I Know Places ~ Emily Prentiss

Chapter 22 !!

CW: Smut, guns, violence, threats || Italics = journal entries

*Property of Lauren Reynolds*

Step 1: Receive invitation.

"This feels just like the old days," Emily commented with distaste as she pinched at the tight fabric clinging to her hips. "I really don't understand how people with so much money still manage to host such boring events." She picked up the formal invitation from Doyle, her eyes following the ink on the page. She had known weeks ago, but now she held the thick piece of paper with gold trim and curly writing in her own hand.

"By just like the old days, are you referring to our history of attending events for people we don't like wearing heels and at least three weapons?" You laughed, watching her strut in circles in front of the mirror. "At least this will be your last one," you added optimistically, approaching from behind her.

She reached back without turning her head to drape your arms around her shoulders. "How many buttons?" She drawled into your ear, guiding your hand to the collar of her dress. You softly raised an eyebrow, tapping the plastic buttons with your fingernail. "Have you not heard of my very scientific button system?" She gasped lightly in fake shock as you smiled against her neck. " Okay then I guess I'll have to run you through it." One button is regular work." She started loosening the highest button. Two is probably Doyle work, and three is free drinks at the bar. Anything below that is for your eyes only."

"Oh, I get special privileges." You laughed in between soft kisses on her collarbone. Sinking down into your knees, Emily tangled her hands in your hair as you found the high slit in your dress. Sliding the fabric out of the way, she sucked in a breath as your hands rested on her hipbones.

"I'm pretty sure this was not part of the escape plan." She whispered between scattered breaths as her eyes raked down your body. When you slowly kissed her lower stomach, not quite low enough between her legs, she tugged on the handful of your hair in her hands. Planting your fingers in the flesh of her thighs, Emily pressed her hands against the wall above you as your tongue curled inside her cunt. She guided your head down, pulling lightly whenever you hit her clit. "Fuck, good girl." Her voice was airy, and you responded to her sharp inhales accordingly, your tongue flicking against her clit, faster with every gasp.

Gripping the back of her legs strongly, she leaned against the wall as they began to shake. Upon flattening your tongue against her folds, she reached a fast orgasm by grinding down on your mouth. She looked down, catching the eager look in your eyes, swearing as she came. Once she caught her breath, she leaned down to kiss the soft smirk off your face.

"Now we're definitely going to be late." She grinned, letting you know she really wasn't concerned at all. Slipping her heels back on, the two of you scrambled around the apartment to make up for lost time.

2. Murder (and maybe a martini on the way)

Wandering around the first floor, you discovered that Doyle's house was grand enough that you were in his home for half an hour before you and Emily ran into him.

You had let Emily take the lead, standing by your side as she mingled with a few groups throughout the crowd. The second she disappeared to refill her drink, you turned at the feeling of a rough grip on your upper arm. Whipping around, you were met with icy blue eyes and a blank stare. You stood there tensely, as if daring him to cause a scene at his own event. There was no efficient way he could drag you out of the room.

Glancing over your shoulder, you say Emily was held up by a couple at the bar. "Relax, I was simply going to ask you to dance," he groveled, setting down his glass to offer out his palms.

The music remained at a steady, slow beat, but his movements increased with such force that it took all your focus to stay on your feet. " Lauren has refused to move in with me. It's the one thing she won't budge on, and I know you have something to do with it."

You feigned a look of cluelessness. "What would I have to do with it? She's an intelligent person; surely you know—or at least I know—that she can make decisions for herself." Spinning forward lessened the space between the two of you enough to drop your voice to a whisper. "Or I assume it could be possible that she might just prefer my company more."

Taking advantage of his shock, you loosened your hands from his grip, quickly disappearing in the crowd and waving through pairs of dance partners toward where you had last spotted Emily.

She recognized the panic on your face instantly, scrambling up and setting down her drink. Brushing a hand across your mouth, you leaned in to talk to her. "Let's just say now would be a good time to carry this out before we end up dead."

"Men and their anger issues. They're so sensitive." Emily's huff dissipated into a fleeting but telling smile as the two of you left the main rooms behind. Your fingertips rested down by your hip, twitching to grab the gun at your side. Emily's behavior mirrored yours.

Just as her hand closed around the doorknob leading to your escape, the distinct sound of a loaded gun clicked behind you. Whipping around, two weapons were drawn and facing the man of everyone's nightmares before he could blink.

Surprisingly, the first words out of his mouth weren't a threat, a compromise, or even a plea. Yet again, his first thought was to defend his prideful ego. "I knew you were too good to be true."

Emily scoffed, her arm steady out in front of her. "And you're just figuring this out. No woman would approach you in a musty bar, let alone stay with you, after displaying all the traits of a psychopath within the first two weeks. Clearly, delusion clouds us all." She spit out her words harshly, months of pent-up anger pouring off her tongue.

As if you were watching everything in slow motion, Emily's fingers quivered with restraint as she lowered the tip of her gun, firing a bullet into his foot. If you were in her position, you couldn't guarantee that you could do the same.

Grabbing your arm, she rushed you away, kicking Doyle's gun across the tile floor with her heel on the way. Still acting on adrenaline, she practically splintered the door on her way out. As you sprinted for your lives, you could hear her whispering under her breath. Almost there, almost there...

Step 3. Blow up a car (my favorite part) - L.R

Reaching the black car parked at the very end of Doyle's property, you scrambled into the car, spotting him hobbling outside with a raised weapon through the rearview mirror. You could hear Emily fiddling around in the back seat. The tires screeched beneath you as you accelerated past the black iron gates.

"We have three seconds; go for the grass." 3... you served into the courtyard. 2. Both your seatbelts clicked with your hands on the door handles. 1

Both of you leapt from the vehicle, running roughly onto the ground a few feet away from the car. In the last few seconds, Emily rolled farther away, yanking you with her. Heat blazed against your faces as the car went up in flames. You and Emily wore matching scraped-up limbs but were overall unscathed. She collapsed against you, not bothering to look back at Doyle's horrified face, taking a few seconds to hold you tightly before you had to run to a nearby parked car, ready to take you to the airport.

Ready?
Ready

Step 4: Join the BAU

~ Lauren's Escape Plan: A 4-Step Guide