when we were young, emily prentiss

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖: 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠: 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡

TW: case talk (bombs), because of a somewhat spoiler to the chapter i am not writing one of the triggers- if you would like to know it before reading then message me and i'll let you know (it is something spoken about in criminal minds)

Davina's POV

"DAVINA, DAVINA, WAKE UP."

My head is clouded by a high-pitched ringing, distorting the voice I begin to hear. I blink past the darkness, vision blurred as I attempt to familiarise myself with my surroundings. I'm on the floor, and my head hurts, but the thing which shocks me the most is seeing Emily's face hovering above mine.

"Vina, come on, get with it." She grabs my shoulders and gives them a shake.

I bring my hand to my head, "I'm fine, I'm fine." I whisper firmly, shooing her off me and sitting up.

"Thank fuck." Emily collapses to sit beside me, holding her head in her hands.

I check myself over for injuries, happy to find all my limbs intact, and most of my skin still in place. "I didn't know you cared so much."

"I may not be enthralled by your existence in my life right now, but I don't want you to be dead." She mumbles, wincing as she stands, "Also Hotch would kill me."

I squint to look around the room, it was grey and stripped from the bomb, although it wasn't completely destroyed. There were a few flames and piles of debris, but from the looks of things, this bomb was much weaker than the others.

I take a quick glance at her, "Are you okay?" I ask.

She nods, picking up the gun which must have fallen from her belt in the impact, "I think so." She looks down at me for a second, "Are you?"

"Yeah, nothing I can't deal with." I check my gun and phone are still in their places, before noticing the other body a few feet away from us, "But he's not."

"He was the target." She mutters, "The bomb must have been placed right at his desk."

I let out a breath, massaging my temples as pain seers through my head, "You know what that means though, the UNSUB was here."

"Or still is." She says quietly.

After a few moments, she extends her hand out to me on the floor. I look at it hesitantly, but after a sharp glare from her, I take it, letting her pull me up to stand.

She waits until I'm stable before letting go, but I still have to take a second to re-orientate myself, clutching onto the side of my head. "Can you phone Derek to check he's alright? He was outside." I ask her.

She hums a yes, bringing out her phone. But when the ringing of mine makes me wince, I catch her eyes giving me a double take, "You could have a concussion."