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🥹😊This was sooooo goood That ending was so sweet finally they're together after a tough two or so years

Solace in Solitude Ch 14

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, minor mention of injury, smut, comfort. Welp. Here we are! we finally did it! A 14 chapter story never should have taken me seven months to write, but tackling it while also tackling so much extra shit at work delayed it. Thank you SO much to all of you patient angel babies who stuck along and I hope you've enjoyed it. As I said on another post, I will be starting to write 2 new series shortly, but will not be posting them until they are at least halfway done. In the meantime, expect more frequent one shots! (here's hoping lol).

Cutting through the ER wasn’t something you’d normally do, but it was a shortcut on the way back from the cafeteria, your usual route overcrowded with patient overflow. It was by chance that you were there, or as some might have called it, fate.

Because that was when you saw her, elbows on her knees while her eyes were on her phone, texting away while she waited.

“Emily?” Your brow furrowed as you stalled in your tracks and the other woman looked up from her phone, her eyes widening when she saw you. “What’re you doing here?” You asked while you approached, greeting her with a hug when she stood, “wait are you hurt?” You suddenly pulled back with a worried expression on your face and she laughed softly.

“No, one of my team. Nothing bad, just a dislocated shoulder.”

“What brings the BAU all the way to London?”

“Oh,” she caught herself laughing awkwardly again, an unsure fluttering had started in her stomach, slowly working its way into her chest, “I’m not with them anymore. I got a job offer to run my own team with Interpol.”

She smiled softly at you and you felt your entire body relax, “so… you live here now?”

“Yeah…” she stuttered, biting on her lip, “I was gonna call, I swear! I just wanted to wait til things settled down. I mean, my apartment’s still all in boxes, my office is a disaster and to be completely honest… I can’t even remember the last name of the person I’m here with.”

You barked a laugh at that, your hand swatting at her arm and Emily practically melted at the sparkle in your eye, heat lingering where you’d touched her.

“Sounds like you need to chill and it just so happens that I’ve become very skilled at unboxing and figuring out how to decorate. If you’d like a hand?”

Emily glanced briefly down to her phone when it buzzed, then looked back up to your smiling face and knew there was no way that she wanted to say no to the offer. She hadn’t even originally been the one to escort her agent to the hospital, she was supposed to continue overseeing the training exercise but she’d figured it would look good as a new leader to make sure an injury was properly taken care of. It was complete luck she had been sitting in the emergency room of your hospital.

“Honestly that sounds amazing, I could really use the help.”

“Perfect.” You grinned, “text me your address and a time. I’ll bring dinner?”

“I’ve got the perfect wine to go along with it.”

Take out containers lay on the coffee table, now mainly empty, only a few bites left in each with half full wine glasses beside them. The kitchen was organized, the television finally hooked up, now softly playing music from one of Emily’s favourite stations, you’d just finished assembling a book shelf, now filling its shelves with books and nick naks, fawning over the amount of awards Emily had to show off. Out of sheer habit you were focused on alphabetizing a row of books, swapping a few of them around while she dug through one of the boxes, pulling out a framed photo of Garcia and Sergio to place on the shelf as a final touch right as you slid the last book into place.

“That about does it.” You said, turning to look around the apartment before your eyes landed on Emily, “unless you’re still sleeping on the couch.”

“No.” She laughed, feeling her cheeks heat, “bedroom’s good. I’m either sleeping or at work, it was just everything else that slipped through the cracks.”

“Like picking up the phone?” You asked with a smirk and she scoffed.

“Hey, c’mon I said I was gonna—”

“It’s okay.” You laughed, “c’mere.”

“What?” She asked, stepping toward you as she wiped at her face, concerned there was a speck of sauce somewhere she couldn’t feel.

“There’s just something I wanted to do since I saw you this afternoon.”

“Huh?” Emily felt like her heart was about to beat out of her chest, feeling the spark shoot through her body when you grabbed her hand and pulled her to you.

A second later that hand was cupping her cheek and her lips were met with yours, gracefully moving against each other in a not so forgotten dance, rather one that you both had been aching for. One that you hadn’t even realized you missed as much as you did until you saw each other again. Her arms easily wound around you, the tension leaving her body as she melted into the embrace, sighing into the kiss when she felt you completely relax too. Her tongue slid across your lower lip and it only took a second for you to part your lips to grant her access, the corners of your lips curving up into a happy grin. It was different than any other kiss the two of you had shared, it was one of true emotion, tender, intimate, where both of you felt completely at peace and totally safe.

Oxygen was the only reason to be seen to break the kiss, foreheads resting against each other while you caught your breath, little laughs leaving your lips to battle the potential awkwardness of the situation. Your thumb stroked the side of her neck while her hands tickled at your sides,

“I missed you.” You were the first to admit it through a whisper and Emily smiled, stealing a tender kiss.

“Believe me, I missed you more.” Her hands slipped under the hem of your shirt, tracing patterns into your skin, “and I’ll prove it.”

Your giggle was quickly silenced by another kiss, Emily’s hands nudging you toward the bedroom while your hands began to tangle into her hair. By the time the backs of your knees hit her bed she had your shirt tugged over your head, tossing it to the floor behind her so she could rid you of your bra. Your fingers ghosted under the hem of her shirt, trailing up and across her skin, though they froze when her breath caught in her throat.

“Sorry.” You murmured against her lips and she shook her head slightly.

“It’s okay.”

You glanced up at her and she gave you a soft nod, trust and vulnerability filling her eyes as her hands went to the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head before pulling you back into a kiss. While her tongue slipped into your mouth again you were able to undo her bra, letting it fall to the ground as you both began the work of getting completely naked. At the last minute you managed to spin her around, letting her topple onto the mattress with a gentle laugh as you crawled over top of her.

“God you’re beautiful.” You murmured, eyes sweeping up her body and she felt her cheeks tinge pink.

When your lips met once again your hands ghosted up her sides, finger tips tracing patterns on her skin before gently groping at her chest. She let out a soft moan into the kiss, hands grabbing your ass and pulling you closer to her, shifting you slightly so you were straddling her thigh.

Emily broke the kiss with a gasp when you pinched at her nipples, her head thrown back into the pillows, giving you the ample opportunity to kiss down the column of her neck, teeth nipping into her sensitive skin. A hand sunk between your bodies and she instinctively spread her legs to give you easier access. Her hips rocked up off the bed when your fingertips slipped through her folds, rubbing gently at her clit while your mouth made a home in the crook of her neck.

“Fuck…” she groaned when two fingers slipped into her pussy, pumping steadily. Her hands gripped onto your hips, urging you to grind down onto her body, riding her thigh and she felt you moan into her neck.

Your fingers began to pump faster, curling to find that sensitive spot and Emily was sure to keep her hands on your hips, guiding you in the same rhythm, a moan leaving her throat at the feeling of your wetness spreading across her thigh. She flexed the muscle, pulling a gasp from you as your clit dragged right across it and your teeth sunk into her skin.

“Oh god…”

“Don’t stop.” She murmured, nipping at your earlobe before nudging at your chin, urging your lips back to hers for another kiss, eager to taste you again.

The kiss was breathless, airy moans leaving one set of lips only to be swallowed by the other, gasps breaking free as pleasure soared through both of your bodies. Your skin slick with sweat as you moved together, working higher and higher, Emily’s pussy pulsing around your fingers while your juices coated her skin. It had been too long, you’d both been unknowingly waiting for this moment for what felt like forever and you were both hitting your peaks before you even expected, cries of pleasure bouncing off the bedroom walls as your bodies shook against each other.

