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emilyprsblog · 5 months

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A new shade of red

tw: severe self harm, implied suicide, tears (everyone’s crying)

summary: the team finds hotchniss’ daughter, lola, at her most vulnerable

wc: 2k

chapter: one | two

Emily couldn’t stop thinking about all the teams’ voices overlapping, their tones absolutely terrified as they panicked. In just a few short minutes, all their lives would be changed forever. Emily’s life as a mom would change, Aaron’s life as a dad would change. Their usual worries would be something else entirely.

“Hey, has anyone seen Lola?” Emily asked, her heart slightly racing as she looked at her team and her husband at the table, the volume in the room fading as they looked at Emily.

“I think she said she was going to the bathroom.” JJ answered, noticing Emily’s slightly wide eyes as she stood in front of them. The dark haired woman turned around, rushing down the hall to the bathroom, leaving the team looking at each other with frowns, confusion making it hard to resume talking about what they were just seconds ago.

JJ stood up, giving the team a small smile as she, too, walked down the hall, seeing Emily knocking rapidly on the bathroom door.

“Lola?” Four more knocks. Nothing. “Honey, you’ve been in there for a long time now.” JJ just watched as Emily breathed heavily, not being able to stand completely still. “Lola?” Two more knocks. Nothing.

Emily turned around, looking at JJ with a frown, her hands on her waist as she bit her lower lip. JJ looked at her with soft, slightly wide eyes. Emily exhaled.

“JJ, I…” It sounded like she swallowed a cry. “I need you to get Aaron here.” JJ heard the desperation in her friend’s voice and she nodded, hurrying to get him. Emily stayed there, continuing to knock, telling herself that her thoughts were wrong. That this wasn’t really happening.

After moments, that felt far too long, her husband was by her side, asking if she was okay.

“I’m fine, I just… you need to get in there.” Emily tried to open the door, mentally telling herself that maybe it would magically open. Aaron looked at his wife, seeing her eyes shining with slight tears. Her voice was laced with concern and her breaths were short. “Aaron, right now. Open the door. I don’t care how you do it, just get it open.” Her words were hurried and she got a glance of JJ fidgeting with her fingers, her eyes unsure.

Aaron grabbed the handle, crashing the side of his body to the door over and over again. It felt like forever until the door finally opened and Aaron was not at all nearly prepared for the sight he was exposed to. There she was, his 15 year old daughter, blood covering her whole arm, her clothes and the floor. He opened his mouth in a silent gasp as he rushed to her side, horrified by how pale she was. Emily and JJ caught sight of the situation and their hearts hurt as they saw Aaron try to talk Lola back to consciousness. Emily covered her mouth, tears burning in her eyes the second her palm touched her skin. JJ was right behind her, tears watering in her eyes too as she fumbled to get her phone from her pocket. The seconds felt too many as her shaky hands failed her.

“One of you has to call an ambulance, right now.” Aaron barked, cupping his hands over Lola’s arm, trying desperately to stop the bleeding.

“I am. I am.” JJ’s voice trembled and she let out a relieved breath when she finally grabbed her phone, dialing 911. She grabbed Emily who had began depending on the wall as to not fall. Emily’s knees were weak and her body felt heavy as she felt an arm around her waist, pulling her away from the scene. Away from the image that was going to haunt her for years to come.

“How long, JJ?” The blonde heard Aaron ask.

“I don’t know. I’m trying to find out.” She inhaled, trying her best to comfort Emily who was seconds away from collapsing.

“Get me a first aid kit.” JJ didn’t know what to do. Her arm was beginning to hurt from trying to hold up Emily and her heart hurt as she couldn’t stop thinking about what was happening just a wall away. She couldn’t hear what the woman on the phone way saying, not clearly. She felt her lips move but she didn’t hear herself. She heard something that sounded like they were going to be there as fast as they could. JJ heard herself mutter a ‘thank you’ as she looked around for a first aid kit. She searched high up, seeing the green box she was looking for on a shelf. She reached up, her breaths uneven.

As soon as Aaron got a hold of the box, he immediately got to work, bandaging up his daughter’s arm, his chest hurting as he looked at his little girl, her face pale and head heavy.

“Lola, honey. I need you to look at me.” He said, slightly panicking as the blood seeped through the bandage. “Lola. Look at me.” His brown eyes met Lola’s dark ones. “Good. Keep looking at me.” He nodded, glancing at JJ who was barely visible behind the doorway. “JJ, get Rossi in here. You need to take care of Emily right now.” Aaron shouted, not sure if JJ even heard him through Emily’s sobs. There was no answer, but moments later, he heard hurrying footsteps and then David talking to the operator on JJ’s phone. Aaron exhaled, keeping light pressure on the bandage.

Without the phone in hand, JJ could finally keep her focus on Emily who was completely destroyed. In the corner of her eye, she saw Spencer rush in.

When Emily tried to go into the bathroom, JJ gripped her even tighter, keeping her away from the bathroom.

“No, no, no. Emily. Emily.” JJ softly spoke, her voice trembling as she lead the brunette out to the hall. Emily leaned against the wall, hyperventilating as she slid down to the ground. JJ was right beside her, usually comforting words coming from her lips as her throat began to close up. They didn’t help much now. “Emily.” Her sobs were too loud. JJ placed her hands on Emily’s cheeks, caressing as she tried to initiate eye contact. “Emily, breathe. Emily. Emily. Look at me.” Emily looked up, her eyes having a certain heartbreak JJ had never seen before. Her feelings were overwhelming. “It’s going to be okay.” JJ nodded, Emily looked down, taking a short breath. “Look at me. Breathe.” Emily looked up again, her brown eyes staying on JJ’s blue ones.

“She looked like she was dead, JJ.” Emily was hysterical. The sentence made the blonde’s heart hurt.

“No, no, no. She’s not. She’s not dead. She’s not.” Emily just continued sobbing, placing her own hands over JJ’s.

