when we were young, emily prentiss

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠; 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬, 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭

Davina's POV

I KNOCK A COUPLE OF TIMES on Penelope's apartment door, then step away. It only takes a few moments before I hear the bolt slide across, and the door open. I'm met with Penelope's wide grin and drunken glossy eyes, "Davina!" She shouts my name excitedly, beckoning me in, "Please, welcome to my not-so-humble abode."

"Thank you for having me," I smile. Hanging my jacket with hers, I follow her through the impressively decorated living room and to the kitchen, where Emily and JJ chat.

JJ pushes herself off the kitchen counter she's perched on, her cheeks a tinge of pink consistent with the drink she was holding. "Davina, you look incredible." She smiles, pulling me into a hug. I wrap one arm around her, aware that I was precariously carrying my saving grace for the night in my other hand- two bottles of wine.

"Thank you," I reply lightly. I pull away and take Penelope and JJ in, "So do you both." I say. They both truly did look stunning, they weren't my type generally, but I could appreciate their effortless beauty.

My eyes fall on Emily leaning against the counter, I couldn't deny she looked good. She looked gorgeous actually. I had never doubted that. She was the blueprint for my type, and despite the air of tension which still loomed, and the awful things which happened between us, I knew I couldn't hide the pure attraction that I had for her, have always had for her. She looked me up and down, and it didn't take a profiler to know she thought the same thing.

I pull the bottles from under my arm, "Wine?" I offer as a truce for the night.

She straightens up and gulps down the rest of her drink, before outstretching her empty glass with a smirk, "Hit me."

I bite back a smile, maybe this wouldn't be too bad.

I was one and a half bottles in, and one hundred percent feeling it. We had migrated to the living room, and Penelope had suspiciously disappeared to the kitchen.

"And it was just so good. I couldn't believe it" JJ sighs, finishing off her drink.

I hadn't realised I'd zoned out, "What was so good?" I ask, intrigued.

"The sex." She grins, "If I'm going to marry that man for anything, it's that."

I shake my head, shifting in the plush armchair I had made myself comfortable in, "Wait who's this again?"

"A detective down in New Orleans." Emily answers after swigging the last of what was in her glass, "I give you blessing for the wedding as long as you don't swap Jareau for La'Montegue."

"Again, that is not his name." JJ chuckles, before her eyes widen, "And that is dangerous." I look across to what she's talking about, seeing Penelope walk over with a tray full of shots of what looked to be pure vodka.