I See you, Y/N. (Emily Prentiss X Reader)

-12- Smile

TW: Anxiety/ Panic
        Violence   
        Kidnapping

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Emily's POV

"Chief, what do you think?"
Tara's voice breaks me out of my trance.
I look at the Team sitting at the round table with me.
Everyone looks at me worried.

The screen on the wall shows pictures of y/n's apartment.

I quickly look away, to stop the tears from falling, that I'm so desperately holding back.

"Sorry, what?" I ask, clearing my throat to hide the tremble in my voice.

The knot in my stomach is so big, that I feel nauseous and there are so many thoughts in my head that I can barely concentrate.

"We discussed our next course of action. Tara suggested that you stay here with Penelope while we leave and go back to her apartment. Meanwhile, Alvez and Rossi are driving to Mr. King's last known location."
JJ explains to me calmly, her hand resting on my forearm.
She leans her head down slightly to meet my gaze, but I avoid her and look at my hands instead, watching myself pick at my nails.

Everything feels dull and wrong.

"No, I'm coming with you. I can't sit here and wait, I have to find her. She was... She is..."
I stop, tears blurring my vision threatening to fall.

I take a deep breath and clear my throat before lifting myself up. I walk over to the Screen, turning my Back to the Team. My eyes linger on the picture of y/n, that's shown next to the Fotos of her Apartment. It's the photo that was taken yesterday for her employee ID card.

She beams at the camera and looks so carefree.

I have to find her.

Without turning back to my team, I say as professional as possible:
"She is one of us. She just joined the FBI, but she is one of us. We have to do everything we can, to find her.
Tara and I are going to Mr. King's.
Rossi and Alvez, Take a Look at the apartment again and JJ, you help Penelope here.
We'll find y/n."

With that I turn around, give the others a quick nod and hurry out of the room.

I close the door to my office, pull down the blinds and collapse into my chair.
I bury my face in my hands and let the tears fall.
Silent sobs shake me as worry and fear wash over me, making it difficult to breathe.

After a few minutes, I lift my head and wipe my face dry with my arm.
I run my hands through my gray hair, straighten my blazer and make my way to the door.

I have to pull myself together. Y/n is out there and she needs me.

And I need her. Unharmed.

I push my shoulders back, take a few deep breaths and open my office door.

I will find her. I will find her.

This mantra keeps me going while Tara and I make our way to Mr. King's apartment.

Y/N's POV

Darkness.
That's the first thing I notice.
Everything around me is dark.
I open my eyes and try to orient myself, but I can't see anything.
Pain is the next thing I notice.
My arms are tied behind my back so tightly that I can't feel my fingers.
My wrists burn and my shoulders hurt from the uncomfortable position.
My knees are pressed to my chest and it's only now that I realize how small the room I'm in is.
It's not a room, probably more of a box, my head and my pulled-up legs touch the walls and there's hardly any space left and right.