Panting, you slipped off Emily’s leg, rolling onto your back as your arm snuck around her, pulling her to you and she eagerly curled into your side, resting her head on your chest. You let out a soft sigh, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and she returned one to your collarbone, her fingers drawing circles on your skin before lacing together with yours. Your free hand trailed up her side, slowing when it hit the fading white marks, tracing them with a featherlight touch. Emily surprised herself when she didn’t flinch, rather relaxed deeper into your embrace, feeling the warmth from your touch rushing through her and it was the first time she hadn’t felt pain radiating from that same spot. She squeezed at your other hand and you hummed softly, leaving another kiss on the side of her head. You shivered lightly as your body temperature began to drop, reaching out and pulling the blankets up over the both of you.

“I don’t want this to be a one time thing.” Emily murmured, her lips brushing against your skin when she spoke.

“It doesn’t have to be.” You replied, your hand settling in her hair for a moment before she shifted onto her side, propping herself up on her elbow.

“I want it to be more than what we had in Paris.” She chewed on her lip, glancing down for a moment as she felt the heat creep into her cheeks again, “I’ll admit, I wanted to take the Interpol job before I knew where it was, being in London, that was just a very happy accident. But I think deep down I knew that I had to come here, DC wasn’t where I was meant to be. Nothing felt right, I didn’t understand anything again. I felt lost in a place that had felt like home for years. Then I realized the only thing familiar, the only thing that was constant when I was at my darkest, the thing that got me through each day… was you.”

“Oh Em…” you reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, “you worked pretty damn hard yourself too.” Your hand trailed down her cheek, thumb soothing across her skin, turning her frown into a small smile.

“I don’t want to do it alone anymore.”

You grinned across at her, leaning in to press a tender kiss to her lips, “well then it’s pretty lucky that you don’t have to. Because I’m not going anywhere.”

Emily’s lips burst into a smile, a huff of an excited laugh escaping as she pulled you to her for another kiss, this one that you both laughed into as you fell back into the pillows. The road to find each other certainly hadn’t been the most conventional, nor was it the easiest, but you’d found your place and all that mattered now was that you had each other.

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EMILY PRENTISS in 2x18 ‘JONES’ Criminal Minds (2005)

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👀👀The second picture is the face Emily makes after she hears her girlfriend says a cheeky naughty joke

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T.T I really love how you portray Emily. Poor woman can never take a break :( I'm glad at least Emily and Dr. Carter are keeping in touch through text.

Morgan snitching on Emily to her doctor was hilarious 😂😂😂 Poor Emily

Solace in Solitude Ch 13

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, usual CM style violence/storylines talked about. A very minimal bit of dialogue taken from an episode. One more chapter to go besties!

You would have been lying if you said you weren’t totally on edge for the next two days, picking at your nails whenever you found yourself distracted, lost in thought as you wondered what exactly was going on across the Atlantic. You did your best to keep occupied with cleaning and packing up the apartment, getting ready for your own move while making sure things were looking like they did the first night you set foot in the building.

You were on the balcony watching the darkening sky, a leftover cigarette between your lips when your phone finally buzzed, and you were quick to pick it up.

‘He’s dead. Declan’s safe. Team’s not off scot free though, there’s gonna be this whole hearing bullshit.’

‘Good luck.’

It felt weird moving to London, not because of the change of scenery or language, but simply because you were back on your own. You’d found your own apartment this time, but it still felt strange to be alone in it, to not have the warm light pooling from Emily’s room when you got home late at night. To not wake up to the smell of fresh coffee being brewed or find her on the couch up in the middle of the night when she couldn’t sleep. You’d become so accustomed to having another person around all the time that being solo felt almost wrong.

Your phone buzzed less than a week into your time there, a number with a 202-area code.

‘Hey, it’s Em. Figured I should pass along the new number, unless you’ve already changed yours.’

Your lips curved up into a soft smile when you read the text, putting down your wine glass so you could reply.

‘I’ve had an international plan since DWB’s. I assume this means that trial thing went well? You’re staying in DC?’

‘Ha. As good as it could, but we proved everything we did was for the right reasons. And yeah… it just feels like the right place to be. How’s London?’

‘Dreary. I forgot how much rain we get this time of year.’

Emily let out a small huff of a laugh, she was about to type up another reply when Derek’s voice broke through her bubble.

“Who’re you texting with that smile?” He asked with a wicked grin, and she immediately locked her phone, rolling her eyes.

“A friend.”

“Yeah right.” He laughed, “girl, you’ve been back less than a month and you’re already playing the field? Sin to win never dies, does it?”

“Looks like we have that in common.” She shot back with a smirk and an appalled look took over Derek’s features.

Emily knew things were going to be different, that they were going to feel strange and after her original reunion with the team, she knew it was likely she was going to feel a bit like an outsider in a place she once felt like family. Part of her had expected to slip right back into where she was, that her role would be the same, that life would pick up exactly where it left off when she left. She’d been so separated that Paris was starting to feel like a fever dream and she nearly forgot that while she’d been recovering and recuperating, life had gone on for the rest of the BAU team, they had kept moving while she was standing still.

She was incredibly thankful JJ had managed to pull some strings and keep her apartment, even if it had been sublet in the meantime, she still got to come home to something familiar and didn’t have to start from nothing for personal belongings. And while the place had been her home for so long, even with Sergio back, there was something missing, an emptiness that hung heavily in the air. She knew it couldn’t help that there was a lingering thought in the back of her head that Ian knew where this apartment was, even if he was six feet under. She missed the companionship that had come with Paris, suddenly having to do it all on her own was annoying, at least she wasn’t home as much as she had been while recovering.

‘Do things feel weird in London, or is it just DC and the whole coming back from the dead thing that’s throwing everything off?’

A small laugh broke through your lips as you picked up your coffee mug to take another sip.

‘I’m sure that has something to do with it. Why are you awake? Isn’t it the middle of the night over there?’

Emily sheepishly glanced to the clock on the nightstand, realizing just how late it really was and she let out a sigh, nestling deeper into the wall of pillows.

‘Couldn’t sleep. I’ve been weaning off most of the meds, plus my mind won’t stop. What time is it there?’

‘Just past seven, coffee time. You wanna call? Talk through it?’

‘Nah. If I call, I’m sure someone will wake up and start screaming cause he thinks its breakfast time.’

‘Uh.. what?’

‘Sergio.’

‘Are you telling me you’ve been back less than two months and you’ve already rescued another child in need or did you rename the other kid?’

Emily couldn’t help but bark out a laugh, quickly covering her mouth to keep quiet. There was no doubt you hadn’t woken up that long ago, the caffeine not quiet hitting your brain stream yet.

‘Sergio’s the cat.’

‘Oh! Right. I’m surprised Penelope gave him up.’

‘Well she has custody on weekends and whenever a case takes me out of town longer than a couple of days.’

‘Oof. Co-parenting, hope that doesn’t get messy.’

She found herself quietly chuckling again, a sense of comfort and calm flowing through her as her body began to relax further into the bed.

‘Only when one of us buys fancier treats.’

‘Good. And for what its worth things are a little off here, but I mean, it’s starting a new life for me, it’s just like riding a bike, I’ll get the rhythm back soon. You went back to something old, but that something has changed completely for everyone involved too. I’m sure constantly jetting around the country doesn’t help your sense of stability either.’

