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

-63- I am ready

A/N: Hello my lovelies,
today was infusion day and to be honest, it were terrible 13 hours.
I had frightening side effects and had to take a break several times.
On the bus ride, the weird guy behind me wouldn't stop breathing down my neck while I was writing this chapter.
So that something good comes out of this day, you'll get the next chapter right away!
I hope you like it, i missed writing this Story for you and I am So excited to show it to you.💜
Stay Safe and remember, You are so Loved!
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Emilys POV

JJ: we're on our way to the BAU, Y/N really wanted to see you ;)
I think the meeting helped Y/N and did her good, she is the bravest.
See you soon!

My heart is beating faster in my chest as I read JJ's words.

Since we've been sharing the driving to Y/N's therapy, we've naturally started keeping each other up to date on how things are going with
Y/N.
Not to talk about her behind her back or to control her, but to make sure that we can offer her the support and stability she needs right now.
When JJ told me about her plan for today, I was totally against it at first.
I was sure that there was no worse idea than dragging Y/N back to a church so quickly.
Because I personally can't imagine anything more stressful than entering a place of worship right now, and Y/N has shaken the whole thing up even worse.

Retraumatization while she hasn't yet dealt with the first one sounds like a terrible idea!

But JJ told me about her neighbor, who is a pastor and primarily marries lesbian and gay couples.
She was so sure that it would help Y/N and I trusted her confidence.

I am so relieved to read that it didn't go wrong and that JJ's confident nature has brought Y/N back into life a little.

JJ offered me to Join them several times, but I hid behind work.
The look in her eyes told me that she saw through it immediately, but she didn't contradict me.
She probably knew that I wouldn't let myself be persuaded to face my demons.

Not now.

And especially not while Y/N is trying to overcome her own fears.

That is my top priority right now.

I'm fine.

I hear the elevator doors open and rush out of my office, running my hands through my hair again.
A feeling of love-struck nervousness spreads through me, like every time I know that I am about to see my Y/N.

I can hardly put into words how overwhelming the feeling is of having been given a second chance.

A second chance to love her.
To protect her.
To watch her live...live the life she wanted to give up.

I quickly blink away the tears at the thought and shake my head, as if I could simply drive away the pain of the memories

I stop in the hallway and watch the two of them walking towards me.
A feeling of warmth floods through me when I see Y/N, who is struggling along the path supported by both crutches.

Normally she would make this journey in a wheelchair, especially after a day like this.
Even if she can manage short distances with the crutches and our support, by lunchtime at the latest she has reached her limits and has to resign herself to using her hated wheelchair.