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

-44- Not a good Day

TW: Selfharm/ ED
Anxiety
Violence
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Emily's POV

"Good morning, guys." I say, a little less motivated than usual, as I enter the conference room of the police station.

The team greets me just as reservedly; the case seems to be affecting all of us.
Luke and Dave sit at the table, sipping their morning coffee in silence, while Tara is engrossed in her paperwork.
Her hand is clutching her to-go cup and she looks tense and stressed.
I walk around the table and sink into the chair next to her.
My fingers dance briefly over her upper arm to get her attention.

"Hey Tara. Are you okay?" I ask her, genuinely concerned.
Tara flinches briefly, raises her eyes, her eyebrows drawn together.
She sighs heavily, leans back and closes both hands around her to-go cup while she chews on her lower lip for a moment before she looks at me properly.
"This case... I... Something isn't right here.
I think we're overlooking something important." She says in a serious voice and I can see the worry in her eyes.

I feel sick and think briefly about this morning.
Should I say something? Should I tell her about it?
No, I'd rather not.
It was probably just a stupid joke or something like that.

I shake the thought away and concentrate on calming Tara down.

"Tara, I understand what you mean. I have the same feeling. But maybe it's because the victims are so..." I pause and my gaze wanders to the pinboard with the pictures of the victims.
"Because they're so similar to us?"
Tara completes my sentence.
I sigh in response.
"We'll solve this case. Like every case before. We just have to believe in ourselves, Tara."
I say in a firm voice and try to believe it myself.
"I hope you're right. Emily. I don't want to stay here any longer than necessary."
Tara says with a bitter undertone and raises her cup to her lips.
She takes a sip, lowers the cup again and seems to hesitate a little.
"This morning something..." she begins, but then stops and waves the thought away with her hand.
"Oh, it's not that important. Let's just get this case over with quickly." She says quickly and avoids my gaze.

Something's not right here.
Did Tara get a note too?

"Good morning, my dears. We brought donuts." JJ walks into the room, balancing a box on one arm, a cardboard box with coffee cups in the other hand.
She beams at everyone, interrupting my train of thought.

Y/N enters the room behind her.
She closes the door behind her and then turns back to us.
She looks tired and a little pale.
"Good morning." She calls quietly to the group and smiles shyly at us, avoiding my gaze.
I give Tara's shoulder a quick, loving squeeze before I get up and walk towards Y/N.

I want to talk to her.
I need to talk to her.

JJ walks past me and gives me an encouraging smile, which I return before my gaze wanders back to my girlfriend.

I want to hug Y/N, want to pull her to me and kiss her.
I want to apologize for being so weird this morning.

Instead, I stop in front of her and our eyes meet.

Flashbacks from yesterday appear before my eyes.

Her hands on my skin, my lips on hers, our bodies pressed tightly together, entwined and in harmony.
I hear her soft moan in my head, the way she sighs my name while she is completely mine. How she says I love you before she falls asleep on my chest.
How much I needed that.
How much I already miss it.