Jemily One Shots

Interruptions

*NO SPOILERS*

*TRIGGER WARNING SEXUAL HARASSMENT/ASSAULT*

*GETS GRAPHIC AND INCLUDES MATURE CONTENT*

*STARTS OUT KINDA SERIOUS BUT CHANGES DIRECTIONS*

*KINDA LONG BUT NOT REALLY IDK IT'S LIKE 2600 WORDS*

*POV EMILY AND JJ*

POV Emily

I popped into the director's office on my way to work. I felt nervous at first, but remembered how he always kept nice with me.

"Hey, Rodger!" I said poking my head through the doorway.

"Agent Prentiss! Thank you for meeting with me today," his voice was joyful. What could this be about? He sounded happy. Did I do something wrong? Or maybe something right? "Please, come in, make yourself comfortable," he waved me into his office.

I sat down in front of his desk and folded my skirt beneath me. I didn't need to. I guess It was just a reflex. Just something you do on autopilot, "So, what's up?" I asked, trying not to give away that I was a little freaked out.

"I just wanted to check-in and make sure you are getting back in the groove of things," he said. He then patted a place on the corner of his desk urging me to move, "Don't be such sour puss, get over here,"

I made my way around the desk. This was odd. I mean he had made passes at me before, but they were always jerky little comments. 'Love the top Prentiss', 'Your workout routine is doing wonders', 'Don't let that ass go to waste'. I've dealt with it my whole life. Every woman has.

"Oh ok," I slid over to the edge of the desk and sat down, "to answer your question, I'm doing great! I love being back with the team and seeing JJ again. I missed them all so much," I couldn't help the ecstatic tone of my voice.

"Well, that is excellent. I wanted to talk to you about something else," he leaned in a little getting closer to me, "As you know, Agent Hotchner has left the team."

"Yes. He was such a good friend of mine and I can't believe he actually left," I said somewhat interrupting him.

"He left quite large shoes to fill. I was having a hard time trying to find someone who could fit the team just right," he looked me in the eye and I felt a shiver go down my spine. Please go the way I think this is going to go. Please ask me to be the next unit chief. "And I couldn't help but think of you. Although," he chuckled, "I think of you quite often. Usually, with you looking up at me. Not the other way around like we have here," There we go. Another offensive comment. I never took them to heart though. I'm sure he meant well.

Just then he moved even closer to me, "Is that something you would be interested in?" he asked. His hand reached and sprawled up my thigh. It crept higher, reaching around the back of my skirt.

"I'm sorry, I think I need to go," I hopped off the desk, "If this is something you are really offering me you can write me an email," my voice itched for confrontation, "And when I say this I won't say it twice," I felt an urge to say something more hurtful but knew it would get me nowhere, "I will never, EVER, trade sexual favors for a promotion. Get that straight." I said firmly. Straight. I giggled. He didn't even know about JJ and me. I slammed the door behind me and strutted down the hallway towards the elevators.

"Hey girly! What's up!" Garcia hopped in with me.

I pressed the button for the 4th floor, "Oh, nothing much. Just getting felt up by Mr. Hansy down the hall," my voice was still rich with anger.

"Uh say what now," Garcia's eyes widened.

"I thought I was checking in with Director Danston today," I twitched, "Turns out he wanted to promote me to replace Hotch. Oh, but only if I got on my knees!"