"What did I do?" I ask, my brow furrowing in confusion. "You knew the Secretary of State had a son?" she bites out, keeping her voice low so we aren't overheard. "Yes, but I didn't think he'd be relevant to this entire thing," I try to appeal to Emily by reaching out for her, but she just steps back, glaring at me. "Emily, please," I beg her softly, stepping towards her, closing the space between us again, "I swear, he didn't even cross my mind. I hadn't seen or heard from him in years. We were only classmates in high school, and he wasn't even a friend." That gets her glare to lessen, and she huffs out a breath. "Had we known earlier, this all never would have happened," she complains lowly under her breath.
I reach out for her again, and she lets me pull her in this time. "Yeah, that's true," I say softly, for her ears only, my voice turning a little more sweet, "But then... sex in your office wouldn't have happened either." Her breath catches at my words, a soft little growl escaping her. Her hands encircle my waist, gripping me tightly as she bends her head, nuzzling into my neck, eliciting a soft hum of pleasure from me. "You're right," she murmurs hotly against my neck, "You're so right." Her teeth drag along the base of my neck for a moment, making me melt against her, and then she pulls abruptly away, leaving me breathless and wanting more.
Before I can even protest, the team bursts through the door, and I'm swarmed by everyone asking a thousand questions. I stay by Emily's side in the chaos, leaving the team to go over the crime scene as we sit and talk with Secretary Roberts to discuss more refined details about her son. My heart aches for the distraught woman with every shaken word that she speaks. Apparently, she felt that her son was involved. She'd held the press conference as a way to get to him, to make him stop. She didn't know that it would just make it worse, that he'd finally target the one person he was going after all along- her lover.
After what feels like hours, we finally get everything under control. Emily sends everyone off to the son's home and work addresses but keeps me back with her. "You aren't cleared to go into the field yet," her excuse is. It's not even a valid excuse anymore, considering she'd dragged me out with her in the first place. I can see through her words, though. She just wants me near her, and honestly, I would be lying if I didn't feel the same way. We head back to the office, the drive being much more relaxed and peaceful now that all is said and done. Her hand rests possessively on my thigh the entire time, and it takes everything within me not to smile at her touch.
When we return to the office, I'm sent to work on the after-action report. I dutifully sit down at my desk and start the paperwork, knowing that Emily probably needs time to do her work and communicate with the section chief about what's happening with the case, considering how high-profile it is. I lose myself in my work and don't get distracted until the team finally comes back from apprehending Secretary Robert's son.
They all troop in and crowd my desk, happy as clams now that the case has been closed and our unsub has been caught. "He made the crime scenes look like a woman murdered the politicians," Alvez tells me, "He was trying to frame his mother. He was pissed that she was so successful and was moving on with her life. I guess his dad died. He drank himself to death."
"That's definitely a trigger," I grimace slightly, putting the last details on my report before closing my file. "We're gonna go to O'Keefe's to celebrate," Tara gushes, her eyes wide and sparkling, "You're coming with, right?" I shake my head, thinking of returning to Emily's apartment with her instead, "No, sorry guys, I don't think I'll go tonight."
A chorus of sad, unhappy responses emanates from my team. "Why not?" Spencer pouts, "At least sit with me so I don't feel so out of place." I chuckle at that and give Spence a little pat on the arm. "Sorry, kid, I'm just going to call it an early night tonight," I say apologetically. I scoop my files from my desk and go to Emily's office, hoping to escape the team's banter.
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Blurred Lines
FanfictionY/n has a secret. Actually, she has a few secrets. Y/n used to be involved with the BDSM community for several years with her fiancee, until her new job at the BAU slowly forced her to become more and more separated from her double life. One fatefu...
