The wrong choice | Emily Prentiss

3. Too sweet

- Emily Prentiss

We had an office day which was unusual. No cases had been accepted or brought in so we all had to sit and work on uncompleted files. Felicity offered for me to come sit in her office so we could work together. I suppose it's because everyone else was and she either hadn't been asked or felt bad for me because I was alone. I didn't mind it. I like being alone sometimes.

Her office chairs were so comfy, I was able to complete work so much quicker on these than my chair. I think she could tell I was relaxed because she let out a soft laugh. And hour went by and I had finally finished working on the case files that had to be in for this week. I couldn't be bothered to finish the ones with later days so I gently pushed them away. My eyes flickered to her. "Why are you so nice to me" I blurted out. I didn't mean it to come off the way it did but it was a genuine question. Why was she being so nice.

"Why wouldn't I be. Your great Emily. When I first met you I knew I wanted to be friends" she stopped. I could tell there was more to the story. I raised a brow.

"Okay fine. I've for some reason always felt lonely ever since Elle left. It's not like I'm not friends with them all but everyone had there person. Elle was my person even if I joined two months before she got shot. We just clicked. Ever since she left I felt lonely. Aaron has Gideon. Derek and Spencer or Derek and Penelope. Jj and Spencer or Jj and Penelope. Who ever they choose to go to after a bad case isn't me. Derek and me are really good friends and he tells me everything and so do I but if something is bothering him he'll always speak to someone who's been here longer before me. If JJ needs a girl talk with someone my door seems to be bolted shut so she goes to Penelope."

Felicity paused for a moment catching her breath. "When I saw you for the first time I thought "I can treat you how I want to be treated" I want you to always come to me first. I want you to know your heard rather then being pushed to the side and left out like I feel sometimes. I want you to know you always have a friend in me. No matter what you do." Her eyes looked everywhere but me as she just spilled her heart out. I was shocked.

"But if you don't what that. Then I don't know what to say" she sighed looking down suddenly intrested in her hands

I leaned over the desk. My finger hooking under her chin as I smiled at her. "Felicity jones you are too sweet" that brought a smile to her face as she quickly jumped up to hug me from over the desk. "I'm lucky to have a friend like you. My sweet girl" I cooed in her ear as she let out a laugh. As we pulled away i quickly pressed a kiss to the side of her head. She just smiled.

We sat silently for a moment. I watched as she sat up straight an idea on her mind. "Tell me" I said

"No. You tell me. I want to know more about you Emily. I've done my paperwork. You've done yours. We haven't fully gotten to know eachother yet." She smiled

"Okay but let me go get another coffee, want one?" I asked

"Oo no thank you. Please could I have a hot chocolate. I've never enjoyed coffee and I only drink tea at my grandparents" she replied. I smiled at her taste. Hot chocolate. I will make sure to remember for next time.

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When I got back to her office I saw her sat on the couch, her shoes had been discarded as she had a blanket wrapped around her. "It's big enough for two, or I have another one" she announced as she noticed my staring

"No it's not that. I don't mind sharing. I just love how comfortable and cozy this office is" I complimented as I handed her the warm drink. I placed myself opposite her, slipped my heels off and wrapped the other end of the blanket around me, taking a sip of my coffee.

"So Emily Prentiss. Tell me your story" she laughed as she slightly cringed at herself.

"I'm 34, I worked a desk job. I moved around European countries a lot. My mother is very powerful and doesn't exactly support me. I didn't have many friends growing up. I was kind of a weirdo. I had a goth phase at one point. It'll haunt me forever" I ended my story with a laugh

"Please find some pictures from your goth phase. I have to see it" she smiled

"Oh god no. I don't want you to run away and be embarrassed of me" I grinned

"I could never" she acted hurt that I would suggest it. But I knew she wouldn't. I knew she was true to her word. "Tell me about yourself sweet girl." I asked

"Okay. 24. I grew up in a small town in England. Mum left at a very young age, brother turned psycho. Nearly killed me. Dad was a police officer so got there in seconds. Grew older and landed a job working along side him. Then I got the offer to move over to America and continue my career. I worked at the national police association in Chicago. I was undercover a lot. Got arrested by Aaron . Got released by Aaron. Landed a job here two years ago and well now we're here." She smiled as she finished her story

"Your brother nearly killed you" my jaw was on the floor

"Yeah! Traced a line down my thigh n everything. Got the receipts to prove it." She was way too sweet. How could anyone hurt her. But maybe there was a side to her I hadn't seen yet.

"You have a scar?" I asked, she nodded. One day I have to see this.

"One thing I have to question Emily. How come you came from a desk job to this. I'm not completely buying the desk job. I understand if you're not allowed to tell the story yet. Just don't try fooling me"she laughed. Everyone I've told about this has believed me. Even Reid. What the fuck.

"Okay. Fine. Your right. But I can't talk about it yet. One day felicity. One day my sweet girl you will be the first to know. You'll be the first I tell I promise"

Her smile lit up the room. We just sat comfortably for ages. Our drinks were discarded quickly after getting them. Her head rested against the back of the sofa, her eyes flickering shut. Her breathing calmed down as she drifted off. I smiled to myself as I quickly got a picture.

I must've been tired too as a fell asleep moments later. It wasn't hard too when this girl was the most warming person I've seen in years. She felt like home.

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