profiling 202 | emily prentiss x reader

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hello hellooooo! i'm currently half asleep typing this. my volunteer hours are really starting to get to me. my feet have been aching for days. someone wake me up in a month so i can get some sleep🙂

not proofread because absolutely not✨

happy readings and stay safe besties! -salem🤍

TW: anxiety, mentions of death
word count: 3264

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"Okay, one more," Emily said and smiled innocently. Y/n groaned as she finished folding the laundry in front of her. She watched as Emily reached over and grabbed one of the blue flash cards. "No, babe! You know I fucking hate those blue flashcards."

"Well, you wouldn't hate them if you knew them," Emily said and raised her eyebrows. "I only make them complicated to test you. Plus, you will need to actually do some profiling when you're out in the field."

"What I need is coffee and sleep," Y/n mumbled as she threw down the folded shirt on the pile of other neatly placed laundry. Emily smiled as she grabbed the handful of clothes and set the card down on the nightstand away from Y/n.

"It's easy. Two victims were found only a day apart, both shot in the forehead. One is a doctor at the local hospital and the other is his wife. You've got three possibly unsubs for this case. First one is a fifty-two male, no signs of violent history in the past, and is recently grieving the death of his brother. Second is a thirty-three year old male, ex-convict, with a history of drinking and driving. Third is a twenty-five year old female who is the daughter of the victims. What are your thoughts?" Emily asked and quickly stuffed everything into the designated chest of drawers. Y/n groaned and gripped the edge of her laundry basket. She looked up at the ceiling before tossing her head around. She could see the floating red text right in front of her, but it was blurry.

"Oh! Oh! It's uh—it's an injustice collector! The first guy is probably targeting the hospital because that's where his brother died. The second doesn't make sense because theres a massive jump between a DUI and homicide. The daughter doesn't make sense because of lack of detail," Y/n said and looked over at Emily. The raven-haired woman smiled triumphantly before holding her hand up. Y/n gladly high-fived her as an uncontrollable smile crept up on her face.

"That's my girl," Emily whispered before tugging Y/n into her embrace. The young woman squealed before Emily silenced her with a kiss. Y/n's hands went immediately into her hair, forcing Emily to stay in this sloppy, lustful kiss.

"Do I get a reward?" Y/n asked softly against Emily's lips. "Specifically, a reward that rhymes with smex."

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"I'm going to murder your phone and you for setting an alarm this time," Y/n huffed and shoved Emily back playfully. The raven-haired woman leaned over and kissed Y/n's neck once before heading off into the living room. Y/n quickly tossed the folded laundry into the basket to deal with later. She followed after Emily who was slipping on her heeled boots. "I cannot believe you're leaving me high and dry."

"You know I'd love to spend the day with you, but I have a lot of meetings to have with this new guy. The department wants me to be nice, so I am trying," Emily said and stood up straight. She headed over to the nearby mirror and fixed her collar to make it seem more smoother. "I figured I'd make the team happy with the changes by bringing them something sweet."

"And when will I get my something sweet?" Y/n asked and crossed her arms. Emily turned to her before running her thumb over her bottom lip. The young woman practically melted in her hand. Emily smirked proudly, effectively snapping Y/n out of her trance. "Doing that thumb thing doesn't mean I instantly stop being mad at you. You're so mean sometimes."