“I can’t lose her. I ca—“ A sharp breath. “I can’t lose her, JJ. She’s my Lola. She’s my—“

“You won’t. They’re all helping her right now and an ambulance is coming. You will not lose her.” JJ heard her name being shouted and she panicked, not knowing what to focus on. She quickly ran to the bathroom again, seeing Spencer in the doorway, looking at the scene with wide eyes. Quickly, she took a hold of his arms, looking into his eyes as she told him to go to Emily. He nodded, running out to the hall. JJ exhaled as she rushed into the bathroom, seeing Lola’ scared eyes. JJ knew what the teenager needed.

Kneeling down, JJ placed her hands on Lola’s cheeks, looking into her misty eyes. The blonde tried her best to ignore just how much blood Lola was losing.

“Stay awake, Lola.” JJ chanted when she saw how Lola’s eyes began to slowly flutter closed. “Look at me. Stay awake.” JJ felt Lola grip her arm, blood smearing on her pale skin. There wasn’t much more they could do than internally pray that Lola was going to be okay. Aaron had bandaged her arm and was keeping pressure on it. David had finished talking to the operator and now all they had to wait. It was the longest 10 minutes of her life. The longest 10 minutes of all their lives.

JJ’s eyes widened when Lola’s eyes closed completely. She lightly slapped her cheeks, chanting over and over again that Lola had to stay awake.

“No, no, no.” Her heart picked up speed for the thousandth time that night. “Lola. Lola. Lola. Open your eyes. Lola.” JJ teared up, she had never felt so hopeless and useless in her life. “Look at me.” The teenager suddenly opened her eyes, and JJ nodded in encouragement, never stopped looking into her eyes.

Lola’s vision was blurry when she opened her eyes. Her head was pounding and her ears were ringing. It took a while for her to realize who was in front of her. Her eyes finally focused after a while, seeing JJ looking at her with tears in her eyes. She felt the blonde’s hands on her cheeks, caressing lovingly, but Lola also felt how much they were trembling. Using all the little strength she had left, Lola weakly grabbed JJ’s hand, wanting her soft skin to be the last thing she felt, instead of her own blood, before she died. A few beats and everything went black.

Now, as Emily sat in the hospital with the entire team there, no one speaking, she could not shake the thoughts of having to prepare to come home without her daughter. Having to tell Jack that his little sister had killed herself. She wouldn’t ever survive that. None of them would.

Emily closed her eyes, trying to get the thoughts to go away. She exhaled, gently squeezing JJ’s hand. The blonde hadn’t left Emily’s side since they arrived at the hospital.

Sitting in the waiting room was almost, selfishly, as bad as seeing her daughter on the floor. All the quiet, all the time to think about how long her daughter had been doing this. Emily didn’t miss the faint scars on her arms from what seemed like months prior to this. She didn’t know how they had missed it. Didn’t understand how Lola was in so much pain and they hadn’t seen it.

Emily felt a gentle squeeze back, but this time, it meant something more than comfort. Emily looked up, seeing a doctor walking towards her. She held her breath, putting her free hand where JJ and her were already holding hands, looking at the doctor with expectant eyes.

“Emily, is it?” Emily nodded, seeing Aaron come back from the bathroom. He hurried to Emily’s side when he saw the doctor. “We’ve moved your daughter to a ward.” The woman started. Aaron sat down next to his wife, Emily placing her head on his shoulder as they listened to the doctor, her hands still holding JJ’s tightly. “She’s just come out of surgery. She’ll need to be reviewed by psychiatry tomorrow morning.”

“Is she going to be okay, then?” Aaron asked, his voice hoarse and exhausted. Emily felt the way he sounded.

“We’ll know more tomorrow.” The doctor gave a comforting smile. “Do you want to see her?” Emily and Aaron both immediately nodded. Emily turned to JJ, giving her a small smile before she let go of her hand, feeling a small bit of emptiness at the loss of contact. Aaron placed his arm around Emily’s waist, both of them slightly shaking with nervousness as they followed the doctor down door after door.

Tears burned in Emily’s time again when she saw her daughter on the hospital bed. Seeing Lola so small and vulnerable, with a bandage covering her arm, made Emily quietly gasp. She was afraid she would never stop crying.

Aaron didn’t know what to feel. He didn’t know what to do. He was mad at himself for not noticing just how much his own daughter was suffering. He was sad for not noticing how much his own daughter was suffering. At the same time, he felt numb. The feeling of his daughter’s blood in his hands made him feel so many overwhelming feelings, but he felt numb at the same time.

Two chairs were placed next to the bed and the parents hesitantly sat down, looking at their daughter who was asleep. Emily grabbed her hand, caressing it and saw how many scars Lola had on her arms. Emily quietly whimpered and felt Aaron take Lola’s hand as well. She looked at him. The love of her life, and saw how much he was hurting too. She placed her free hand on his cheek, caressing it as a tear rolled down his cheek. Her thumb delicately brushed it away. She wanted to say something. But she didn’t know what. What are you supposed to say when your daughter slits her wrists?

“She’ll be okay.” Emily ended up saying. She wanted to take it back the second she began the sentence. Aaron said nothing, he just looked down at their hands. “Aaron, honey? Are you listening to me?” Her voice was gentle. “She’s going to be okay.” She didn’t know why she said it again. Aaron nodded, a slight, obviously unsure nod. “Honey… look at me.” He did and when he raised his head, Emily saw how much Aaron seemed to just want to cry. Let it out. Emily prayed that he wouldn’t keep this in until he eventually broke.

Aaron stared at what could’ve been Emily’s face, but she was too good of a profiler to see that his eyes were resting at a spot just past her ear. Silence for a moment and Emily was afraid that she was going to have to beg him to talk.

“… I should have noticed.” The words came so unexpectedly that Emily barely registered what he said. She blinked.

“Aaron…” Emily cooed.

“We’re profilers.” He scoffed, his shiny gaze slipping back to their hands. “We’re parents. I missed it.”

