somewhere only we know ══════emily prentiss

08.im here

08.𝐢'𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞
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  it was 2 weeks into the new year and olivia had already abandoned all of her resolutions. the first one to go was slowing down on coffee. she had tried for about 3 days before the withdrawals proved to be too much, giving into the welcoming 4th cup by lunch. she tried every year to kick the bucket on her habit she was sure would plague her in her older years but after taking her first sip at age 5, she highly doubted she would ever be able to quit. next to get the guillotine was all things reality tv, something olivia truly enjoyed. she knew it was nothing but scripted drama and midly attractive actors but she couldn't get enough, specifically having a affinity for shows like love island. she found it funny seeing how quick the girls were to turn on each other for what she would describe as the most bland straight boy they could find.

  another thing she hadn't let go of was emily. ever since new years she couldn't stop thinking about her, if she could deny her feelings before, now it was truly impossible. every time they stood in the elevator together and had their morning small talk, every good day emily wished her made her heart skipped a beat. throughout the day she couldn't help but look at just about anything and be reminded her. she would hear a song she thought she would like and it took everything in her to not text her right then and there. she even found herself doodling emily in her free time at work, always making sure to add that little smirk on her face that made olivia want to stare at her a little while longer. god what was she, 11?

for now though, she thought it was best to stay quiet about her affections, silently wishing she could lean over and wipe the corners of her mouth when she messily ate her food during lunch, but today was not that day. today was thursday and olivia would not be eating soup with emily. she wouldn't be gazing over in adoration at her with her chin in her palm as the raven haired girl in front of her babbled on about her friends. today she sat at her desk in her office, working on the same sketch she had redone 4 times already, thinking about when she'd be able to restrain herself from slipping her hand into emily's.

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it was gloomy, not uncommon for london, and emily was bored, the paperwork piling around her desk reminding her yet again why she shouldn't be. yet she was, so instead she watched the rain pour down the glass and in her mind she made the droplets race. she cheered them on mentally, watching them slowly merge together into bigger droplets as they made their way down. it was soothing, the rain. perfect napping whether and considering it was almost time for her to leave, she was planning on fulfilling that. just as she started to plan out the rest of her day surrounding her nap she heard a crash of thunder, the noise lightly shaking the glass. since when was it absolutely pouring? her mind immediately thinking of olivia. would she be okay? she hated driving in the rain. emily had seen her drive when it wasn't raining, she can't imagine how anxious she would be while it was down pouring. she couldn't let her drive it that, not alone. just imagining olivia panicking at the wheel while the wipers worked the best they could to keep her line of sight clear made her stomach ache. she couldn't do that, not to olivia. so she called her.

she waited for her to answer, tapping her pen on her desk "hello?"

"hey em, what's up?". 'she never calls' olivia thought to herself, but she didn't mind hearing her voice

"well it's pouring and i know you hate driving in this so i was just calling to see if you needed a ride home"

olivia blushed, her heart fluttering at the idea of emily worrying about her so much "i would really appreciate it. are you sure it's not too much?"