‘Last time I checked you weren’t a shrink.’

‘I’ve been sitting in to a few lectures here and there.’ You replied with a grin, practically able to hear her deadpan through the words on the screen.

‘Any suggestions?’

‘Don’t try to force things too quickly, know that it’s going to take some time for things to feel normal again. As important as it is for you to try to repair the relationships you had, you might want to start looking to make new friends, sprinkle in a bit of freshness to an old lifestyle. Change up your routine, hit up different grocery stores, get your coffee from somewhere new, change your commute, things like that.’

‘Already swapped coffee shops. Pretty sure I terrified the poor girl working the counter the first time I walked back in. Felt too bad to go back.’

‘Well that’s a start, lol. And… if you think you’re gonna stay in DC, that you want to belong there, think about putting down some roots, reasons for you to make it your forever home.’

‘Good thought’

The clock chimed beside you and you glanced up from your phone, letting out a soft sigh,

‘I’ve gotta run, but feel free to text anytime.’

‘Go save some lives. I’ll be fine.’ She signed it off with a smiley face, finally dropping her phone onto the nightstand as she curled around herself, pulling the blankets around her. For the first time since being back she was asleep within minutes.

Your phone began to buzz on the kitchen counter, you glanced toward it at first, thinking it was just a text, but when it nearly vibrated off the edge you realized it was a call, and from Emily, nonetheless.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Hey,” she replied, her voice somewhat strained and your brow furrowed, “what was that whole thing about the spleen? Like, when it comes to getting sick or recovery, that part.”

“Should I be concerned about the sirens in the background?”

“I’m a fed, sirens are a pretty regular occurrence.”

“Yeah?” You raised a brow, leaning against the counter, “what about that out of control beeping from the heart rate monitor?”

“It’s nothing, I’m fine, just ow!”

“Emily...” you warned.

“It’s nothing.” She protested before a louder male voice shouted from the background.

“She got shot!”

“Jesus christ.” You muttered, “you’ve been back less than six months and you’ve already gotten yourself shot? What are you, a walking liability?”

The replies came instantaneously from Emily and Derek respectively, “no!” “YES!”

“I’m gonna be fine!”

“Do you know how many times I’ve heard that? Aren’t you supposed to have vests for these kinda things?”

“I was wearing it! I took the hit to the upper shoulder and this lovely EMT says I’m going to be fine. I just can’t remember what you said about the spleen thing.”

Biting your lip, you let out a sigh, “If you get sick or injured it can and will take longer to heal, recovery’s a bitch, you know that.”

“Uh.. Agent Prentiss?” Another voice cut in and you assumed it was one of the EMT’s, “why can’t we find any medical history past March of last year?”

“That would be the other reason I’m calling.” Emily winced and you chuckled.

“I have your full history listed under Valerie Stewart, I’ll send it over, what hospital?” The EMT rattled off the location that you were quick to scribble down onto a scrap of paper, “I know this isn’t ideal timing, but have you gone to that shrink I set you up with?”

“Yes.” She half grumbled back before you heard another outburst from her co agent.

“She went to one mandatory appointment.”

“Morgan!”

“Ask her about how great her boyfriend Sergio is.”

“Last time I checked, Sergio was the cat.” You replied and Emily groaned, rolling her eyes, “Em, you really need to go a couple of times, especially now.”

“Why does this change things?”

“It’s your first time back in a hospital as a patient since Paris, it’s bound to bring up some stuff.”

“Fine. I’ll go.”

“Thank you.” You pushed off from the counter, “I’ll send your file over, call me when you’re all bandaged up.”

“Yeah.” She replied and you could hear the exhaustion in her voice before the line clicked.

Much later that night your phone buzzed with a text, a picture of Emily back on the jet with her arm in a sling. As tired as she looked, at least she was safe and, on a quick path to recovery from this one.

‘Come on, that house is gorgeous!’

You shook your head at Emily’s hesitancy through your text chain. She’d spent the last couple of weeks sending you housing listings, asking your opinions and thoughts on just about everything and she found some kind of flaw in every single one of them.

‘There’s cracks in the foundation.’

‘So? Cracks can be fixed.’

‘No, they can be hidden. They’re still there.’

‘It passed inspection. You’re acting like you’re afraid the place is gonna fall down.’

‘I’m afraid it’s never gone be as strong as it was.’

You paused, a frown taking over your face as you read back the last piece of your conversation, you practically felt your shoulders sagging as you dropped into the couch. You wished there was more that you could do for her right now, but you knew being a world away meant this was it.

‘I have a feeling we’re not talking about houses anymore…’

A longer pause, one that left you watching the three little dots disappear and reappear while Emily debated how to reply. Where she struggled with wanting to blow you off, or if she really did want to get into this right now. Eventually she decided on somewhere in the middle.

‘Remember when we talked about setting down roots?’

‘Yeah.’

‘My therapist said the same thing.’

‘Told ya I wasn’t crazy.’

She huffed out a laugh, holding back the eye roll.

‘I tried. I’m trying. It’s just proving harder with each time. Like the more that I have tying me to here, the more I start to feel trapped. Caged in here with no opportunity to even see the other options anymore. The job’s the same, sure, but it’s also entirely different. We had a case a bit ago where the unsub was drowning his victims only to attempt to resurrect them, it was the first time the rest of the team found out I actually died, it left an even weirder taste in everyone’s mouths. It was the first time Reid looked me in the eye since being back, Morgan’s just barely over it, nothing feels right anymore. And buying a house? That seems like the last thing I should be doing if I feel like this. I don’t know where I’d want to go, what I’d want to be doing, it’s not like I’m out there actively looking for something different…’

‘But if it fell in your lap, you’d probably jump at the opportunity?’

‘Yeah…’

‘Well, hold off on putting the offer down for now, see what else is out there, talk it over with your therapist.’

‘I will. And hey, thanks for being my soundboard for all of this, it really hasn’t been the easiest.’

‘Of course. Life’s always easier with a friend by your side. I’ve got your back.’

‘No kidding.’ She smiled softly, ‘and thank you.’

Three weeks later the opportunity really did just drop into her lap. A phone call to an old source to help the BAU on a case lead to a very lucrative and enticing job offer. One that made her stomach twist into more knots than de arming a bomb did.

At the end of the week Emily was surrounded by her team, her friends, people that she loved dearly, who were finally accepting her back in their lives. Yet she still felt completely isolated and alone. She was certain that things were never going to be the same in DC again, that it really was time for her to go. So, as she watched JJ and Will dance together, soft smiles on their cheeks while he leant in to steal a kiss, she made up her mind.

She was taking the Interpol offer.

Maybe a complete reset and starting over really was what she needed right now.

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😭😊😭😊omg this was so bittersweet I loved it T.T the fact that she chose London to start working in got me excited the second she told Emily the location I was crossing my fingers for London 😅 I wonder how they'll meet up again

Solace in Solitude Ch 12

Emily Prentiss x reader Warnings: language, alcohol, canon typical conversation, smut. This ch feels a little it jumpy, partially because it is, partially because of how it needed to be. Each of the breaks represent a time jump, just little pieces of our girls lives while they figure out how to go about it. Two to three chapters left until this series is finally done with!

“Fuck…” Emily muttered with a small huff, flipping the cover to her iPad closed before she gently tossed it onto the coffee table.