“We all did.” Emily spoke. It was true. It was most likely hopeful ignorance, denial. They had all noticed that something was off but they hadn’t given her more than invitations to talk. Aaron, at least, didn’t want to believe that it was anything too serious. He didn’t like to think of his children in pain, and he’d prefer to manipulate himself than to try and fix it. The guilt made him feel nauseous.

“I thought that after Reid, I would notice things like this. Notice if people weren’t okay and be able to keep a close eye on things.”

“She hid it well.” Emily spoke, voice unsure. The words were for her own benefit as well.

“Did she?” Aaron asked, his voice cracking in the slightest way as he looked up at his wife, seeing her hesitant facial expression. Emily didn’t know what to say, so she swallowed the thick feeling in her throat, looking at her daughter again.

Hours went by and the parents were asleep. Emily was still holding her daughter’s hand, leaning her head on her husband’s shoulder. Aaron kept a hand around her as he leaned his head on hers.

Lola heard soft snores coming from somewhere. It took a moment for her eyes to relax at the harsh light that shone from the ceiling. She swallowed, her throat dry and sore. As soon as she noticed her parents, she felt claustrophobic in her body. She couldn’t quite move. She could wiggle her toes slightly and after a beat, she recognized her mother’s hand in her own. Mustering up strength, she squeezed slightly. The way her mother immediately woke up made Lola feel guilty.

“…Hi, baby.” Emily smiled, leaning closer to kiss Lola’s hand. Aaron also woke up when he heard Emily’s voice, looking at his daughter with so much sadness.

Lola looked at her parents for a moment before she turned her head as much as she could the other way, her feelings and memories catching up to her and she began to cry. Her face contorted into the most heartbreaking frown that made Emily’s heart hurt. She leaned closer, cooing.

“Hey…” She whispered, squeezing Lola’s hand tighter. “Hey, honey.” When Lola began quietly sobbing, Emily hushed her. Aaron took her hand over Emily’s.

“I’m so sorry.” Lola whimpered, her chest hurting at all her family’s faces. The way JJ looked at her before she had passed out made its way to her mind.

“No, Lola. Don’t apologize.” Aaron spoke, voice gentle as he too, leaned closer.

“I’m so sorry.” Lola continued, feeling so utterly humiliated and embarrassed. She felt guilty for scaring everyone, and she did it all for nothing. It didn’t even work. She was still here.

“Sweetheart, listen to me.” Emily spoke. Lola turned her head, looking at her parents who seemed to do everything not to break down. “You have nothing to be sorry for. It is not your fault that you’re hurting, okay?” Lola still felt guilty, but she nodded, not wanting her parents to worry anymore. Although, she doubted they would ever stop worrying. They would never trust her to be alone again. She closed her eyes, wanting the ground to just swallow her whole. “We are here for you. Me, your dad, the entire team too. We love you so much, baby.” Lola swallowed her sobs, wanting to ask a question.

“Are you mad at me?” She whispered, her voice trembling. “Is the team mad at me?”

“No, no, no.” Emily shook her head, the concerned frown on her face that she so often had.

“No one is mad at you.” Aaron spoke. “No one. We’re worried, honey. We all love you and we care about you.”

“I’m sorry.” Lola spoke, she couldn’t ever apologize enough for hurting everyone like she did. Emily shook her head, her eyes soft.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

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missmitchieg · 1 month

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#criminal minds #emily prentiss #paget brewster #oh sweetheart <3 #it's sad that anyone tells her to get injections or dye her lovely hair

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dcvidsrossi · 1 year

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Emily: What am I most afraid of? Hmm, let's see...

Reid: Global warming. And getting a ‘B’.

Rossi: The phone ringing in the middle of the night.

Hotch: I'm too much of a perfectionist.

Rossi: Aaron, this isn't a job interview.

Hotch: Oh, man. Job interviews.

Morgan: Nothing.

Reid: Yeah, right. What about the pigeons?

Morgan: No, I don't like them. They're shifty.

Will: Losing JJ.

JJ: Aww. Hotel bedspreads.

Will:

Penelope: Never getting my driver's license. Or getting one but the picture sucks.

Emily: Dying alone.

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emberfrostlovesloki · 1 month

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Gideon + Poetry

All photo credits are at the end

"Romance #1" by Eunsong Kim

like some 14 year old girl waiting for her crush to glance back i

keep waiting for capitalism to end

but it won't end

my adult life lover states

on what will end:

Libraries Birds Retirement Recess Sprinting during recess Hispid Hares Starfish shaped like stars inconvenience Wrinkles Sunken cheeks Living Corals Protests Anti-Nuclear Proliferation Non-Aggression Pacts Dragonflies Mangosteen DMZs Trade Embargos Leopards, all kinds Sawfins Rewilding Infiltration Plot/Dreams Oak, Trees. Partulina Varisbilis Partulina Slendida (-------) Violence Prevention Programs News. News:

Might a few jellyfish survive—

counting till revelations becomes a part of—

I feel like Gideon isn't talked about very much, and I get it. He's in the show far less than Rossi, and his ending is unsatisfying. But in many ways, he built the team. He's Spencer's father figure and Aaron's friend. He sticks up for Elle, Emily, and Penelope and keeps Morgan in balance. I think he is sad for much of the show and is good at hiding it. I think this poem represents that dynamic well. He's waiting for the world to be good. He's waiting for something that will never come, and in the end, that's why he has to leave.

But I just want to remind you all there is good in the world. There is hope out there. You matter and if you feel sad or alone I am always here to talk. Please be kind to yourselves today. I hope the start to your weeks is amazing! Love Levi - ❤️

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hookechoes · 4 months

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"you actually died?" reid literally became a five year old child in that moment, god

#so soft. so sad. wheres his emmy #criminal minds #spencer reid #emily prentiss

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abbyanderson345 · 5 months

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the only reason my parents love me is because i’m there daughter not because they love me

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wintersxani · 11 months

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𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤'𝐬 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Emily Prentiss x Fem!reader

Warning(s): use of y/n, death of y/n, Emily having to witness it, implied SA, just sad overall

Word count: 2041

Characters: Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, Penelope Garcia, Jennifer Jareau, Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid

Summary: When you get captured by an unsub and your team finds out where you are, your lover and coworker, Emily Prentiss, seeks you out. Only she’s too late to save you.

