Emily Prentiss One Shots

Higher Than Expected

Incredibly self-indulgent fic where reader is more granola and witchy than Emily expected. They smoke together and then they kiss

TW: weed.

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It started with gentle glances during rough cases. She would lay the case out for everyone and then her eyes would flip to you, soft around the edges in a way you had to grow used to. As if she felt wrong for saying such horrid things in your presence. You would always find her eyes, ignoring the way it made your spine tingle, fingers cramp.

Then it turned into a soft knock on your apartment door late one Thursday night. The team was just dismissed to get some rest, the case going temporarily cold. Emily saw no sense in beating a dead horse all night, nor did she see the value in keeping her sleep-deprived, hungry team there to go over the same details. The labs needed time to process, people weren't answering phone calls or emails this late, it just made sense.

Your socked feet padded on the hardwoods, patchwork pants loose on your legs, the bandeau top soft around your chest, shoulders bare. Emily's eyes softened at how different this you looked from work you. Her eyes taking in the crystal hanging from your neck, the starfish tattoo adorning your shoulder that hid below work appropriate outfits. This wasn't far from what Emily imagined you looked like outside work, someone's witch aunt that lived in her van wasn't exactly what she had pictured though. It only made her heart yearn to know you more. Your eyes were already soft, red and glassy, "Hmmmm Agent Y/l/n, what might you be doing on this fine evening?"

You giggled and opened the door further for her to come in, "Don't even, you were gonna have a gummy when we finished the case." She chuckled once as entered and stood in front of you, her button up and slacks still sticking to her skin, "I plead the fifth your honor". You locked the door and leaned against it, "So not to sound rude but why are you here? I thought I was supposed to be sleeping and what not." She had never been over before and her first being right now felt purposeful.

Emily laughed once and smiled at you, "You and I both know you're not gonna do that, neither am I, why be alone?" My smile grew dangerously soft and it tugged at her heartstrings, my red eyes taking in how her hands predictably slid into her back pockets. My head tilted towards the window, "I was rolling another?"

One of her brows raised, "Inviting your boss to smoke with you is a bold move Y/n." Your feet moved towards the window and your smile got bigger when hers followed. The large windows were why you got this place, easily slipping out onto the fire escape. You offered a hand as she curled her legs through the windowsill, plopping back onto the cushion I was on when she knocked.

Emily found home on the matching cushion and her eyes followed your hands; fingers skillfully moving to roll the paper. She took the moment to take in you like this, your space through the open window. Crystals sat on shelves, plants lined the windows, vintage art and rugs layered the space. You licked your fingertips and pressed the end of the joint shut, glancing up at her, "Like what I've done with the place?" She chuckled and looked back at you.