“You good?” You asked, glancing between the television and her.

“Yeah, just lost another round of scrabble.”

“Cheeto breath’s the blonde, right?” You asked, redirecting your attention towards her as you picked up your glass of wine.

“JJ.. yeah..” Emily’s eyes drifted out the window for a moment, reminiscing about her memories with Jayje over the years.

“I take it you two were good friends?”

“Yeah.” She cast you a small smile.

“You know… you are allowed to talk about them.”

“I know.” Emily sighed softly, picking up her own drink, “it just almost feels surreal now. Like that part of my life was some kind of fever dream, the years between Doyle were reality but the way things worked out it almost seems like the fake memories were it, not the time with him.”

“Did you go straight from that undercover gig to your team?” You asked your brow furrowing.

“Basically.” She laughed, the grin staying on her face, “a few months to recuperate, make sure all the loose ends were tied.”

“How does that work on a resume? I mean, you can’t exactly put an entire fake identity on there.”

Emily laughed again, taking a bigger swig of her drink while she mulled over the entire topic, “the bureau and international teams have their way of covering things up. It wasn’t really me who did all that, it was Lauren, so Emily Prentiss came off a desk job, well recommended to the BAU.”

“And they believed that?” You raised a brow in her direction. It didn’t take a federal agent to notice the way Emily behaved, the little things she picked up on that made her seem like someone with extensive experience.

“Everyone had their walls up, they weren’t ready for a replacement on the team yet, it wasn’t exactly welcoming. Not to mention Hotch seemed to have it in for me, thinking my mother had swindled the job for me.”

“Hmm.” You replied over the rim of your wine glass, “it didn’t stay like that though?”

“No.” She smiled softly, “they became family. I spent more time with them than anyone else in my life, we all did, even outside of work. If I wanted to have a girls night I knew JJ and Penelope would always say yes, Derek was never going to decline a visit to the gym or shooting range, Rossi was always dying to teach someone his latest recipe…..” She trailed off, her eyes slowly misting with tears as she thought about how likely it was that all of that continued despite her absence, how they were all coping with her death, with their grief while she tried to figure out her own on the opposite side of the world with only one person by her side. “We were all a better family to each other than our own ever could have been.”

“They sound amazing.” Your hand reached out, squeezing at her elbow and she cast you a grin.

“They are.”

“So aside from being a total bad ass federal agent chasing down serial killers, what is it exactly that your unit does?”

“Behavioural Analysis, it’s more psychology based, figuring out trends, triggers, history, patterns, geographical locations,” she waved her hand with each statement, “putting it all together to figure out who our unsub is.”

“That’s honestly really neat. I kinda wish hospitals had people on staff to help with that kind of stuff.”

“Yeah.” She laughed, “me too.”

***

Thick flakes of snow were drifting down through the air, coating the city in a fluffy white blanket, which meant going nowhere. Emily crossed her arms over her chest, letting out a huff as she looked out the balcony window. The temperature had been decreasing daily and she was getting pent up, cabin fever increasing and had been hoping to get out of the house this weekend.

“You okay?” You asked from your spot in the kitchen, packing up leftovers to toss in the fridge before pouring out a couple fresh glasses of wine.

“I’m bored.” She practically whined, turning around to face you, “if I have to watch another episode of The Bachelor I will blow my brains out.”

“Okay…” you laughed, picking up the wine to move back into the living room, handing her her glass. “You have anything else in mind? New show, game?”

She chewed on her lip, eyes darting around the room while she tried to find something to entertain her and you knew you were in trouble when they shot back up to you with that dangerous glimmer in them. “How about poker?”

“We’ve played every night this week, you think that’s gonna cure this?” You asked, grabbing the deck of cards from behind you before you settled on the couch.

“How about we up the stakes?”

“What? Play for real money?” You asked with a laugh, nearly gulping at the look she gave you in return.

“Or… we could make it strip poker?” She offered with a wild grin and you couldn’t help but roll you eyes.

“Fine.” You started to deal the cards out, “but you better take it easy on me, we all know you’re the poker champ.”

Emily in fact, did not take it easy on you.

It didn’t help that the cold bothered her more, her body aching at the temperatures meant she was bundled up, thick socks, leggings, tank top, thin pullover, hoodie. You preferred cool temperatures, meaning you were already down to just a pair of lace panties while she still had pants and a bra on.

“This is not fair.” You grumbled, letting out a little shiver as you crossed your arms over your chest and she laughed, draining the last of her drink. “You were wearing so many more clothes than me.”

“Sounds like someone’s a poor loser.” She chuckled, the cards in her hand finding home on the coffee table as she shifted toward you on the couch, “but I’m pretty sure I can make it up to you…”

You let out a small laugh as she caged you into the couch, your back hitting the arm in the same moment her lips hit your neck and you were suddenly out of complaints. Her hands toyed with your chest, groping and pinching at you, her lips smirking up into a grin as your hips rutted up against hers. It only took a few moments before her hand was sneaking into your panties, gently rubbing at your clit.

“Fuck…” You muttered, your head dropping back against the couch, eyes fluttering shut as her mouth wrapped around your nipple.

Your moans became louder when her fingers slipped into your pussy, twisting and curling just where you needed them. Emily’s breath hot on your neck, her teeth scraping against your skin as you fluttered around her, whimpers leaving your lips as she toyed with you, getting louder and louder until you hit your peak and losing a poker game was the furthest thing from your mind.

***

Emily let the apartment door swing shut behind her, flicking the lock before dropping the bag of groceries on the counter. After hanging up her coat and kicking off her boots her eyes finally swept through the living room, her head tilting when her gaze landed on you. You were perched in your usual corner of the couch, fuzzy blanket over your lap, mug of coffee in your hand but instead of staring at the television, your gaze as focussed on the corner of the room. She watched you for a couple of minutes, wondering if you were just zoned out, off on some tangent of medical language in your brain but you didn’t even blink to notice that she’d even come home.

“Okay you’re freaking me out. This is like when your cat is staring at the wall and the only explanation is a ghost.”

“Should we get a tree?” Your head titled to the side but your gaze remained in the corner.

“Uh… what?” She asked, laughing awkwardly and you finally looked over to her.

“For Christmas.” You explained, eyes sweeping through the living room, “every where’s all decorated, lights, garland, trees, I could do without the Christmas music at the hospital constantly but it’s a little drab in here, don’t ya think?”

“And you want a tree?”

“Not a real one,” your nose scrunched, “too much work, and it doesn’t have to be a big one, a mini one, just some lights to make it a little festive in here.”

Emily crossed through the living room, dropping down onto the other side of the couch as she looked through the apartment, “you’re right. We should decorate, even just a little, make it feel more homey in here.”

“Yeah?” You looked up at her and she couldn’t help but smile at the excitement in your eyes.

“Yeah.” She squeezed at your leg through the blanket, “we watch enough tv as is, we could be marathoning Christmas movies. I picked up hot chocolate,” she nodded toward the grocery bag.

“Now that, sounds like a festive night.”

“After decorating though.” She grinned and you raised a brow, “there’s so many little celebrations going on out there.” She gestured toward the window, “I walked past two separate Christmas markets today, we should go check them out, pick up some stuff for the apartment, maybe some treats.”

“You wanna go now?”

“Well I was gonna make baked ziti for dinner, but that could wait cause I have a feeling you really love Christmas.”

“Yeah…” you nearly winced with a small smile on your face and Emily laughed.

