Treacherous (Emily Prentiss x Reader)

Chapter 5

a/n

ahh new update! I had no clue what to do with this, but let me know what you think of it?

thank you, and enjoy!

(June 2019)

Y/n pov

The next 2 weeks were slightly hectic. Preparing for my final exam, and my field test were keeping me busy. Not busy enough.

I was right about regretting not making my move while I had the chance. The feel of Emily's body so close to mine, her eyes staring intently, almost grasping for a cue to move; to do anything. But then I had to go and fuck it up.

The way she instantly turned to leave my room was completely and utterly sobering. The way her face completely dropped, her eyes beginning to glisten with a sign of incoming tears was almost too much. And then the broken whisper unwillingly bidding me goodnight.

It looped over and over again, taunting me to the point of tears. I lay in my bed that night tossing and turning to sitting straight on my bed back in the position I was when she left. Leaving after I told her to go.

When I finally did slip into sleep, I was plagued with the repetition of the encounter, the slight tapping of her steps from the other room, presumably pacing, serving as a metronome in my mind.

My late night allowed me the courtesy of time to formulate a plan; I had to talk to her, I had to explain. She deserved my reasoning. I cannot allow someone I care about to not have an explanation, knowing it could drive her mad.

When the morning came, I say morning, I woke up bleary eyed at around 10:40am. I surely looked a state but I didn't really care all that much. I was desperate to see the woman who had infested my every thought for the past 26 hours.

I opened the door of my room and walked down the hall with pace to the living room, to find a folded blanket and the borrowed clothes. She's gone.

My heart sank.

By now it was so heavy, it was probably floors below my apartment. Sighing, I walked into the kitchen. I was so done with today.

Leaning against the counter, I noticed an unfamiliarity on the counter; a note. Emily!

I rushed to read it, almost slipping on the laminate as I jumped to the island where the paper was sat.

Y/n,

I am so sorry for leaving before you woke up, I would have loved to have spoken to you before I left but we got called for a case early and I didn't want to wake you.

Yesterday was really fun, and I really enjoyed getting to know you. I would like to count the earlier conversation as your verbal interview. I also enjoyed the latter part of our evening.

I really believe you will be an incredible fit for the team, I just need to see how well you handle field work and then we can finalise your position on the team if you still want to be a part of the BAU.

Feel no obligation but you would be an incredible asset, and hopefully friend to the team, and we would be incredibly lucky to have you.

Call or text me and we can set up some time you can take it! I already have yours, but I would love for you to have mine.

Emily

The note was followed by her number and some part of me was screaming out of both excitement, and slight disappointment.

There was so much to talk about in that letter; firstly, she didn't leave because she wanted to, and she wanted to see me; she enjoyed our evening, and I don't have to do a verbal interview; she also thinks I'll make a great fit to the team; friend, friend to Emily; and lastly 'I already have yours, but I would love for you to have mine.'