She blamed herself for not driving home with you the night the unsub took you from outside your shared apartment. The work she had done could've waited... and maybe you would've still been with her and your guys' team. "Emily, we might've got something." Derek informed from across the alley they had been in, where the unsub had dumped his last victim. 'Clock's ticking' was carved into the girl's abdomen, serving as a reminder of the time you had left alive was thinning. Desolately, she stared at this poor girl, just like she had the past two. Seeing the state she was in... she knew what their unsub had in store for you, and it made her want to scream- lash out; hurt somebody. Hurt Robert Delmont- the man who was hiding you.

Emily's gaze moved from the lifeless body to Derek, who rushed over with his phone extended. "Okay, talk to me baby." He eagerly spoke into the phone, examining his coworker's distraught expression as his own heart raced. "I found Robert's house. I narrowed down your area and used the information you guys provided- and I found it. 24 Newberg Road, you're about six minutes away."

Emily hadn't wasted a second before running towards her SUV; Derek on her tail replied: "Copy that, thanks Garcia."

"Godspeed, guys. Save our girl." Penelope spoke from the other end, ending the call to inform the rest of the team as Derek and Emily climbed in the car, speeding to the home you were being held in.

Faintly through the singular basement window, you could see flashing red and blue lights. Relief washed over you as tears fell down your cheeks. You struggled against the restraints you were held in, arms sore from being held in the same upwards position for these past 8 & 1/2 hours. You could hear the steel door creek open and shut as footsteps descending followed. Your relief left you as you met face to face with Robert, who rushed towards you, throwing a punch to your face. "They think they're going to save you."

Your lip was already busted, and you had cuts and bruises marking your whole body. He moved behind you, putting a blade up to your neck. Your breath hitched as he pulled your head back by your hair, whispering in your ear; "Time to prove them wrong."

Emily had already been out of the passenger's side before it came to a full stop, rushing inside the home. Derek followed after her, whisper-yelling for her to wait. She didn't oblige, rather rushed in anyway. In no way was she going to string out the little time you had left. She motioned for Derek to search upstairs, receiving a nod in return. They both should've waited for the rest of their team, but Emily already made it clear she couldn't wait, and Derek understood. This was personal... and time wasn't in their favor, if Robert was following his 10 hours spent with each victim.

Her heart was pounding as she neared every corner, pausing when she observed the steel door cracked open. While she should've retrieved Derek for backup, she went down instead, keeping her gun aimed ahead. The door shut behind her, leaving her in total darkness as it made a beeping noise. Only then did she realize that it had no handle on the inside, but that it needed a keycard, likely installed by the twisted killer who brought women down here, guaranteeing that escaping was out of the question. The air was cold and bitter down here, smelling of metal and mildew; agony so potent in the air. She breathed heavily, continuing her descent as she prepared for what laid ahead.

But nothing could've prepared her to meet face to face with you, strung up and beaten. So vulnerable and broken. A tang of pain struck her heart as she watched your face pinch, tears mixing with the crimson on your cheeks. The knife against your neck made her blood run cold as she aimed at the unsub. "Back away and drop the knife." Her voice came out firm as she remained at a safe distance, not wanting to push the Delmont man. "Ah, Emily Prentiss."

"I said back away and drop the-"

"I do that and you put me in prison, or I kill her and you kill me. Doesn't seem like a win-win situation, now does it?"

"Let her go." She ordered, unable to tell the man that she didn't want to shoot him. If anything, she wanted to torture him for the trauma he had inflicted on you. Make him feel every bit of pain you have felt- every bit of pain she had felt in the absence of you.

"I know how deeply you care for her... she's so... extravagant. I'd want her too. Well, I had her... that's for sure." He chuckled as you shut your eyes tightly. Her lip curled as her eyebrows furrowed, reminding herself of the oath she took for this job. An oath that she wished didn't exist in this very moment. "You son of a bitch."

"You want me to slit her throat right now? I will."

"You know what I want you to do. If you comply, we can negotiate-"

"We both know that's bullshit. Don't we?" He stated, turning to put his lips up to your ear at the last part. You tried to pull away, but he yanked your head back. Emily was panicking because she didn't have a clear shot of him. He was perfectly blocked by your shaking body, and you would be hit in order to get him, no matter the angle.

"You walk out those doors and leave, I'll spare her. Leave her for you to find in a couple days."

"I'm not negotiating this with you."

"I thought you wanted to negotiate? Don't you want her alive?" He started, tilting his head as he watched Emily's expression harden. "I can leave her lifeless if you'd prefer... yeah. Yeah that sounds better." Pounding came from the steel door upstairs as all three below heard Derek's shouts. "Clock's ticking." He grinned as Emily's body shivered, mouth opening to speak. "No. Times up." He finalized; In a swift motion, he sliced your neck open as you cried out. Her body stilled, though her reflexes didn't waste a second to shoot his withdrawn arm. He scampered to the side, clutching his arm as he rushed towards her. She was quicker, firing one final shot that knocked him down for good.

Her gaze moved back at you, watching the blood pour to the ground below your bowed head. "Y/n-" spit from her mouth as she rushed towards you, untying the ropes around your wrists, letting you fall into her arms. You were coughing on your own blood as she tried to turn you on your side, clearing your airway as she applied pressure to your open wound. "Stay with me my love, stay with me." She instructed, pushing the hair out of your face as you looked up at her.

Never had she felt fear like this before as her arms desperately pulled your shaking body closer to hers, trying to keep you curled into her like you would several nights spent together. She'd whisper how much she loved you as she held you dearly as she'd kiss your head, reminding you that in those moments, it was just you two. Not the job, not the world. You were each other's safe havens; the only light outside the dark they faced every day.

