Emily Prentiss One Shots

Cabin Fever

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The smell of pancakes and bacon lured you awake long before your eyes opened. You stretched beneath the heavy blankets, muscles lazy and warm, before the chill of the cabin floor nipped at your socked feet. The air was sharp, clean. That kind of mountain cold that made every breath feel fresh.

Rossi had invited the whole team to his new cabin, promising "rest, relaxation, and an obscene amount of food." Since you'd arrived late, you'd lucked out with your own bed but shared a bathroom with Emily. An arrangement that had your heart doing small, traitorous flips this morning.

You padded into the bathroom, the sunrise painting the walls in honey-colored light. You brushed your teeth, ran a braid through your hair, and tried not to imagine her still half-asleep just a door away.

By the time you reached the kitchen, laughter was spilling through the air, warm and familiar. JJ sat on the counter with a mug, Spencer argued with Rossi about cooking techniques, and Penelope had already taken over the music.

"Well, good morning, late arrival," Rossi greeted, handing you a steaming mug of coffee.

You grinned. "Not my fault the kennel decided pit bulls weren't allowed last minute. I called ahead and everything."

JJ groaned. "I get it, no kennel will take four-year-old boys either."

Laughter rippled through the room, but one voice was conspicuously absent. You glanced around. "Where's Prentiss?"

"Good luck with the beast," Penelope warned dramatically. "She almost bit me last time I tried to wake her before nine."

You smirked, snagged a strip of bacon, and set your coffee down. "Challenge accepted."

You eased open the bedroom door, careful not to wake her too soon, though the sight nearly stopped you in your tracks. Emily lay tangled in the sheets, her dark hair fanned across the pillow, one leg dangling lazily off the bed. The morning light brushed over her face, softening every line, and your breath caught.

A blush crept up your neck as you caught yourself staring — imagining, briefly, what it would be like to wake her with a kiss instead of a shout. Your hands sliding across her skin, across her hip. You shook the thought away, scolding yourself. Professional boundaries, you reminded yourself. You were coworkers.

For now.

You crossed the room quietly, then leapt onto the mattress with a grin. "It's a beautiful day in northern Virginia! High of forty-two, low of twenty-three. Rise and shine, Agent Prentiss!"

Her groan was immediate. A pillow flew toward your head, followed by a half-conscious swing that actually connected.

"Ow!" you yelped, clutching your forehead.

Her eyes flew open. "Oh my god, Y/N! I— I didn't mean to—"

You laughed and gently pushed her shoulder. "Relax, Em. I've had worse. Now get up, there's food and coffee downstairs."

She mumbled something unintelligible but eventually shuffled into the bathroom. When she reappeared, hair a bit wild but impossibly gorgeous, you smiled. "Ready?"

She gave a sleepy nod, and together you made your way downstairs, you grinning like you'd won a battle. The team's expressions confirmed it.

"I'm not that hard to wake up," Emily protested, reaching for her mug.

"Emily," Spencer said flatly, "you threw a book at me once."

Her brow furrowed. "What? When?"

"Ohio. 2010."

She blinked. "Oh my god. I did."

After breakfast, the cabin settled into a comfortable hum. Everyone drifted off: some reading, some planning their next chess matches. You curled into a leather chair, legs tossed over one arm, a novel balanced on your lap.

Emily appeared from the kitchen, a playful spark in her eye. Without a word, she lifted your legs, sat down, and placed them in her lap.

"What are you reading?" she asked, tracing the worn cover with a curious finger.

You looked up. "It's about a closeted woman in the 1950s who gets outed by her maid. She's having an affair with another woman."

Emily blinked, caught off guard, not by the plot, but by what it implied, "A bit of a death wish in that era." 

The corner of your mouth lifted. "Yeah," you said softly.

Her lips curved into a smile. "Sounds like a love worth the risk."

Something in her tone made your stomach tighten.

Then, almost too casually, she asked, "Want to go for a walk? The woods are beautiful this morning."

You hesitated only long enough to hide your grin. "Lead the way."

The cold bit at your cheeks as you stepped outside, boots crunching through frost. The forest surrounding the cabin was still, peaceful, draped in mist. You walked side by side, your shoulders brushing every few steps, conversation winding from books to life to nothing at all.

"I love the cold," you said, exhaling clouds into the air. "It's refreshing. Kind of comforting."

Emily shook her head with a shiver. "No way. The cold makes my bones ache."

You laughed, a sound that made her heart stumble. "Then why drag me out here?"

She stopped walking. You turned, your breath catching as you met her gaze — that steady, unflinching stare that always managed to strip you bare.

"So I could do this," she whispered.

Her hands framed your face before you could respond, and then her lips pressed against yours. Soft, warm, tasting faintly of coffee and vanilla. The world tilted. You melted into her, grabbing her waist and pulling her closer until there was no space left between you.

She backed you gently against a tree, lips still moving against yours, breath mingling with the frost in the air. One of your legs slid around her, drawing her nearer, a soft sound escaping from somewhere deep in your throat.

When she finally broke the kiss, both of you were breathless, foreheads pressed together, hearts thrumming wildly.

From the cabin, a faint chorus of cheers and laughter broke through the quiet. Neither of you moved.

Emily smiled, brushing her thumb along your jaw. "They were probably taking bets."

You grinned, leaning close until your lips brushed her ear. "Then I hope someone put money on what happens next."

Her breath hitched.

You took her hand, fingers threading through hers, and started back toward the cabin. Just before reaching the door, you tugged her close for one more lingering kiss: slow, deliberate, and full of everything you hadn't said yet.

When you finally stepped inside, the warmth of the fire hit your cheeks — but it wasn't nearly as hot as the spark between you and Emily Prentiss.