Blurred Lines

23. the politicians ⚠️

smut warning: just a cute little make out sesh... in Prentiss's office... (it's a little more than a make out sesh, poor Emily, she's stressed).
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I knew of these two politicians. They were known for their misogynistic and warped views on how the world should work. They were greedy, and honestly, kudos to the killer for ridding the earth of just two more arrogant assholes- "Y/n," I hear my name being called, and I glance up, in confusion. I didn't realize I had gotten so lost in my thoughts, that I wasn't paying attention to the team as they discussed the case.

"Yes?" I mumble, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as I gaze up at Emily, who glares at me. There's no semblance of my sweet dominant, only the cold hard-ass chief staring at me. "Did you hear anything the team has said?" she snaps. "No, ma'am," I respond instantly, deciding now is not the time to try and deny my distraction. "Pray tell, what were you thinking about?" She gives me a cool, calculated smirk. It's as if she thinks my mind was anywhere else but the case, which, for once, wasn't true.

It doesn't stop me from stuttering when I respond, feeling all eyes on me. I'm not too fond of the attention focused on me like this, and she knows it. "Uh.. I.. was t-thinking about the case," I manage to say, then more confidently, at Emily's brow raising in disbelief, "I knew of these politicians and their reputations. I, for one, am not that upset that they're dead, despite it being an attack on our government, in a circuitous way." I shrug and glance around the table, "Anyone else?"

I get little nods from both JJ and Tara, as well as a resounding affirmative response from Garcia, although she adds, "But I mean, murder isn't really a good way to go about showing your disdain for someone's beliefs..." Which, I completely agree with, of course. But for an unsub, I can see where they're coming from, in their twisted minds. Emily's nod draws my attention to her again. "I suppose that's a motive for these kills," she muses, already losing focus on her subtle teasing towards me.

"Yeah, it makes me wonder if the unsub is a woman," Luke surprisingly takes over the conversation. Tara pipes in, adding, "Yeah, well, considering where the politicians were found, it would make sense, almost." I frown and tilt my head thoughtfully as I look at the ME report. "Yeah, but this is like, massive overkill, women don't usually use blunt force trauma as their MO," I speak up, "This unsub used whatever object was in the hotel room, it looks like. A lamp, in one of the murders, and the other, a... broken wine bottle?" I look up at JJ, who looks back at me, both of us exchanging glances as we try and figure out what the hell happened to trigger this unsub to attack and kill the men.

"Well, it looks like we're going to have to split up and go see what else we can figure out," Emily stands up straight, and divides the team into two, sending one group to check out the hotels, and the other to the ME's office, to confirm the accuracy of the report within the file. Of course, I'm not included in the division, I'm meant to stay here and do what I can within the walls of the BAU. Grounded. I huff softly but stand, my mind already racing with theories and ideas.

"Y/n," Emily's voice cuts through my thoughts again. "Yes, ma'am?" I ask, turning from my place at the bulletin board to look over at her as the rest of the team trickles from the room, ready to go on their assignments. "What were you going to work on?" she asks, stepping closer to me. "Mm, victimology, I think, tracking the politician's whereabouts and how they ended up in those hotel rooms in the first place," I mumble to myself as I go back to pinning photos and other pieces of information on the board, "I'm gonna ask Garcia to look into the cellphones of the two victims as well."

She gives me a soft hum of approval. "Okay, well, I'll be in my office if you need anything," she says, her voice softer. Her hands slide once over my waist, and then she's gone, heading out of the conference room back to her office, leaving me with flushed cheeks, and a stupid smile on my face, my mind short-circuiting for a brief moment as I try and cling onto the feeling of the simple brush of her hand to my body.