"I'm right here. I've got you, love. Stay with me." She spoke quickly, keeping pressure as crimson spilled over her fingers. You were struggling to breath, but you needed to speak; you knew you weren't leaving this basement, just like you knew she was denying that truth. It pained you to be aware of your fate when you had finally found the other half to your soul that spent every waking moment reminding you of what real love was. Slowly, your arm rested on her hand upon your neck, grasping it. Her broken eyes peered down at you as both of you could hear your other team members desperately trying to get through that godforsaken door, calling out your guys' names.

"They're going to get us out of here... and we're gonna get you to a hospital- you're gonna be okay. I- I'm right here." She insisted, clenching her jaw as she fought back the tears lining her waterline. If you saw her break, she was sure you would too. She needed to be strong, but all you needed in this moment was her. "Em-" You tried, unable to continue as blood poured from the corner of your mouth. "Don't try to talk honey-"

"Emily." You managed to get out, choking on your blood as her head slightly shook. "Lis-listen to me." Your hand squeezed hers as she tried to talk again. "You k-know what's going t-to happen."

"No."

"Emily-"

"No-"

"I'm not going to m-make it."

"No! No I don't accept that." She exclaimed, her head shaking vigorously as a sob slipped from her throat. "Em, please-" You tried, but she cut you off as tears now began to fall down her cheeks. "I can't- I can't accept that. I need you. I'm always going to need you." Her voice was utterly broken; already in denial, she couldn't stop shaking her head at you, pushing away the thoughts of what life would be like when she stepped outside of this house, knowing you weren't ever coming home with her.

"I love you s-" You had started, beginning to fade out of consciousness. Her eyes widened as she used her arm from under you to touch your face, pulling your body up to hers. "So much." You managed to finish, though your eyes were slowly shutting. Exhaustion wasn't even a comparable word to what you were feeling. When the pain started to fade, and you began to feel numb, you knew your time was up. "Hey- Stay with me y/n." She slightly shook you; your eyes weren't fully closed, but your eyelids were drooped. "Please stay with me." Her words were quiet, small. So much pain was laced in those four words as she felt the exact moment your life left your body.

Her body stilled as she pulled back to look at your face; eyelids were still drooped, but you were gone. Her jaw slowly slacked as she shook her head, removing her hand from your throat before placing it on your cheek, gently tilting your head at an angle where you would be able to see her. "No- no please!" Sobs were spilling from her lips as her chest heaved, thumb stroking your face delicately. "I need you-"

A loud, ground shaking bang came from the upstairs as she pulled your lifeless body up against her chest, cradling the back of your head over her shoulder as the other hand tightly held your bare waist. "Emily!" Derek's voice erupted from the stairway as several footsteps boomed from afar.

"I love you- I love you so much." She wept, eyes shut tightly as the rest of her team members made it downstairs, halting at the sight. The unsub's body had been the first thing observed, but the sight of Emily cradling your lifeless body- seeing Emily shattered in a way that they'd never seen before caused them to still.

JJ's hand covered her mouth as Hotch lowered his gun, tears beginning to brim in his own eyes despite his usual cold exterior. Rossi & Spencer beside him unable to watch as he turned away, walking into JJ's embrace. Then there was Derek, who stood with his mouth agape, heart plummeting. One of his best friends was forever broken, and the other dead.

Eventually, JJ had to pull Emily from your body, which took a tremendous amount of effort to do. Your lover had refused to let you go as she cried I'm sorry's and pleas for you to come back to her. Knowing you died before she said I love you back destroyed her. She just wanted to hold you; to kiss you one more time. Yet all she could do was kiss your forehead as they removed you from her arms, watching your hand leave hers.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss fic #emily prentiss fanfiction #reader x emily prentiss #reader dies #reader death #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fics #criminal minds fanfiction #reader is bau agent #sad emily prentiss #unsub #unsub captures reader #wintersxani #wintersxani works #wintersxanicriminalminds

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dodgeirs · 13 days

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"think i'll miss you forever. like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky. later's better than ever. even if you're gone, i'm gonna drive."

is so deeply "dead" emily prentiss and reader.

#ᥫ᭡ dodgeirs talks.#thank you lana del rey for your lyricism #cr. summertime sadness #criminal minds #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader

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nadjantipaxos · 1 year

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criminal minds | season 7

demily moments

#i forgot how sad the dancing scene makes me someone hold my hand #criminal minds #emily prentiss #derek morgan #demily #criminalmindsedit #tvedit #usercats #userkayjay #singinprincess #gothprentiss #cm gifs #i really wanted to add in the moment during the explosion #where derek stands up and is like WHERE IS EMILY and jj fucking bOOKS it into the building lmao #i know she was going after will its just so funny that she doesnt even think she just runs into the building #bc now her husband AND wife are missing in there #a great djemily moment if you ask me #jj: this is my husband will and my wife emily and that is her husband derek #*mine

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moonysreid · 15 days

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could someone throw some comfort fic recs to read at me, please?

they can be hurt comfort and i’m encouraging self promo 🥸

#i’m sad :)#spencer reid x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #emily prentiss x reader #kaz brekker x reader #remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader #james potter x reader

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emilyprsblog · 6 months

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Unexpected visit

tw: daddy issues, mentions of neglect, mentions of abuse, argument, tears, feels and more feels

summary: matilda gets an unexpected visit from her father, but not without any drama

note: this is so horrendous, but i was bored and sleep deprived writing this…

“Agent Hallisay, your father is here.” A worker reported. Matilda was by her desk when she heard the voice say her name. She glanced up from her computer, to her coworkers. She had no idea her father would be coming or why he was here.

“Okay, thank you.” She faked a smile as she stood up from her chair. Emily, Matilda’s closest friend, knew in detail how painful this relationship was for Matilda, so she hoped her father wasn’t here to stir up trouble. Of course, that was just wishful thinking and she was more than prepared for his familiar hurtful comments.

“I’ll go with you.” Emily said, standing up to go to her friend.

“Yeah, me too.” JJ added, her maternal instinct taking over and she knew that Matilda’s father was a handful.

