A few stories I have come up with about JJ and Emily from Criminal Minds. I will add to this whenever I can. In some chapters, JJ and Emily could be finding love, and in others, things could be getting spicy. Just right for a bedtime story ; ) These...
*EMILY HAS BEEN CAPTURED BY IAN DOYLE AND IS BEING HELD IN AN ABANDONED WAREHOUSE*
*POV EMILY PRENTISS AND NARRATOR*
*PRETTY SPICY IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN*
"Aghuh," Emily groans as she is woken up from being knocked out, "What's going on? Where am I?" Her voice still sleepy.
"Wakey wakey eggs and bakey," A tall, slender man walks around the corner towards her, "glad you finally woke up. Took long enough."
Emily sits up in her chair, which she then realizes she has been tied down to.
I always get myself into these fuckin dumbass situations.
She tries to pull on the ties around her wrists but they are too tight.
Fuck! Great. Guess I'm staying awhile. At least until I can figure out how to get out of this damn place.
"Ian. Nice to see you again. It's be-," she starts but is cut off.
"Don't joke with me Emily," he says in his raspy Irish accent, "That is your name, isn't it? Emily? Learning new things every day," Doyle paces the space between Emily and the concrete wall separating the rooms of the warehouse, "You see, you have something I want. I intend to get it. Whatever means necessary."
"And what is that?" Emily stares at Doyle trying to figure out what his true mission is.
"My son," he says back to her. His tone is blunt, but his eyes yearn for the answer to his unasked question.
"What about him?" Emily says gritting her teeth.
"He's alive and you know where he is."
"Is that right?" Emily says back, locking her jaw.
"I liked Lauren better. She didn't fuck with dumb shit like you seem to," He's losing his patience already.
"Lauren Renolds is dead," her tone changes from frisky to charged, "and she is never coming back. No matter how much you want her to,"
"Well. That's fine by me. Either way, you're a manipulative bitch," his pace starts to slow as he approaches Emily's chair, "I have plans for you, Emily. And you're not gonna like them. Or maybe... you will..." his voice sounds smooth.
"Can I get in on those plans?" Emily says, trying to lighten the mood a little.
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"Oh sweetheart, you know me too well to think I would give them up just like that. No no, I'm gonna have some fun with you,"
I am just so fuckin lucky today damn it.
"Now open wide," Doyle forces Emily's mouth open and sticks something down her throat, "Now swallow," He pauses before he starts to walk away, "I'm just going to leave you alone... I'm very curious to see what happens here..."