“Well c’mon.”

Five hours later the two of you were curled up under the same blanket on the couch while The Holiday played on the television. Empty pasta plates sat on the coffee table and mugs of steaming hot chocolate spiked with Baileys were cupped in your hands. Multi coloured lights from the tree and the tops of the wall cast a warm glow throughout the apartment, the smell of gingerbread wafting from a candle burning on the kitchen island.

“You were right.” Emily mumbled “this is much better. I guess I forgot how just how nice actually embracing the holidays can feel.”

“Oh really?” You glanced up at her with a small grin and she raised a brow in your direction.

“What?”

“I’m just saying, I saw an ad for a really cool looking ice sculpture festival next weekend.”

She laughed, nudging your shoulder with hers as she shook her head at you, “alright, fine. It’s not like I have much else to do anyways.”

“Exactly.” You settled back into the couch with a satisfied sigh, “though we need to get some presents for under the tree.”

***

“If you don’t hurry up, you’re gonna miss the countdown!” Emily shouted over her shoulder, puling her sweater tighter over her shoulders, her eyes sweeping through the stars sparkling in the night sky. A dreamy look on her face, no doubt partially thanks to the bubbly the two of you had been drinking since dinner.

“I know, I know!” You scoffed back, hurrying back onto the balcony and handing her a flute, “but you absolutely cannot start a new year without champagne, and this is legit champagne.”

“Classy.” She replied with a laugh when she took the glass from you.

The streets below you were filled with laughter, cheers and the general sound of celebration as midnight ticked closer and closer. You shivered and Emily tugged you closer to her, her arm linking into yours as smiles broke out on both of your cheeks while you joined in on the countdown echoing from the street below. The clock hit twelve and choruses of ‘Happy New Year’ and cheers bounced through the air as the two of you clinked your glasses together and took a swig of your drinks fireworks exploding in the sky above you.

“What?” You asked when Emily swiped your glass, putting it along with hers down on the small table.

“C’mere.” She tugged you to her, “you can’t not have a new year’s kiss.”

Her arm wound around your waist, lips meeting yours tenderly, moving with grace against each other as your arms wrapped around her shoulders. Her tongue slipped into your mouth and you let out a happy sigh into the kiss.

“You know, you’re really good at this.” She murmured, lips curving into a grin and you chuckled.

“I’m good at a lot of other things too.” The smirk on your lips pulled a laugh from Emily.

“I like this.” She replied, stepping backwards and you let out a squeal when she pulled you down onto the couch behind her, your legs settling around her hips as she adjusted you on her lap, her lips meeting yours once again.

The kiss was full of little laughs, happy breaths, satisfied sighs as you held each other tighter to combat the chilliness of the now January night air. You could only hope that if this was how you were starting the year off that it would end up being a better one overall than the last.

***

Emily was in the kitchen scrounging up what she could for dinner out of leftovers when you finally emerged from your bedroom. You glanced up to her with a happy smile,

“I take it the meeting went well?” She asked.

“Yeah. The hospital wants to fly me out for a couple of consults on Tuesday.”

“That’s amazing!”

“You’re good then..” your brow scrunched, “like… if I take off for a few days? It feels weird to leave you… unsupervised, for lack of a better word.”

Emily barked out a laugh, “I’ll be fine, I’m sure I can handle a few days on my own. You go save some lives.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” She shrugged, “you’ve cleared me, the shrink has my med load decreased, I was cleared at the beginning of the month by PT to up my workouts. Hate to break it to ya, but you’ve been downgraded from babysitter to roommate at this point.”

“Okay, okay.” You laughed, sliding onto a stool at the island.

“I’m guessing this is the same research you’ve been working on?”

“Yeah, finally found the right place with the right fit and resources.”

“So you’re moving then?”

“God no, I don’t even know if there’s an actual job available. They might just want my research, might offer me a grant to keep working here, fly me in when needed. I could probably do ninety percent of it over Skype, it’s all about collaboration at this stage.”

“Well whatever happens I hope it’s good.”

“Me too.”

While Emily did actually enjoy her solo time in the apartment, she found it feeling just a little strange. Knowing that you weren’t coming home those nights, that noise out in the hallway were just the neighbours making their way to their own apartments. That she wasn’t waiting for you before starting dinner, she could eat whenever she wanted and that there was no one to start the coffee for her in the morning. Your absence was felt, even if you were still keeping in touch over text the three days you were gone.

It was barely noon and there was already a sense of urgency shooting through the apartment as you practically jumped out of your bedroom into the living room.

“Em!?”

It wasn’t even a second later that she came barrelling out of her room, duffle over her shoulder, still open so she could grab her phone charger and tablet from the kitchen island to shove into it.

“I, uh.. I think I need to go.”

“What?” You asked and she stalled suddenly,

“The guardian I had for Declan, he just called me. Declan tried to call him, there’s something going on, I need to get back stateside.” She took a deep breath, feeling the jitters in her chest starting as her pulse started to race, “oh god…” She suddenly dropped to a squat, her elbows on her knees so she could bury her face in her hands, “I really didn’t think this was gonna happen so quick.”

“Em…” you stepped toward her, a hand resting on her shoulder, squeezing softly and she was able to take another deep breath, calming her racing heart enough to bring herself up to standing and you could see the misting in her eyes.

“I… I know you’re not my therapist or anything, but you have honestly been the closest person since we got here, and I… I don’t know if I’m ready to go back.”

“If Declan needs you…”

“What if this is some kind of trap? What if Ian got to Tom, and this is just a fucking set up?” She ran a hand over her face, turning back to you, “sorry, I’m freaking out. You were gonna say something when I first came out.”

“Yeah,” you smiled, “you don’t have to worry about Ian. Your team has him.”

“What?” Her eyes widened and you gestured to your phone in your hand.

“Hotch called; they want you back to help break him.” Reaching out you squeezed at her wrist, “you’re ready. They need you, the real you... you get to be yourself again.”

Emily couldn't help the warmth flowing through her at the thought of that, at getting to return to her real life after all this time. “And you what, keep playing pretend here?”

“No.” You laughed, “actually right before Hotch called, St Thomas’ called…there was a job and they just offered it to me. I move to London at the end of the month.”

“Oh my god, that’s amazing.” A smile burst out on her face and she pulled you into a tight hug until you were nudging her away.

“You need to go.” You practically laughed, “there’s a jet waiting for you, a car will pick you up on the other end.”

“Fuck, right.” She quickly zipped up her bag, double checking that she had everything she needed.

“Text me if you’re missing anything crucial and I’ll ship it out.”

“You’re a lifesaver.” She paused, looking up at you with genuine gratitude written across her face, “and I mean that, both literally and figuratively. Thank you, for everything.” Stepping toward you she wrapped an arm around your shoulders, placing a kiss on your cheek before she stepped away.

“Yeah well, you can pay it back to me by not ruining all my hard work in your first day back in the field, okay?”

“Absolutely.”

“Stay safe.” You warned her and she cast a smile back to you while she opened the door.

“I will. And don’t be a stranger.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

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Nothing like a cold winter day to bring them together and Emily finally crashing in her bed 😁

Solace in Solitude Ch 11

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, mentions of alcohol and tobacco, smut. Welcome to the beginning of the time jump chapters. in my mind each ** means that it's been at least two weeks since the last bit.

“Do you ever stop working?” Emily’s voice rang through the apartment, jolting you out of your hyper fixation spiral of the day when you glanced up at her.

