Y/N has always known Emily, growing up together and bonding over shared trauma. Even going as far as going undercover for Interpol. After the 9 grueling years, she had given up on love, it would always lead to heartbreak even if it's a good guy. Tha...
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"Maybe this time for the first time, love won't hurry away"
Emily smiled softly as she pulled you in for a hug "I've missed you" a smile tugged at your lips as she spoke. "We saw each other a couple of weeks ago, come on in" you laughed softly, shutting the door behind her.
"Now tell me why you never called back" She pried, making her way into the apartment, looking through your cabinets for wine glasses. "I meant to I promise, it's just it was interesting, to say the least," She rolled her eyes at your response, "That doesn't tell me anything, your life has never been normal"
You sighed grabbing the bottle of wine, "How much are you going to pry?" You looked over at Emily, debating if you should grab something harder. "Until you tell me everything" She gave you a devious smile, grabbing the wine glasses.
"Don't even bother with those, grab the shot glasses" You groaned, setting the bottle of wine down, grabbing the bottle of vodka instead. It wasn't that you regretted anything that happened between you and Spencer. You just knew that Emily would pry about your feelings and start to bring up your past.
You curled up on the couch, setting the liquor down on your coffee table. Emily sat next to you, placing the glasses next to the bottle. "That bad?" You shook your head pouring the shots. "Nope, you'll just want to know every little detail" You shrugged, taking the first shot before looking back at Emily.
"So who was at the door?" Emily started, watching your body language "This really hot FBI agent-" "Oh my god JJ came over?" She interrupted "Emily, I swear to god, my hot FBI agent, you know Spencer" You sighed, "Sometimes I doubt that you're older than me"
"Wait you said my, he asked you out?" You cursed yourself at your word choice, drinking the second shot before answering. "Yes and no, it's complicated" you looked back at her, "We both aren't ready for relationships, we agreed to take it slow." You explained, looking down at your lap as you remembered the night before.
"Mhm, I'm guessing you didn't stick to that plan" She motioned to the hickeys on the side of your neck. "How'd that happen?" "Well, when two people are attracted to each other, lust forms and so they act on it. Did your parents never have that talk with you?" You smiled softly as you answered her question.
"So who started it, who acted on their lust?" You shook your head refilling the shot glasses, taking another. "If I'm explaining everything, let me start from the beginning please" She nodded, leaning back on the couch.
"So, we talked about how we felt, about how I wasn't ready for a relationship. Then he asked me out on a date, but we never got to finish it. It was fun while it lasted." You recalled the key events from your weekend, watching Emily tilt her head "What do you mean while it lasted?"
"Devin showed up, and I tried to get out of there as fast as I could, but I didn't get to." "What the fuck do you mean he showed up? You don't have a restraining order against him?" You shook your head "I don't, and I mean that he was there at the park. I made sure that he couldn't hurt Spencer."
"Y/N, you're telling me you had no protection?" She scolded, "Em, don't give me that crap. I fucking know how to take care of myself. I don't need a man to protect me. He would've killed Spencer, the worst that he could do to me is what? Kidnap me? Spencer knew where I was, he would've known who kidnapped me."
"He could've killed you, not just Spencer." She reasoned, "I know him. I lived with him for 9 years, if he was going to kill me it would've been a year ago when Interpol took the IRA down. He might kill me, but he would definitely torture me first. He would make sure I suffered, not a bullet. Spencer would've gotten a bullet."
"Now let me finish my story, I have to fucking meet him next week with Bella, but then I came home. Guess who was there?" You smiled and turned to Emily, watching her drink from the bottle. "BAD EMILY. PUT THE VODKA DOWN AND ANSWER MY QUESTION" you scolded her, tugging the bottle from her lips.
"Do I now get to hear how you got railed?" You nodded, setting the bottle on the end table. "Okay, so Reid was there." "He was, he wanted to make sure I got home safe. We were gonna just finish our date here, you know get takeout and talk about life. But, I was being sarcastic and I told him that unless he was gonna pin me against the door and kiss me, to go and sit down. Well, he's confident, and yeah." You grinned softly as you recalled the memories.
"So you initiated it but he acted on it first." She deciphered, looking over at you to clarify. You nodded, humming in response. "So did you talk about what you two were?" You shook your head at the question "Nope, I wanted to hear more about what the BAU is like since you haven't told me anything. He thought I meant serial killers so we ended up talking about Ted Bundy."
"Kid, come on, what's happened between you two." Morgan's voice filled the break room, followed by the sound of Garcia's heels clicking against the tile.
"We're taking things slow, I think." He explained, praying that he didn't have to elaborate on the topic. "You think? Well, what have you done?" Garcia inquired wanting to know everything. "We went on a date, and that's all you need to know" He elaborated, making his way back to his desk.
"Really? Y/N says otherwise" Morgan hummed, following after the genius to his desk. "And how do you know that?" "Prentiss told Garcia everything that y/n told her." He answered honestly, "I wouldn't classify that as slow"
Spencer shook his head, packing up his things for the day "Morgan, please stay out of it. You don't need to know about my personal life."
