Emily Prentiss x OG character fanfic

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Hi, my name is Eva and this is my first story (that I've written, well I'm still writing it but you get the point).

Keep in mind that English is not my first language so don't judge me too much for the grammar mistakes I made ☺️

I'm not promising that I'll update soon since I'm really busy with school. I'm not even promising that I'll finish the story cuz I'm not really sure where I'm going with it. But I hope you enjoy what I've got so far.

TW: cheating, murder
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"Addie, don't make me beg," Mike looked at me with those oh-so-familiar puppy dog eyes that I almost fall for it again.

"No," I said. Plain and simple, but as always, not enough.

"Why Addie? I at least deserve an explanation after everything we've been through, after everything I've done for you." The second the words left his mouth, rage took over my body.

"After everything YOU'VE done for me?! I'm sorry, but I think you've got me confused with one of your sidekicks because you have never done anything for me. I do not have to explain myself to you, I do not have to give you a reason after ending this relationship that apparently only I cared about. YOU only care about yourself and getting laid. You messed up, you cheated, you hurt me. I am done."

"So no Mike, I'm not giving you another chance," and with those words, I grab my bags that I had packed when he was at work and walk towards the front door.

He followed me and right when I was about to open the door, he blurted out the words I'd been waiting to hear all night.

"I'm sorry, Addie."

I stopped, closed my eyes for a second, and turned to face him.

"No, Mike," I said with a calm voice, feeling the fight leave my body. "You're only sorry you got caught."

I looked him in the eyes for a second longer. Then I turned and walked out the door, not letting myself cry. Not in front of him. He doesn't deserve it.

I decide against getting a cab, feeling the need to walk, to breathe. My apartment isn't that far away from here anyway.

Looking back, I should have seen the signs. How he never asked me to move in, how I was never invited to his parties. At the time, he said I wouldn't like it, and it's true, I don't really like to party, but it would have been nice to at least get an invite.

I remember the looks his friends gave me. Sympathetic, almost guilty. How they always laughed at my jokes, even when they weren't funny.

It all seems so obvious now, and fuck, do I feel stupid. How could I be so stupid? How could I have missed the signs? So many signs.

But it's Sunday, and I have work tomorrow, so I'm going to give myself today. To cry, to feel miserable, to eat a ton of ice cream and watch romance movies.

And tomorrow, I'm going to get up, pull myself together, and throw myself into work. Because I'm good at my job, no, scratch that, I'm amazing at my job. That's what I know best, that's what I can control.

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Next morning, I was woken up by my alarm clock at 5:45 AM. I let myself lie still for five more minutes before getting out of bed.

As soon as I stood up, I started to feel a headache caused by all the crying I did the night before, so I went into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water and took some Advil to lessen the pain.