when we were young, emily prentiss

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐: 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠: 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬; 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫

Davina's POV

AS THE CAR ROLLS TO A STOP IN FRONT OF THE CABIN, I'm overcome with dread. The forest envelopes us, a tapestry of greens stretching out as far as the eye could see. The pristine surroundings paint a picturesque scene, with tall pine trees reaching towards the heavens, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. Sunlight filters through the dense canopy, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor. Cabins stand proudly amidst the landscape, their wooden façade blending harmoniously with the surrounding rustic charm. Stepping out of the car, the crisp mountain air fills my lungs, momentarily soothing the unease that had settled within me. The scent of damp earth and pine needles permeates the atmosphere, infusing it with a natural freshness that spoke of serenity.

My attention quickly shifts from the enchanting ambiance to the person who had accompanied me on this retreat. Her presence, pulling a suitcase out of the trunk of the car, felt suffocating, like an unwelcome shadow lurking in the background. I drag my suitcase from the backseat and approach our allocated cabin. We had been told on the way here, much to our disappointment, that we had one cabin to share between the two of us.

A creaking porch swing sits at the cabin's entrance, swaying gently in invitation. Weathered planks grew underfoot as I make my way up the steps, the front door, adorned with a simple wreath of dried wildflowers, stood closed. With a deep breath, I turn the key in the lock, the door swinging open to reveal a cozy interior in warm golden light. My eyes trail along the walls, which were adorned with artwork of nature, and wooden shelves lined with books, their titles whispering tales of adventure and escape. I look around and become very aware that the FBI's idea of space, was very different to mine. It was a single room, with a small kitchenette on one wall, and a set of cupboards and dressing table on the other. In the centre, were two single beds, sitting only a foot away from each other, which may as well have us sleeping on top of each other.

I leave my suitcase at the foot of one of the beds, just as the door opens again and Emily walks in. She looks around one time, then drops her head, "For fuck's sake."

"Tell me about it." I reply, sitting at the end of the bed, "I swear Hotch has it out of us."

If you would have told me 2 months ago that I would be sharing a cabin in the middle of nowhere with Emily Prentiss of all people, I would have laughed in your face. Cut to now, it's still unbelievable. We were only here for 1 night, so there was no need to unpack, I was just hoping the 2 days would pass quickly. Emily sits down on the other bed, dropping us into an uncomfortable silence. I was thankful for a knock at the door, and I swiftly stand and let it open. My eyes are attacked by a blur of motion and a wide, toothy grin that seemed to stretch from ear to ear. A name tag labelled the man as Noel, the head camp leader. He was practically vibrating with excitement, and I had to take a step back.