i love you (Emily Prentiss x Reader)

Champagne Problems

TW: physical abuse, emotional abuse, distressing themes

Emily POV

You walked into Garcia's office, on the brink of crying again.

"Hey sweets," Garcia said, standing up and pulling you into a hug.

"I know this is hard, but I want you to tell me whatever you know. This'll be hard on the both of us because we both love her. But in order to save her, I need any small detail that she has given you. If you ever need to stop and take a break, that's 100% okay, okay?"

You nodded, pulling up a chair and sitting in it.

You began to tell Garcia everything that could give her more information on Joanna, minutes passing by quickly.

Y/N POV

You we're starting to lose hope.

You had no idea how long you had been in there, but it felt like forever.

Joanna hadn't given you any food or water, which added onto the pain of the beatings.

She had started to come in less often, which meant every time she would beat you it would be worse than the last.

At this point, you were pretty sure everything had been broken.

Everything hurt, even your hair. There was no way you were going to get out of here by yourself, you needed the team.

You needed Emily.

Emily POV

After I had finished telling Garcia everything I knew, we were both crying.

You were on the brink of a massive panic attack, which was understandable.

The girl you loved had been kidnapped and you had no idea where or how she was.

"Music," was all you said to Garcia, the panic setting in.

You pulled out your phone and picked a playlist, not caring which one.

You needed something that reminded you of y/n to calm you down.

You booked the night train for a reason

So you could sit there in this hurt

Bustling crowds or silent sleepers

You're not sure which is worse

You sat there for a while, Garcia running information through her systems.

You needed to find her, and fast.

Y/N POV

Joanna had come in again, you too tired and in pain to even flinch.

You noticed a camera and tripod in her hands, and since you worked at the BAU, you knew exactly what it was for.

She set it up, you staring at her from your position on the floor.

She had left your clothes on, which were now splattered with blood.

Joanna finally got the tripod and camera set up, turning it on and sending the feed back to Garcia's office.

Because I dropped your hand while dancing

Left you out there standing

Crestfallen on the landing

Champagne problems

Your mom's ring in your pocket

My picture in your wallet

Your heart was glass, I dropped it