we'll split up" Hotch says to us all as we enter the police department of New Orleans. The first one to meet us is the receptionist, she has a pretty smile but tired eyes. We show our badges and she leads us quietly into the captain's office.

"Agents, I'm Captain Bryant" A tall and old man greets us, standing up. He looks to be tired. And his uniform could use a little change. I can't tell if it's too big or too small, it's tight around some places but loose around others. And it's pretty visible.

"Captain, I'm SSA Aaron Hotchner, this is SSA Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, Emily Prentiss and David Rossi. Our technical analyst Penelope Garcia, Dr. Spencer Reid and agent Y/n Bailey." Hotch introduces us. I'm standing far away from Emily, next to Penelope. It feels weird not being in SSA, feels almost wrong, out of place. I guess one gets used to it. I've never once gotten introduced as an agent, I never wished to be a normal FBI agent. I came straight from the academy to profiling, and now I guess I've been a teacher. During the time I haven't been an SSA or an agent of any kind, people refer to me as Miss Bailey. Miss Robin Bailey. I used my middle name to get away from all that connected to my old life here, the life I'm currently back in. For the time being. And I can sense but I'm not the only one to feel it, the weirdness in not being an SSA. it's different if I'm not there and they don't introduce me as an SSA, what I'm actually here it's somehow wrong. It looked like Hotch felt it's wrong with his tongue as he said it.

"I'm glad you'll be able to make the trip down here. But I don't see what all the fuss is about, between the Bureau and three dead runaways." Byrant questions, shaking all of our hands except for Spencers. He sits back down into his comfortable chair on his side of the desk. It almost looks like he sits there all the way, never having a case, never being in a briefing. Just short ones, where detectives come to him asking for questions. I mean he looks to be at least fifty years old so maybe he's close to retirement. And people ask him for advice because he's been a cop for almost 30 years.

"Those three girls are some of many kidnapped during the last two years. All of them connected to a series of murders all across the country." I explain simply.

"We have tracked their location here. Tracking the unsub." Spencer continues so I don't have to. He might not always sensor his words to see if they could hurt someone. But he can still read and profile those around him, even with the rules on not profiling each other. But anyone with a pair of eyes could see that I'm not comfortable. That this case is making me uncomfortable. But still I'm here, because it's the right thing to do.