“No, it’s okay, guys. It’s not like he’s going to kill me.” She scoffed. Maybe that wasn’t the best thing to say around profilers in a BAU.

“You know, that being one of the first things you said makes me wonder if he actually will.” Derek spoke. It was clear that Matilda had parental issues just by the way she clung to Emily and JJ. She always subconsciously searched after mother figures, being almost disgusted by men being fatherly. “We’ll all go.” Matilda was secretly relieved to hear Derek say that, because with company, her father would likely be less… him. They all walked to the entrance to meet Matilda’s father, Emily by her side.

“Hi, dad.” The profilers all picked up on how fake it sounded.

“Matilda, hello.” Her father, Jason, said while going in for a hug. Matilda was taken aback at the gesture but awkwardly hugged him back. As they pulled away after just a few short seconds, Jason looked at the group of people around Matilda.

“This is Emily, JJ, Penelope, Spencer, Aaron, Derek and David.” Matilda smiled as she introduced her family. “You guys, this is my dad.” Matilda tried to make her voice sound happy, but she physically couldn’t.

“Ah, so you’re Emily Prentiss. I couldn’t pay Matilda to stop talking about you. It’s good to set a face on the name.” Matilda blushed and Emily laughed as she placed her hand on Matilda’s back. It was true. Whenever the very rare phone calls appeared, if it got quiet, Matilda would talk about her relationship with Emily.

“We’ve all heard things about you as well.” Emily smiled.

“I’m sure nothing nice.” There it was, Matilda thought. It was basically fine for some seconds, but then her dad went back to being himself.

“Dad, I— That’s not true! I haven’t said anything bad about you.” It was true. Even after the abuse, the neglect, the trauma, Matilda was loyal towards her father. The team hated that and could see how much it damaged her.

“Well, let’s not ponder on that anymore. I’m here to take you to lunch.”

“Actually, dad.” It was worded carefully. “I can’t. I’ve had some pretty tough days of a case and I really need to sleep. I’m sure I can do something with you tomorrow, though.” The team held their breaths, knowing this conversation was going to get tense.

“You know what? You can have your excuses, but don’t say I don’t try with you, Matilda.” Her father turned around and began to walk away. Matilda could feel her heart in her throat as tears began to build in her eyes.

“Hey, I’ll be back. Just wait here.” Matilda hurried after her father, catching him when he was close to walking into an elevator. “Dad! Dad, please wait.”

“Oh, you made it very clear you don’t want me here.”

“I need to respect my health, dad. Me needing sleep has nothing to do with you. This job is exhausting, both mentally and physically.”

“Then maybe this job isn’t for you.” He sighed.

“Dad. All those times we had to pick up our lives and start over. Was it all the women or was it you?”

“It was me not settling. I will not be made to feel bad for wanting a life.”

“A life.” Matilda scoffed. There was a pause. “I thought my life was going to get better after you adopted me. We had to move over 13 times. I never had any real friends except Emily, but I never wanted to invite her over because I didn’t know how you were going to act. I never had a place to call home. I don’t have any childhood photos except the two that mom took of me, because every time we moved we packed lighter and lighter. That is not a life, and definitely not for a child.” She could feel the tears in her eyes burning more each second, but she kept them from running down her cheeks. “But somehow, your book always made the cut.”

“That book is special to me.”

“I know. Trust me, I know.” Matilda shook her head. “The point I’m trying to make is that every time our life was ruined, I picked myself up and I picked you up. You don’t even know me. I am good at my job.” Matilda’s throat closed up with emotion and she sighed, looking down at the floor. “I am great at my job. I’m capable of things, too, you know.”

“That’s not what I mean. You’re in the book.” Matilda wanted to just walk away into Emily’s embrace. He completely ignored what she had just said. “That’s why it’s special to me.” Another change in his mood. Matilda felt guilty. “Our good moments are in that book.” He walked closer to her, Matilda held her breath, begging the universe to not make her father touch her. “I haven’t done a lot of things right in my life, Matilda. But I read about us and I remember the best thing I ever did.” He took a breath. “Do you think we could go somewhere quiet and talk?”

“You’re drunk.” The alcohol in his breath confirmed it. She had thought about it since she first met him just minutes ago. How he slightly, only slightly slurred his speech. How his eyes looked only slightly heavy. He had been a drunk for many years and knew how to hide it. The alcohol in his breath was the last straw. She couldn’t deny it anymore. “You are drunk.” The tears in her eyes welled up more and more.

“Matilda…”

“No. No. You said you were going to stop. I’m not going to let you do this anymore. I’ve been through this enough times. I’m not going to do it anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…” Matilda swallowed a sob. “you should go.”

“No, I think we should—“

“Dad! Stop. Listen to me and please, just this one time, respect me. Just go.” Jason nodded, anger on his whole face and his body language, leaving Matilda behind with the tears finally streaming down her freckled cheeks. When she got back into the bullpen and made eye contact with Emily, she quietly whimpered, quickly trying to find a place to hide. She hurried up into the round table room, closing the door and walking to stand in a corner, away from the windows and the tears just couldn’t cooperate anymore. They fell and she covered her face as she breathed heavily. She hated how much she let her father get to her and just how easily he could manipulate her. She hated how sensitive she was. She hated how empty she felt without her mother.

“Tila, honey.” She heard Emily’s voice as the door opened and Matilda sighed, wanting to just run into Emily’s arms but something in her refused to do so. She removed her hands from her face and looked at the floor until she could see Emily’s shoes in front of her. She hesitantly looked up, seeing her best friend with open arms and kind eyes. Matilda let out a sob and walked into her arms, just crying into Emily’s chest. Emily brushed through Matilda’s long, auburn hair.

Matilda lost count of how long they stood like that. Emily didn’t mind at all. Matilda was more exhausted than before and almost fell asleep, standing, in Emily’s safe embrace. Until someone walked into the room and Matilda looked up, seeing JJ and Garcia walking in, a sad frown on both of their faces.