“Huh?”

“You look like you’re cramming for finals right now.” She swiped a pastry off the counter, dropping down into the chair perpendicular beside the couch as you glanced around the room, letting out a small, embarrassed laugh.

“Oh god.” You dropped your hand into your face for a moment while she chuckled, what had started out as some research to combat the boredom of the day ended up with a bit of an explosion, and Emily was right. You had multiple pages open on your laptop, tablet beside you with a medical journal open and a pile of notebooks and textbooks spread out on the couch and coffee table. “Sorry, I didn’t meant to turn the apartment into a dorm room.”

You began to flip closed some of the books you were no longer working, piling them up so you weren’t taking up so much of the shared space. Groaning when a handful of high lighters toppled from inside a notebook to the floor.

“Don’t worry about it.” Emily shrugged, leaning forward to scoop them back up, dropping them into an empty coffee mug on the table, “what’s got you so invested?”

“Boredom.” You replied with a huff of a laugh.

“Okay but when I’m bored on a day off I end up numbing my brain with stupid tv not pouring over case files or true crime. You should’ve gotten out of the house, take advantage before the weather turns to shit.”

“I’m not just bored on days off, that’s the problem.” You sighed, relaxing back into the couch as you started to stretch out your body, realizing just how stiff your muscles and joints were.

“A trauma surgeon who’s bored at work? Okay, we definitely have a problem.” Emily half teased from her chair and you rolled your eyes.

“I don’t get a lot of patients out here and honestly being on your feet for that long is tedious enough but when you aren’t really in it anymore, it’s even worse.”

“Looking for a career change?”

“No.” You laughed, “before I got shipped out here I was working on start ups for a couple of different trials and I’ve always been super passionate about those kind of things. The medical field is incredible already but there’s so much that we either don’t know or can’t execute properly and figuring those things out just makes my brain happy.”

“You were a really big science nerd in high school, hey?”

“Oh shut up.” You tossed a pad of post it’s at her with a laugh.

“The hospital have any programs like that here?”

“Not really.” Your nose scrunched, “that’s what the other half of the research was, finding a home base to set up. There’s one in Germany that has insane tech but the language barrier has been tough enough trying to get information, a handful across the UK and a couple in France but nothing here.”

“Are you looking for an out?” She asked, cocking a brow in your direction and you shrugged.

“No... I mean as far as I know I’m here ‘til you’re cleared, I just… wanna have a back up plan, ya know?”

“Yeah…” she nodded, tugging her lip into her mouth and chewing on it as her gaze drifted out the window. You watched her for a minute, the way her brow scrunched, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly as she began to get lost in thought.

“Are you gonna go back?” You asked, almost timidly, continuing to watch her and her head tilted when she registered your voice.

“Hmm?”

“To your team? Or like, DC in general. From what I’ve gathered the world is basically your oyster.”

“It’s complicated.” She replied, her eyes still latched on the afternoon sky, “they were my family and I felt more at home with them than any place before but I don’t know how things are going to go… or if that’ll ever be home again.”

“Mmm.”

“Does that make sense?” She asked, suddenly looking up to you and you nodded.

“Yeah. But hey, Federal Agent means federal, you could pick up a job anywhere in the country. You’ve got tons of options.”

“Yeah...” She smiled tightly over at you before standing from the chair, “I was thinking stir fry for dinner? Use the rest of that chicken?”

“Sounds great.”

Emily jumped when the apartment door slammed shut, looking up toward the door to see you dropping your bag to the floor, kicking off your shoes and tossing your coat in the direction of the closet before you instantly disappeared into your room. By the muffled yell it was safe to assume that you’d dropped face first into your pillows to let out a scream. She thought about leaving you be, but you had left the door completely wide open and maybe you needed to talk, or a smoke and she’d be lying if she hadn’t been jonesing for one.

So she put down her book and tentatively approached the door, a chuckle escaping her lips as she found you having not moved an inch, face buried in the pillows, flat on your stomach. You were still in your scrubs, which she had never seen, you almost always changed at the hospital. It didn’t take a profiler to figure out that you had wanted to get out of there and home as fast as you could.

“You okay in there?” She asked with a smirk, crossing her arms over her chest as she leant against the door frame.

“Uggghhhh!” Was the response you gave without moving a muscle.

“I’m sensing a little bit of anger here… I’m guessing this isn’t a lost patient kinda thing?”

“No.” You grumbled, rolling onto your side to prop yourself up on your elbow, “just the most terrible, impatient, demanding, nit picky bitch I have ever met.”

“What was she in for?”

“Lipo.”

“Seriously? Why were you working with her?”

“She needed a couple of incisions redone, her doctor was out today and the resident didn’t want to go near her. I figured after you no one could be that bad, but boy was I wrong…. No offence.”

Emily barked out a laugh, “none taken.” Her arms dropped to her side as she stepped into the room, “you seem pent up, I think I may know how to help.” With a smirk she crawled onto the bed, gripping your hip to flip you fully onto your back.

“Oh?” You raised a brow.

“Yeah.” She nodded, her fingers delicately undoing the tie on your scrub pants, “think of it as an apology for being your second worst patient.” You laughed softly, your breath hitching in your throat at the feeling of her fingertips on your skin as they snuck into the waistband of your pants, “relax…”

With a gentle smile Emily tugged down your pants, tossing them to the floor before her hands softly glided up your legs, thumbs rubbing relaxing circles as she went. She massaged lightly, continuing higher up your thighs as you let out a satisfied breath and your legs easily fell open for her. She tugged at your panties, nudging at you to lift your hips so she could rid you of them, tossing them over her shoulder before she settled on her stomach between your legs.

Her lips softly kissed up your inner thigh, breath just barely hot enough where you were already craving it before she repeated the action on the other side, her hands soothing across your skin as she went. You let out an impatient whine and she chuckled, choosing to nip at your inner thigh instead, resulting in a gasp leaving your lips. Not wanting to frustrate you further her tongue darted out, flattening and licking through your pussy. The gasp you let out this time was louder, a hand shooting downward to tangle into her hair as your hips rocked upward. She chuckled softly into your cunt, kissing it gently before she began to eat you out.

Pleasure almost immediately began to soar through you, there was no doubt Emily was skilled at this and it wouldn’t take her long to figure out exactly what it was that made you tick. Her tongue sank into you, coaxing out your arousal, letting it smear across your pussy and down her chin. She licked up again, flicking at your clit and you moaned, fingers tightening in her hair.

“Fuck…”

She repeated the motion, her tongue slowly dragging through you before circling around your pulsing nub, creating a steady rhythm as your hips began to rock up against her mouth. You could already feel your pussy fluttering around nothing, the sparks flying through your body relaxing it, making all the worries of the day completely melt away. Your eyes slowly shut, letting the moment take over as you practically melted into the mattress, little moans and whines escaping your lips as Emily continued to eat you with expertise.

“Oh God…” You groaned when her lips wrapped around your clit, sucking it into her mouth, “more…”

You could nearly feel the way her lips curved up into a grin against your body, her tongue dancing patterns across your pulsing clit. A hand snuck up between your legs, the tips of her fingers toying with your juices before sinking into your pussy.

“Yes!” You moaned, nails scratching at her head, your hips jolting up off the bed.

