secret | e. prentiss

eleven.

My breath hitched. My boss was at my door, while my co worker was on my couch. Hell, he probably heard me moan her name.

I finally speak up, "What are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to give you your case report back. The director needs everything on this." He says.

I reach to grab the file in his hand.

"Okay, I'll work on it" I say, nodding, turning the pages.

"I'll see you tomorrow" he says, turning away from the door.

Closing the door, he steps back real quick,

"Oh, Claire"

"Yes?" I reply.

"Tell Emily I said hello" he says, walking away from my door step.

I stand there shocked. Mentally cursing myself, I close the door. I come back to the couch, where Emily was sitting.

"Emily" I say, her head turning my way.

"What?" she asks, her eyebrows raised.

"Hotch probably heard me moan your name"

"And who's fault was that?" she asks, chuckling.

I playfully slap her arm, resting my head on her shoulder.

...

Waking up, I check the clock. 7:03 am. Quickly shuffling through my room, I try to find an outfit to wear today. Picking a low white tank top, and black jeans, I head to the bathroom.

Brushing my hair, and grabbing my shoes, I grab my badge, gun, and bag.

...

Stepping into Quantico, I rush to my desk. I felt very energized for no reason. Placing my bag down, I see Hotch step out of his office.

"Claire, Emily, meet me in my office" he says.

Turning my head towards Emily, she throws me a small shrug.

"Oooo" I hear Morgan chant behind me.

"Oh shut up" I say, walking towards the steps.

Stepping in, Emily behind me, I sit down.

...

5 minutes passed. Hotch was probably talking to somebody.

"What do you think this is about?" I asked, getting nervous.

"What else could it be about?" she asks, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Emily, I'm serious."

"So am I!" she defends herself.

Hearing the door close behind me, I turn my attention to Hotch, who sits down.

"So, I'm going to cut right to the chase. Is there something going on between you too?" he asks, his voice low.

My head turns right to Emily, who keeps her head low.

"Oh no, yesterday— Sir, I know what it might've sounded like, but what happened was, I was sitting on my kitchen stool, and Emily slipped into me while bringing a heavy vase of roses to my kitchen table. And instantly, I saw a bruise and it hurt so bad." I said. Holy hell I just lied to my boss. One of the best profilers I know.

He turns his attention to Emily who was nodding and agreeing.

He's one of the best profilers in the world— but I knew how to tell a good lie.

He nods, and I stand up, and so does Emily.

I walk to grab the door handle,

"Oh Claire, I hope you feel better" he says, returning back to his papers.

"Thanks" I say, heading out.

Emily shutting the door behind me.

Seeing Morgan's and Rossi's heads shoot up.

"What was that about?" Morgan asks.

"Nothing, just how Emily almost killed me yesterday" I say, shifting the conversation.

Morgan snickered and returned back to his work.

...

Opening the bathroom stall, I walk to the sink. Hearing the bathroom door open, I look up and see Emily.

"Emily, we have to be careful, you know" I say, grabbing a paper towel.

"What do you mean?" she asks, playing dumb.

"We can't let them know" I say.

"Know what?"

"Know that this happened" I say, gesturing between her and I.

"What happened?" she asks again, even dumber.

"They can't know that we had sex!" I say, my voice a few octaves higher.

She chuckled, "Well, maybe they might know now"

"I'm serious. You can't tell anybody."

"I won't." she says, her face closer to mine.

"Good" I say, throwing the paper towel away.

"I won't tell them how you spread your legs for me, and how wet you were. Or how I treated you like the whore you are"

I gulp. My knees felt weak. Her eyes meeting mine.

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authors note -
lord have mercy i'm sorry for all this seggsy stuff but i need to release my thoughts some where 😏
anyways hope u enjoyed <33 [ NOT EDITED, THERE MAY BE SPELLING ERRORS ]