profiling 202 | emily prentiss x reader

five

hello helloooooooooo. i hope everyone is having a fantastic friday! your friendly neighborhood author is about to get ready for another work interview for a super super super important job that could open doors for my career. i'm excited and very nervous🤠

not proofread because duh✨

happy readings and stay safe besties! -salem🤍

TW: smut, 18+, strip teasing, minimal swearing
word count: 3495

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"Let me think about it."

It had been two days since Y/n had seen Candy. Needless to say, these past few days have been mental torture for Y/n. There were several bad things about going back, but there was also a good amount that were positive.

Some bad things were that the club was essentially haunted by Dallas's spirit, there was several disgusting men in there that could keep any woman out, and the hours she spent there took away time she could dedicate to the program.

However, that club and the job she had there gave her financial stability, a creative outlet, and most importantly, it was the place Y/n and Emily fell in love.

"Excuse me miss."

"I'm at your mercy."

"You, my love, are a terrible liar."

"There she is."

Y/n twirled the pen in her hand as she thought about Emily. Truthfully, Y/n had to be thankful for that place since it brought her and Emily together. Some of her most cherished memories were in those four walls. Yet, she hated that Dallas also forcefully created bad memories for Y/n in that same room.

The young woman shook her head as she tried to focus on the book in front of her. Her eyes were certainly reading the words, but they weren't actually being processed in her head. Y/n's thoughts were too loud for her to care about the difference in minimal body language indicators between psychopaths and sociopaths.

Y/n turned her head. Her eyes landing on the display of costumes she had poking out of the closet. Specifically, her eyes landed on the white one with gold accents, which was one of Emily's favorite.

"It doesn't hurt to try them on," Y/n said and got up from her seat. The young woman stripped herself of her clothes before slipping on the familiar corset piece. Y/n made her way over to the mirror and tilted her head to the side as she examined herself. "It's missing something."

The young woman went back into her closet, searching through the various amounts of boxes. That's when Y/n finally found the accent pieces to this particular set, matching white thigh-high stockings and gold heels. Y/n quickly slipped them on before making her way back to the mirror.

"Something is still missing," Y/n mumbled as she examined herself closely. She tossed her hair  before sighing deeply. That's when she realized what was missing. "Of course, your signature pieces."

Y/n contemplated whether or not to actually go search for the wig and mask. Those were two things that Dallas openly admitted to liking. Now, Y/n wanted to be as far away from that idea, and dead woman, as possible.

"No," Y/n said softly and made her way to the desk area. She found her good pair of gold hoops before putting them on and checking herself in the mirror. Something was still off about it. So, she went to the bathroom and decided to tackle her hair. She tried to style it the same way as the wig, but was failing at it. She decided to settle on the half up, half down look before really looking at herself in the mirror.