Emily’s fingers pumped in the same pattern that she sucked on your clit, sucking harder when she curled them perfectly to hit the sensitive spot inside your pulsing walls. It didn’t take very long before you let out a soft cry, your thighs clenching around her as your orgasm washed over you. You heard her laugh softly as her lips finally popped off you, her fingers gently fucking you through your orgasm. She pressed a light kiss right above your clit before her tongue cleaned you up, careful not to overstimulate you before she nipped at your thigh again.

“Feeling any better?”

“Much.” You replied with a relaxed sigh as Emily shifted between your legs, sitting up at the edge of the bed so she could toss your clothes back to you, “could probably still use a drink though.”

“Yeah? How ‘bout a smoke?” She raised a playful brow and you laughed.

“Why the fuck not?”

“I’ll pour the wine.” She swatted at your calf, “grab a sweater, balcony’s a little chilly.”

You were standing in the kitchen, laptop open in front of you as you chewed on your lip, scrolling through page after page of recipes. Every so often your movement would catch Emily’s gaze over the top of her book and she would watch as you pulled open the pantry, staring into it. You’d shuffle a couple of cans or bags around, pulling things to the front before letting out a huff and moving back to the laptop. Her eyes would flick up again when only a couple of minutes later you would repeat the process with the fridge this time.

“Didn’t you pick up groceries like two days ago?” She finally asked and you let out a huff, dropping onto your elbows on the counter.

“Yeah. But my sister called a couple of days ago, freaking out cause she couldn’t find mom’s stuffing recipe. I didn’t even realize Thanksgiving was this weekend and now I feel like I’m missing out.”

“You wanna make a dinner?” She asked and you snorted.

“For just two of us? We’d be eating leftovers til Christmas. Besides,” you glanced over your shoulder, “a turkey isn’t fitting in that oven.”

“It’s overrated.” She shrugged, placing her book down on her lap, “everyone knows the side dishes and dessert are the best part of the dinner.”

“Yeah.” You sighed, your chin coming to rest in your palm, “but without it, the stuffing’s always dryer than it should be.”

“Could use a chicken?”

“Nah. Not enough space for how much stuffing a person needs.” Your nose crinkled and she laughed.

“Your mom make one of those over the top gourmet kinds with apples, cranberries and shit?”

“Ew, no.” You laughed, “bread, spices and practically a pound butter, the way it should be.”

“Well,” she pushed off the couch, padding over to the kitchen where she pulled open the fridge and pantry, “let’s figure this out. What do we need to go pick up?”

“Bread, potatoes,” you ticked off on your fingers, “gravy mix if we’re not actually gonna cook any meat, carrots… maybe brussels sprouts? I don’t like green beans, but if you want them.” You glanced over to her and she shrugged.

“We were never big on Thanksgiving. Wasn’t that much of a priority, and by the time I was an adult I was always working.”

“You never did dinner?” Your brow scrunched.

“Oh there was dinner.” She laughed, “mother would never waste an opportunity to host or show off, but she wouldn’t have even raised a finger when it came to cooking. Most years I’d finish a small plate, ask to be excused and go hide in my room.”

“What? No board games, football?” You asked and Emily barked a laugh.

“I was the only kid. This wasn’t like, a family gathering thing, this was my parents coworkers and people to make connections and network with, it was a place for a kid to be seen and not heard. Until of course my Mother was insistent I share what I was thankful for.”

“Ugh, the worst part of the meal.”

“Yeah, let’s get back to the best parts.” She grabbed the pad of paper you usually used for grocery lists, sliding it across to you, “you do main course I’ll do dessert.”

“Sure, as long as by main you mean sides.” You teased and she laughed.

“Of course.” She tossed you a grin, “and Carter…you’re not roping me into any fucking football.”

“Please,” you mocked, “you’re not ready for combat sports right now and I don’t wanna have to fix your rib again. I will however absolutely destroy you in Scrabble.”

“You sure about that?” She smirked.

“English words only!”

Emily shivered, pulling the blankets tighter around her and tucking them up right under her chin as her eyes wandered to the window. The weather had taken a turn for the worst, thick fluffy flakes of snow drifting through the air and coating the city. She’d already swapped her regular pyjama shorts for a set of pants, pulled a sweater over her shirt and grabbed a pair of wool socks. She’d stolen one of the blankets from the couch and still couldn’t manage to get warm enough in order to fall asleep.

You were faintly aware of noise outside your bedroom door and you did your best to ignore it, curling tighter under the blankets to hold onto sleep. Instead you heard your door open then swing shut and felt the weight of someone on your bed and you let out a small grumble.

“It is fucking freezing!” Emily’s groggy voice broke the silence of your room and you gasped when she pulled up the blankets, letting in a blast of cold air, “shove over.”

“What the fuck...” You grumbled, moving backwards on your side on the bed as Emily dove in next to you, quickly fitting herself right next to your body.

Letting out a reluctant sigh you wrapped yourself around her, spooning her from behind as you knew there was no fighting it. She snuggled deeper into your arms as one of her hands adjusted the blankets and you realized she’d brought the blankets from her room too. Her hand grabbed at your wrist, pulling it around her body in an attempt to get more body heat and you nearly shrieked.

“Jesus you are frozen!”

“I wouldn’t be in your bed if I wasn’t.” She replied, burrowing into the pillow.

You held back an eye roll, letting your arm settle around her body, hugging her closer to you as you readjusted back to a comfortable position, your hand softly rubbing at her arm. As you settled against her your hand slid down her waist, wrapping around the hip she had against the bed, making sure she was snug to you before it rested there, just barely sneaking under the hem of her shirt. Your fingers moved absentmindedly, drawing what you thought were soothing patterns on her skin, movement that would lull her to sleep. Instead Emily let out a soft sigh, her back beginning to arch into the touch as her ass pushed backward into you and you couldn’t help but let out a dark chuckle.

“You know..” you murmured, your lips nearly brushing the shell of her ear, “I’ve got an idea that may just warm you up, even relax you to sleep.”

“Is that so?” She asked and you just knew her eyebrow was raised.

“Mmhmm.” You nipped at her neck and her breath caught in her throat.

“Whatever you’ve got in mind, go for it.”

Your hand easily slipped into the waist band of her pants, sneaking down until your finger tips found her clit, starting to lazily rub it until she was letting out breathy moans, her hips gently rocking in time with your hand. Even with you barely touching her she could already feel the heat beginning to spark through her body, each brush of your hands on her skin warming her up, her pussy tingling, sending different kinds of shivers through her.

“That’s it…” you murmured, lips kissing at her neck as you coaxed her to keep rolling her hips and she let out a moan.

“More…”

A small laugh escaped your lips, nipping at her earlobe as your hand sunk further between her legs, fingers swiping through her folds before they sank into her pussy, earning a gasp from her. Emily tossed her top leg over yours to spread herself open for you and you took full advantage. The heel of your hand continued to grind against her clit while you fingered her, thrusting faster and harder than you had been before. She was already squirming in your arms, little whines breaking free from her lips, ones that turned into moans as your other arm wound around her so you could start to play with her tits through her shirt.

“Oh god…” she groaned, hips grinding down against your hand, practically begging you to never stop.

Your fingers curled inside her, hitting that sweet spot right as you pinched at her nipple and she gasped, her body jolting in your grasp. Your lips formed a smirk against her skin, continuing your motions, beginning to suck on her neck as your fingers thrusted in and out of her dripping pussy. Not wanting to leave her hanging your thumb shifted, starting to rub at her clit in time with your thrusts and she let out a louder moan.

