Damaged Goods - Emily Prentiss x Reader

still, and always

(2548 words)

You woke to the warmth of Emily's arms in the middle of the night. You stared across the room until your eyes adjusted and you could see the faint outline of the furniture.

Your throat felt dry as you pried yourself slowly from Emily's body, being careful not to wake her.

You paused beside her, taking in her face with the half-glow of the street lamp outside. Smiling to yourself, you dropped your legs off the side of the bed and stood up to get yourself a glass of water.

You descended the stairs slowly, taking in the scent of the house as if it were the scent that had housed you for years.

You found your way into the kitchen and pulled a glass from its brand new packaging. You filled it at the sink before leaning your back against the counter to drink from it.

You thought about nothing but Emily. In this moment, you were hers and she was yours. This, the kitchen you stood in, in the house that surrounded you, on the street it lived, was all yours... and hers. A place only the two of you knew. A place you both belonged.

You took one more swig from the glass before you took it with you out into the hallway. You walked towards the stairs and noticed your jackets hanging from the pegs before them.

You reached your spare hand into your jacket pocket and pulled out your phone to check the time. But before you could linger on it, you watched your phone light up with message after message. Missed called after missed call.

You opened your voicemail and pulled the phone to your ear to hear:

'Y/n, I don't know what you think you're playing at, but you both won't get away with this. I know where you are.'

You pulled the phone away from your ear quickly, scrolling through your messages from the past few hours.

Shit! How does she know?!

As that thought crossed your mind, you heard a scream from upstairs.

'Emily?!' You rushed up the stairs, water splashing from your glass as you held it beside you, your arms moving furiously.

You rushed into the bedroom and saw Emily lying there. Your eyes darted around her face and then down to the blood-stained bedsheets covering her body.

Your body went into shock as the glass you were holding fell from your hands and smashed into the floor beneath you.

You ran towards the bed and climbed onto it, pressing your hand against Emily's cheek.

'Emily?!' You exclaimed. 'Emily, wake up. Please.'

When she didn't, you carefully pulled the duvet from her body. You pressed your hand to your mouth as you saw Emily's stomach covered in blood, her body lifeless.

'No, Emily, please!' You said through tears, swiping her hair back from her face and getting no response.

You burst into tears, backing away from her as you found your feet. You walked backwards slowly, Emily's body disappearing into the room as you tried to pretend it wasn't real. As you reached the door, the back of your heels stumbled on something.

You spun around to see Hannah towering over you, her eyes glazed over as she grabbed hold of your shoulders before you could even think about running.

'YOU THINK YOU CAN DO THIS TO ME?!' She spat, shaking you as you tried to fight her.
'YOU THINK YOU CAN PLAY HAPPY FAMILIES AND I WON'T FIND OUT?!'

You felt your heart skip a beat as she shook you, right before she let go of your shoulder to lift her hand into the air and strike you with it.

You fell backwards, your head hitting the floor with a thud. And then you woke up.