Damaged Goods - Emily Prentiss x Reader

just say yes

hiiii

okay so as you can probably tell, my new publish days are sundays. i figure if i end up in a job anytime soon that sundays might make more sense than tuesdays.

i've also stopped adding pictures to the chapters cause they don't show up when i publish for some reason.

i've said it before and i'll say it again, this story is a real slow burner. i'm a sucker for a cliffhanger and for a sad story butttt good things come to those that wait.

enjoy,
lee x

(1779 words)

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'Y/n?'

'Hannah?' You replied.

You felt as if you'd just been caught in the act. You were lining up excuses already. You'd thought about this for years: how she would react if ever you left her. You figured you were about to find out.

Hannah started to shake her head as she looked at you. Usually you could see it, the light in her eyes change right before she lunges for you. But this seemed... different.

Right as you came to the end of that thought, Hannah's knees buckled and she collapsed into them, landing in a heap on the floor.

'Hannah?' You said sceptically. You watched her curl up, her hands flat on the floor. Her shoulders started to jerk and without thinking you lunged towards her and dropped to the floor.

'Hannah?' You repeated as she broke out into loud wails. 'What's wrong?'

Does she know? Is this her... reaction?

'HE'S DEAD!' She cried out, right before she poured into an even louder cry.

'Who is?' You asked, grabbing her arms firmly. 'Who's dead?'

'MY DAD!' She shouted, looking up at you as she said it and then dropping her head again. The image of Hannah's father flashed in your head: a grey-haired, blue-eyed man with wrinkles stretching out into his hairline.

'What?' You said in shock. 'How?'

'He just... had some sort of heart attack or something!' Hannah cried, her tears dripping onto both your hands.

Your eyes darted around erratically. Just a minute ago you were halfway out the door, ready to leave Hannah behind for good. And now here she was, in a heap on the floor crying into your arms because her father had died.

'I'm so sorry.' You replied. And you meant it. You just weren't sure which part to be sorry for.

Hannah looked up at you, her face red raw with tears. Quickly she threw her arms around you and latched onto your body in a hug.

She cried and cried and cried. Just when you thought she'd run out of breath, she would break out into even louder wails. All you could do was sit there, her head against your chest and your eyes fixed firmly on the open door, on your way out.

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2am

Emily checked her watch anxiously.

They're not coming she thought. Something must have changed. Maybe they got a hotel.

She looked across at her coffee table, at the meal she'd reheated several times over for you. The two glasses and the unopened bottle of red wine.

But why didn't they text?