Don't let go - Emily Prentiss & y/n

The profiler gets profiled

TW: talks of anxiety and misogyny

As I said in the last part, I won't be going into too much detail about cases so apologies for that! Sorry this one's so long, I just didn't want to put two jet rides in chapters next to each other. Writing in italics is your thoughts :)

After making yourself a coffee on the jet, you headed to a corner by yourself where you could gather your thoughts and try not to embarrass yourself even more. Hotch had been through the case with you all and had requested that you and JJ check out the disposal site once you got there.

Nothing like dumpster diving first thing in the morning.

Reaching into your bag, you pulled out your noise-cancelling headphones and popped them on, moving closer to the window in the hope no one would think you looked silly with them on. You flicked through your playlist and settled on 'Hills have eyes' by POORSTACY. As you got into the song you turned the headphones up to max, laid your head back and gazed out the window.

🎵No sleep
In California
Cause the hills have eyes
And they're looking for you
They're right around the corner🎵

Something in the corner of your eye caught your attention and you turned to see Agent Prentiss waving at you from the side of the seat in front. You scrambled to get your headphones off and turned your music down, realising how loud it was through the headphones once they were off.

"Hey, you seemed like you were miles away then!" Prentiss sat down in front of you, looking at you like she was expecting something.

"Sorry, it's been a long day."

"Y/n, it's 8am!"

You fucking idiot.

"Exactly!" You said it sarcastically with a big smile so she'd think you were joking, but in reality you weren't. It had started to feel like every day was just a continuation from the last, and sleep, whilst you seldom got it, went so fast it felt as if it didn't even happen. Emily laughed at your sarcasm.

"Whatcha listening to that's got you so in your head anyway?" She looked down and pointed at your headphones.

"Oh nothing much."

You won't know it.

"Now why do I feel like that's your way of telling me you don't want me to know what you listen to?" You tried to protest but for a second nothing came to mind. She was right.

Please drop it.

"No, it's not like that. I just... don't think you'd like it." She looked you in the eyes and lingered there for a minute.

I always hated my brown eyes but on her they look so good.

"You underestimate me y/n. Come on, hand it over." She held her hand out facing upwards and slapped her fingers to her palm expectantly.

"Oh no... really. I'm not trying to be rude, I just don't think..."

"What are you afraid of?"

You. This eye contact. Sharing my music taste with someone I've only just met. What you think of me...

To prevent this moment from continuing and to divert her attention away from you for a minute, you reluctantly handed her your headphones. She plopped them on around her head and signalled for you to press play.

How does she even make giant headphones look good?

After you made sure the volume wasn't too high and started the song from the beginning, you followed the lyrics on Spotify as she was listening to them. You were glad of the distraction from her eye contact as you looked down at your phone.