“Oh, sunshine.” Garcia cooed, joining in on the hug, JJ doing the same only seconds after. Matilda nuzzled her face into Emily’s neck, feeling the warmth of her favorite girls. The tears dried up and they moved to the table, sitting down. Emily was holding Matilda’s hand as JJ and Garcia cooed.

“We know you’re tired, but do you want to talk about it?” Garcia asked, soft eyes and a small smile.

“It’s perfectly okay if you want to go home and sleep.” JJ spoke, voice soft. Matilda chose the much needed sleep and the three of them ended up having a small, spontaneous sleepover. They’d talk tomorrow, but right now Matilda was content with sleeping next to Emily, holding her hand, and her other two girls next to her.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss sad #emily prentiss fanfiction #oc #original character #original character matilda hallisay

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kakirokero · 2 months

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in my Criminal Minds feels :'<

#criminal minds #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #hotch you and your sad tired eyes #i love him #after rewatching he became my second fav right after emily #my art

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pagetbewbster · 2 years

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Emily Prentiss in season 6 of Criminal Minds

“I know what the world can do to a girl who only sees beauty in it.”

#cmedit #criminalmindsedit #prentissedit #Emily Prentiss #Paget Brewster #Criminal Minds #tis the season of Emily and even tho it's sad it's still my fav #my gifs

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riddlesknot · 10 months

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Weak

Part one | Part two

Masterlist

Summary: You finally snapped.

Type: Angst

Pairing: Slight Emily prentiss x reader, Father x reader.

Word count: 1000+

Warning: mention of death, physical abuse, violence, arson, reader is a murderer, character death, slight swearing.

If any of these trigger you, please, don't read.

A/n : I tried to make a gn reader, so if I make any indication towards a certain gender, please, lmk. Emily is mentioned like once, btw.

You had been at the BAU for about a year. Quite commonly known as the expert within the abusive cases. The ones where the unsub was made, through the pain and suffering of their families. The stressor, the breaking point. There was only so much pain one person could simply take without breaking, and it seemed as if the one breaking was you. You weren’t necessarily a murderer; you had visited your father again. As per usual, you didn’t leave without a few hidden bruises. It felt as though your life had never changed. The constant feeling of being suffocated followed you around everywhere.

That’s why you never came to work after your girlfriends funeral. You just opted to catch a bus home. There was only one chance to finally stand up for yourself. To put it in your father’s words, show him that you weren’t weak. Not anymore. So, you did.

You went back to your father’s house. It was plain. On the outside, it was beautiful. On the inside? That was a different story. You waited for him to arrive home. There you were, sitting on his armchair, smoking one of his cigarettes as you stared at the wall. You knew what you were going to do. You knew the consequences. But he deserved it, everything you were going to do to him. The smoke filled your lungs. It was intoxicating. Then the smoke left, right as the door opened.

The plain white walls, the restless nights, the smell of old alcohol and cigarettes. It was embedded in your memory.

As his heavy footsteps came closer, you slowly looked up. Your face was void of any emotion, and maybe that was because you simply couldn’t feel anymore. After everything? This was the only way.

“Hey, dad,” you spat, adding even more venom at the word dad. He spins on the edge of his foot before he stares, and his expression changes from shock to anger. Bringing the cigarette up to your lips once more. “I thought about what you said about how if I wasn’t weak, I would fight back.”

Your father let out a long laugh. You took a drag of the cigarette in retaliation. “Finally, “he simply said, however, the malicious smile your father once held slowly fell as he inhaled. “Do you smell that? Smells like gasoline.” The BAU had dealt with various different arsonist cases, specifically serial arsonist. The Unsub usually kills until they get to their intended victim. Not you.

He was going to die. One way or another.

You hummed at his question as the side of your lips lifted into a small smile. “Gasoline? No, think you’re going crazy, “you taunted as he rounded the corner to look into the kitchen. Squashing the cigarette into the side of the armchair, like your father had done many times before, you stood.

“The hell?” You hear your father mutter as he lifted his foot. On the ground was the entire bottle of gasoline you had bought not long ago from the gas station. Searching in your pocket, you followed your father into the kitchen with a wide smile on your face. It's probably the first smile in months. With Emily dead, no one was there for you anymore. Your smile widened as your fingers grasped around what you were searching for. “Did you do this, you little bastard?” he spoke as he turned to look at you.

“Yeah, do you like it?” You asked him as you took your hand out of your pocket, your lighter encased in your fingers. “You think I wouldn’t remember?” You tilted your head as he stepped back in fear. His mouth opened to scream before you lurched forward and covered his mouth with your open hand. “Uh, uh, shhh,” you warned as you took your hand away from his mouth, waving your index finger in a ‘no’ motion tauntingly. “You make one sound, you're dead, “you informed tutting with a smile on your face. Tears welled into your fathers’ eyes as he continued to back away from you once more.

“Why?” he croaked as he backed against one of the counters in the kitchen. You press your lips together before shaking your head. What a stupid question? You thought.

“Why?” you asked angrily, your fingers clenched around the lighter even more as your pupils dilate in anger. “You did this to yourself,” you point as you stomp towards him, trying to get even closer to the counter of the kitchen than humanly possible your father cowered back in fear. “You’re a coward. You’re nothing.” You sneered, your jaw clenched and unclenched. You looked to the lighter in your hand before you promptly turned on your foot and out of the kitchen.

You could vaguely hear your father breathe a sigh of relief, but you didn’t care. “Say hello to Mum for me, “you called as the fire on the lighter ignited as did the house behind you. The screams of your father filled the silence of the street as the flames licked every part of your childhood home. It was like an invisible weight was pulled off of your shoulders. You watched, just to be completely sure that you were rid of him. The houses popped and sizzled. It didn’t even take half a minute for your fathers screams to diminish. You scoffed before muttering a small, ‘weak.’ The sounds of Sirens filled the streets as the firefighters pulled you away, they asked you questions, ‘who are you?’ ‘Did you know the owner of the house?’.

