Emily has spent her entire life moving from country to country. No friends, no personal life, and not a care in the world. Her days are spent hotboxing the bathroom and disappointing her mother. The only thing keeping her on the somewhat "straight" and narrow is her crush. JJ is George Washington High's IT girl. Captain of the girl's soccer team, jock boyfriend, and straight A's. Both girls are well known throughout their school. One for being the hot, new girl, the other for being a perfect princess. What does highschool hold for Jemily? This story follows Emily Prentiss (who no one knows much about other than rumors spread by classmates) and Jennifer (JJ) Jareau (the cute, cool girl with who everyone wants to be friends) as they find their way through high school and adolescence. That makes it sound serious... it's not... it's just Jemily in high school. This is a continuation of 'Meet Me in the Bathroom', a chapter from my 'Jemily One Shots', so if you haven't read that yet you should. Both are written like Emily is telling a story. It will include smut (but I don't get graphic), cursing, and will not be a super continuous story (more broken up but still connected).

Y/n has a secret. Actually, she has a few secrets. Y/n used to be involved with the BDSM community for several years with her fiancee, until her new job at the BAU slowly forced her to become more and more separated from her double life. One fateful night, it all changes. Y/n's life is now in shambles, and she has to navigate through her feelings alone. Y/n tries to throw herself into her work, finally allowing herself to become close with her team; but there's one person she can't connect with - her unit chief, Emily Prentiss. Y/n admires her from a distance, concealing her feelings for her unit chief. It works for a few months, but secrets are bound to be exposed, especially when you work with the world's top profilers. One case that hits way too close to home for Y/n proves just that. ... My phone dings as I sit back. I grab it, seeing a text from Emily. I gape openly at her text. "Fucking hell," I breathe. "What? What is it?" Garcia questions me in concern. I swallow harshly. "Emily texted me," I say, "It's a list of rules for tonight." "What do they say?" Garcia asks excitedly. I bite my lip as I read her text out loud. I take a breath, looking at Penelope. She shrugs at you through the mirror. "How are you doing?" She checks. I shake my head. "As good as I can be, given my role-play with the Chief just began," I groan, "I am going to regret this." ... TRIGGERS angst smut BDSM swearing degradation potential lack of aftercare - death/unaliving guns and other unaliving instruments blood mentions of rape and torture (for the cases obvs) kidnapping (for the cases, again, obvs) - anxiety/panic attacks depression throwing up (mostly from being drunk fun fact, Y/n likes to party) ---- *obvs I don't own any of the CM cast. I'm not following a particular plot from the show, and I make up my own cases for the team to work on. It's more fun for me and helps the story line --- #1: jj - 9/6/24 #1: jenniferjareau - 9/6/24 #1: prentiss - 9/6/24