Blurred Lines

10. the debrief

We part ways, and I drive home, instantly regretting half of my purchases. I put everything away, picking my outfit for work. I pace as I decide on what to wear. Something modest? Something more revealing? Do I want to go unnoticed? Do I want Emily's attention?

I decide on a brown pantsuit, with a beige shirt. It's form-fitting, but not excessively. I lay it out on the chair in my room, then wander into my kitchen to see what I have to eat for dinner. I stop when I see Emily's jacket thrown over the back of my kitchen chair. JJ must have left it for me. I frown, ignoring it and opening my fridge.

Just as I thought- cold pizza. I sigh, and decide that lunch was enough for me today. I flop onto my couch, scrolling through different channels on my tv. I find one that works, and stare blankly at the screen. I don't remember falling asleep, but when I wake up, my phone is ringing.

"Y/Ln," I groan, not bothering to check the caller ID. "Y/n," Emily's voice crackles through the phone, and I fight the urge to hang up. "Yes?" I ask. "I need you in the office in twenty minutes," she says. I check the time. "Shit, Prentiss, it's not even six yet," I complain. "Twenty minutes, Y/Ln," she demands, then the line goes dead.

"What the fuck," I grumble, staring at my phone. I stumble to my room sleepily, my back in pain from sleeping on the couch. I get dressed, thankful that I laid out my clothes the night before. I brush out my hair, not bothering to put it up. I have extra things in my go-bag, if I end up needing something.

I brush mascara over my lashes, not bothering to hide the dark circles under my eyes. I finish getting ready, then grab what I need. I rush out the door, and it's not until I get to the BAU that I realize I've grabbed Emily's jacket instead of my own. "Fuck my life," I mutter, peeling it off and heading straight for the break room. I haven't had my coffee yet, and my patience is wearing thin. I toss the jacket haphazardly on the table, then rummage through the cabinets searching for a mug.

I find one, and fill it to the brim. I carefully sip it, attempting not to spill any. "Good morning, Angel," Emily's voice scares me and I jump, effectively spilling the coffee everywhere. "Fucking shit," I hiss, setting my mug down. My hands burn, and I go to the sink, running cool water over my hands. "Oh, Y/n, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Emily comes to stand next to me, grabbing paper towels. She wipes the counters, helping me clean my mess. "Yeah, well you did," I mutter, shutting off the water. I'm a bitch in the morning without coffee, and this morning is no exception.

I dry my hands, wincing as my sensitive skin rubs on the towels. "Let me see," Emily requests, holding her hand out to mine. I level my gaze to her as I reach for my coffee, "No." I stalk away from her, grabbing her jacket from the table. "Y/Ln," she says firmly. I stop and look at her. "Why did you call me into the office this early, Prentiss?" I snark. "We need to debrief," she says simply.

I roll my eyes and stalk from the break room. I collapse at my desk, dropping all of my things to the ground next to me. I wrap my hands around the mug, sipping at it slowly. "Y/n, my office, now," Emily strides past me, her face like stone. She doesn't wait for me to follow. I huff a breath and follow her.

She all but slams the door shut behind me. "Sit down," she directs. I don't. I stand in front of her desk, challenging her. The expression on her face should make me quake in fear, but instead it just spurs me on to continue pressing her buttons. "You called me in to debrief, so let's debrief," I say evenly, "We went into a BDSM club as a consensual dom and sub couple, had a drink, found our unsub, and left."

"Right," she responds. "Okay. So why am I really here this early, Prentiss?" I shift my weight so I'm resting on one hip. Her gaze softens slightly. "I wanted to talk to you," she says. I set my coffee down onto her desk, and her gaze follows my hand before flicking back to me. "We already talked," I say.