The police had even tried to question you, but your only response was you asking for the FBI, the BAU to be exact. The policemen had simply laughed in your face the first time that you asked before he was pulled out of the interrogation room by a superior. You didn’t say anything else as you stared at the wall, disinterested about what was happening around you. Propping you head into your hands, you closed your eyes.

His screams echoed through your mind as you chuckled to yourself. And he thought you were weak.

#bau #emily prentiss x reader #angst with a sad ending #be gay commit arson #criminal minds #child abuse #tw

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softhairedhotch · 7 months

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no cause how dare they write an episode where emily prentiss is being a motherly figure to a girl on a case and have her offer to take her home and take care of her (only to pull that option away immediately) and even have jj go "you. kids. i can see it" and have emily smile like that ONLY TO NEVER BRING IT UP AGAIN AND NEVER GIVE HER KIDS AHHHHH

#criminal minds 3x04 #this episode always messes me up #the end is so sad #aaron waking up jack so he can hear his voice #i'm sobbing #criminal minds #cas rewatches criminal minds #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau

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prentissvest · 9 months

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Gut feeling

BAU x reader (platonic)

warnings: mentions of suicide, guns, blood, deaths, knifes, slit throats, case stuff

And like that, I fell to my knees. Hand clinging to my throat. Then, blood streams down my hands.

Three days earlier…

“We have a case” the four words that plague all of our minds, the words that begin to make us prepare for the carnage we are about to see on the screens that haunt us, we get to see death, murder, massacre. It's a hard job, one that I signed up for nonetheless, but a hard one.

We sat around the table as Garcia face us as to not look at the screens, “this case came in about 20 minutes ago, someone is going into people's houses during the night and cutting their throats open” Garcia explains as she presses the button for the tvs to show us the crime scenes. “It looks like the unsub is making the family watch, leaving the parents for last so they can live with the guilt of their childrens death” Derek says pointing to the middle photo which showed four chairs placed as if they were around a table with rope hanging from the armrests, dry blood staining the wood.

‘It says here that there have been four other cases of this all over texas, why haven't we been notified before” Hotch says with annoyance in his tone “the police department believed that it was suicide, people taking their own and familys lives but at the recent scene there were the words ‘see you soon’ smeared in the fathers blood on the wall and forensics have said that he was the last to die as the unsub wanted him to feel the grief of his family’s death before he killed him” Reid says while looking at the case file.

“okay , wheels up in 30”

I began to pack my go bag when Emily walked over and placed a hand on my shoulder, “hey, you doing alright” “yeah.. Something just feels off about this case” i joined the team around 7 months ago but they quickly accepted me with open arms, Emily looks at me her worried expression slowly falling “well im sure if there is we will figure it out, everything is going to be ok”

The flight was about the same as any other, most people were looking over the case file and crime scene photos, I was one of them. The words ‘see you soon’ were engraved in my mind with the amount of times i had read it. The everlonging question. Who is he talking to? Was it supposed to be the victims talking to god, eachother or him? Talking to us. I shiver at the thought. There was not too much information on the case but we could work with it. The same pit in my stomach still sat there, I can't place my finger on it but i'm sure everything will go perfectly smoothly.

We got to the police station and got directed to a small room for us to work. Hotch sent us off in groups morgan and emily went to the morgue to get the autopsy report, hotch and rossi spoke to local people and police department and reid and i were to go to the crime scene.

When we got there a few things popped out at me immediately, the door had no sign of forced entry yet there were scratch marks at the keyhole which showed that the unsub tried to pick the lock but had difficulty doing so, yet this was not shown on any of the other reports and the unsub is clearly not devolving as the scene itself was much more evolved then the others.

The other thing i noticed was the dust outlines on the mantelpiece, it looked as if a photo had been taken, it was right in the middle so im guessing a family photo, but it was not found at the crime scene which means that the unsub had taken it but once again this was out of the ordinary from the other 4 scenes. I told spencer what i had seen so far and he agreed with me it was obvious that the unsub was not devolving but might have been in a rush or under more stress then last time as the scene itself was not sloppy but what we had found made the pit in my stomach much deeper.

We all gathered back together at the station, Emily and Derek said that there were hesitation marks on both of the children but last time there was a straight clean cut, we all shared and it seemed that something was off on this set of murders, the pattern still being there but small aspects changed. We began to think about where he might strike next as the last four have been in the same circle of two towns and we have a feeling that it wont move away from that circle as it seems to be that the unsub is comfortable being there and it is a known space so we called garcia and asked her to find identities of men living around and in those two towns who are around the age of 18-29, recently lost a close family member, and with a past history of violence against woman, possibly in the close town or family members.

Garcia found a few names pop up and a couple fit the criteria so we split into groups and set off to each house. Hotch and I went to the house of Mark Charlie, age 27, recently out of prison for aggravated assault and mother passed recently due to a heart attack. We knocked on the door but there was no answer so I slowly turned the handle and the door creaked open. I slowly get my gun out of the holster while Hotch does the same. Footsteps can be heard from the room next to us so i signal for hotch to wait behind me while i check, there he is Mark sat in a chair slightly turned “Mark Charlie FBI” i say waiting for him to make a move “i know who you are Agent, i've been watching you and your team, good work i must say but you really need to search.. Further "I look too Hotch confused while he just mouths to me to keep him talking while he goes outside to update the team that the unsub is here as our coms went to static when we walked in. I think to myself, okay he is a textbook narcissist, he thinks he's better than us, so the only way to get to him is to make him think that he is.

“What do you mean Mark?” I say with an overbearing confused tone. “Well.. your partner, Hotchner, didn't even check the other room” he says with a manic smile on his face “HOTCH” i scream but before i could say anymore i fell to my knees, my hands to my throat, blood streams down. Marks and the other figure run away, I try to scream out for help but no noise comes out, a tear falls down my cheek as my head hits the floor, no longer able to hold myself up. Everything begins to go black but the last thing I see is Hotch running towards me.

part 2

#criminal minds #sad criminal minds fanfic #fanfic #bau x reader #bau team #emily prentiss #whump #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #part 2?

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