hiatus.
you still look like a movie,
you still sound like a song,
my god, this reminds me,
of when we were young.
criminal minds fan fiction
childhood best friends to enemies to lovers
emily prentiss x oc
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Emily's POV
A PERSISTENT WOODPECKER HAMMERED AGAINST THE WALL OF THE CABIN. I squint into the white covers, that can't be right. I grumble into the sheets, the world conspiring against my body's need for sleep as the noise persists. I wince my eyes at the daylight filtering through the curtains, murmuring, "Davina shut the hell up."
"Fuck off that's not me."
I pull my pillow out from under my head and throw it at her, "Stop fucking tapping."
"It's not fucking me," Her sentence suddenly makes sense as she yells, "Now you shut the hell up."
I reluctantly lift myself to sitting, eyes barely working, hair tousled in knots across my face. "Someone's at the door," I mumble to myself.
"Go answer it then." Davina hisses back. I look over at her, wiping the last vestiges of sleep from the corner of my eye, she's using the pillow I chucked at her to block her ears, and the rest of the blankets are strewed across her. Just one foot pokes out from under them. She must have gotten hot.
I groan, shoving the covers off me, the insistent rapping on the door was aggravating me to another level, each knock chipping away at my already frayed patience. I stumble towards the door, the journey feeling like wading through molasses, each step a deliberate act of defiance against the persistent noise. The door handle, cool and unwelcoming in my grasp, seems to mock me as I finally turn it, revealing the source of my irritation.
Noel looks up at me with a disgustingly welcoming smile as I open the door, "Agent Prentiss," He takes my appearance in, "you're not ready?"
I glance downwards at my outfit, I suppose the oversized shirt and sweatpants I was wearing didn't scream 'FBI training ready', "This is too early." I mumble, shielding my eyes from the sun.
He peeks down at his watch, replying slowly, "It's 10 am, I've actually given you both an extra hour to get yourselves sorted for today's activities."
I yawn into my fist, causing his eyes to narrow, questioning, "What time were you up last night?"
"I-I don't know," I stammer, holding my face in my hands before letting out a heavy breath, "You know what, I'm already not a saint." I look up at him with a smile, "I will pay you today's wages if you could just come back at lunchtime, in fact, I would pay double that for you to just come over at 3 and let us speed through the training, you know we can."
He shakes his head quickly, "Agent, that is very unprofessional."
I put my hand over my mouth as a wave of nausea washes over me, my stomach tinging with the remnants of last night's alcohol. Noel seems to sense this, spluttering without an ounce of authority, "H H-Have you been drinking? That's strictly prohibited."
