Emily Prentiss One-Shots

Emily/Reader**

Title: What a Way to Care - demonicbaby666 (Ao3) 

Summary: Emily and y/n had a complicated work relationship. Emily (her boss) doesn't hide her distain for the younger woman. Every time she feels a sense of pride it seems her boss rips it away and labels it as not good enough.

Rating - Mature 

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Y/n had been working at the BAU for a year, she'd grown immensely close to everyone, except one person. Emily Prentiss, the unit chief. For some reason the woman always gave her the cold shoulder and time after time dismissed her. The worst part of all was she didn't try to hide it.

She'd never outwardly done anything to annoy the older woman, nor had she undermined her authority in any shape or form. Usually y/n could take it on the nose and continue with her head held high. Unfortunately, enough was enough and she'd reached her limit during the current case they were working on.

The raven-haired woman had taken it upon herself to shout at the young woman in front of the whole team. All she'd done was follow orders and went in behind the SWAT team, but apparently it was her fault she'd been shot at.
It took JJ and Tara interfering for Emily to finally back off. Though before they came the argument got heated and it was the first-time y/n had raised her voice and sworn at her boss, it was safe to say, she'd lost all her composure. After getting patched up by the EMT's, JJ drove y/n to the hotel and helped drop her stuff in her room. She reassured the blonde she was fine being alone and didn't really want company. So, JJ reluctantly left.

As she fell back onto the bed she admired the small bandage on her arm, thankfully the bullet only grazed her arm, though that didn't seem to matter to Emily.
"It doesn't matter whether it was serious or not! You got shot and you need to be more fucking careful!" were the exact words the unit chief used. Y/n winced thinking about the harsh tone Emily used and the blame she irrefutably placed on her.

She didn't have a lot of time to process the conversation as three loud knocks came booming from her hotel door. Letting out a sigh she stood up and approached the peephole to see who had the audacity to annoy her now. Black hair came into view and y/n instinctively rolled her eyes. There was no way she had the energy for round two or suffer the consequences of their previous altercation.

"Can this fucking wait till the morning Prentiss?" The words sassily slipped from her lips before she knew what she had even said. Her hand came up over her mouth as the realisation of what she'd said dawned on her.

"I'm going to let that slip, just open the door y/l/n," there was a small pause, "please."

Y/n was too taken back by the sudden pleasantry that she reached out to unlock the door, not bothering to open it herself. Emily opened the door and walked in as y/n made her way to the couch to sit down, zero effort was made to acknowledge the older woman who was now leaning against the wall in front of her.

She started to play with a loose string on the sofa, finding it very intriguing all of a sudden. The silence was becoming uncomfortable, but she wasn't about to say shit, not after the way Emily treated her. She was the one who wanted to come in for some reason, whatever that reason was she couldn't care less. That was Emily's problem.

"About today..." Emily started. Y/n glared up at the older woman through her lashes, blank faced. She raised her eyebrows and blinked a couple times waiting for Emily to continue. "You shouldn't have gone in like you did."

Y/n clenched her jaw, if this was going to happen, if Emily was going to repeat the same bullshit she pulled earlier, the young woman would be beyond pissed. The thought alone was causing her blood to boil. She flared her nostrils, and finally raised her head to fully give the woman all her attention. She made sure not to mask any emotions boiling to the surface like she usually did, because this would not be like the other times, she wouldn't let it.