“Fuck!” She muttered through gritted teeth, “oh god, don’t stop. I’m gonna come.”

Her hips continued to grind down on your hand, her pussy fluttering around your fingers as you curled them a few times more, your hands toying with her body in just the way she needed it. It didn’t take much longer before she reached her peak, shaking in your arms, whimpers leaving her lips. Your hand slipped out of her pants, settling against her abdomen again as you felt her fully relax into your embrace.

“Christ…”

You certainly had warmed her up, a sheen of sweat coating her skin under all the fabric that brought warmth to the both of you. She was fast asleep minutes later, finally content with the temperature in the room and you weren’t far behind her.

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That went from 0 to 100 omg 🔥🔥🔥🔥 looks like those two will be sailing down Denial River soon lmao

Solace in Solitude

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, alcohol mentioned, smut! dirty talk, minor insecurity if you squint. If you haven't voted or what series I do next go do that! Though we all know Emily's gonna win... LOL. I do really want to write that one next but I also kinda wanna take a break from Em for a bit to branch out, not that I'm sick of her lol. We'll see what happens lol.

Neither of you were entirely sure how you’d gotten here.

It was an exceptionally hot weekend for almost being October, too hot to stay in the stuffy apartment with no air conditioning. In search of cooler air you’d ended up at a different bar, one with a very different vibe from your usual pub, one where heat wasn’t the only thing coursing through the air. You couldn’t pinpoint the moment when it happened but a few rounds of drinks and a handful of shots later Emily had you pinned to the wall in an alleyway on the way back to the apartment, her knee slotted between your legs as your lips chased hers for another kiss.

“You’re not the only one who needs to get laid Carter.” She husked, her teeth scraping down the column of your neck.

“I’m not fucking you in an alley.” You managed back between airy breaths and Emily chuckled, hand wrapping around your wrist to drag you back to the apartment.

The door was barely locked by the time Emily’s fingers were sneaking under the hem of your shirt, tickling up your skin before she tugged it over your head and it found home on the floor. Her hand cupped the back of your head, pulling you in for another heated kiss, her tongue easily slipping into your mouth as you moaned, fingers slipping into the belt loops of her shorts. You backed your way into your bedroom, lips dancing against hers, quiet moans escaping both of you. An arm wrapped around Emily’s waist and you turned her until the backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed. A small squeak escaped her lips as you broke the kiss, nudging her backwards while your lips traced down the side of her jaw.

“What?” You asked, nipping her skin softly, “you said you wanted to get off too.” Your hands tickled at the skin between her tank and shorts before they froze, “unless you changed your mind?”

“No,” She breathed out nudging at you to get you to continue sucking at her neck, her fingers wrapped around your wrist, guiding you away from the hem of her shirt, “just…leave it on.” She directed your hand to the buckle of her belt instead and you hummed in understanding.

Nipping at the crook of her neck, your tongue laved across the bite when Emily hissed softly and you placed a gentle kiss on the mark before sucking at her skin. Your hands swiftly made work of her belt, undoing her shorts and pushing them down her legs. She let out a groan when you cupped at her through her panties, her hips rocking toward the touch as pleasure surged through her, desperate to feel more.

“Don’t fucking tease.” She murmured and you laughed, pulling yourself away from her neck as your hands gently shoved at her hips.

“Then lie back and take those off.”

Emily dropped down onto the bed, fingertips slipping into the band of her panties to shove them down her legs, watching as you quickly ditched your own shorts, climbing onto the bed to capture her lips in another kiss. This one even more heated than the last as Emily’s hand tangled into your hair, keeping you close to her, tongue rolling against yours as her other hand easily undid your bra. Once the fabric had dropped from your skin her free hand began to toy with you, rolling your nipples, pinching them softly, pulling little moans and whines from you, muffled by the kiss.

Your hand squeezed at her thigh, fingers beginning to dance across her soft skin, tracing higher and higher with each rotation. She let out an impatient whine into the kiss and you smirked, nipping at her lip when she attempted to pout in frustration. Your hand cupped between her legs and her head fell back into the pillows when she let out a satisfied groan, her body tingling with pleasure. The heel of your hand lightly ground against her clit while your fingers started to trail through her folds, slipping in just enough to coax out her juices.

“Fuck…” Emily muttered beneath you, her breath picking up as her hips began to rock in time with your movements. You let out a prideful chuckle, shifting to sit up and she grabbed at your free arm, clicking her tongue at you, “get back here.”

She dragged you into another kiss, moaning into your mouth as your finger tips pressed into her pussy. Her hips twitched up toward the touch and you finally gave her what she wanted, sinking a single finger inside her, satisfied at the way her body practically melted beneath you. You thrusted a couple of times, your tongue dipping into her mouth at the same pace before you added a second finger and she broke the kiss with a moan.

“Oh god..”

“Relax…” you murmured, your nose nudging her chin so you could kiss down her neck again.

Emily’s hand tangled into your hair, holding you to her body as you continued to pump your fingers, each thrust shooting more pleasure through her. She could feel the sparks flying, soaring further south each time your finger tips brushed past the sensitive spot inside her. She let out a gasp when you suddenly curled your fingers, actually hitting it and she could feel your lips curve up into a sly grin against her skin. Whining softly her hips rocked up into your hand and you began to pump them faster, curling with each thrust and her heart was hammering in her chest. You nipped at the crook of her neck and began to make your way across her collarbone, barely able to leave a gentle kiss on the swell of her chest before the hand she had in your hair was pulling you back up into another kiss.

Her pussy was soaked, each pass of your fingers pulling more juices from her, smearing them across her inner thighs and leaking down your wrist. You could feel the way she was pulsing around you already, the tremors each time your finger tips pressed into her g-spot, her thighs quaking around your arm as her moans got louder and needier. You slowed, pressing into the spongey spot harder and longer this time,

“Oh fuck!”

“You gonna come for me?” You husked, your breath hot on her lips as she panted underneath you, a small nod of her head as her eyes scrunched shut.

Quickly changing the angle of your hand, your thumb found her clit, rubbing circles on it and she moaned loudly, her body tensing as pleasure rocked through it. When you pressed harder on her clit she could feel all of the fire racing into the pit of her stomach, curling tighter and tighter as you began to rub faster, timing it with the thrusts of your fingers. The moment you curled your fingers again she cried out, her pussy clenching down around you as her orgasm shot through her, the hand tangled in your hair tightened, nails scratching at your scalp. Her hips jolted up, thighs shaking as you fucked her through her orgasm until she collapsed into the pillows panting.

“Satisfied?” You asked with a smirk as you sat up, pulling your fingers from her before sucking them into your mouth to clean them off.

“Not until you’re so thoroughly fucked you can’t think.” She shot back, swiftly sitting up so she could flip you onto your back, her legs easily straddling your waist, pinning you to the bed.

Emily’s mouth began quick work on your body, kissing down the column of your neck, biting hard enough to make you hiss but hopefully not hard enough to leave a mark. Her tongue left wet paths over the indentations, mouth sucking at the crook of your neck harder when you moaned, back arching toward the touch. She nipped her way across your collarbone and licked a broad strip up the middle of your chest before her lips wrapped around one of your nipples, sucking it into her mouth.

Your hands easily tangled into her hair, pulling just enough to indicate that she should keep doing what she was doing. Every so often her teeth would dig into your tender skin, her tongue flicking patterns over your nipple while sucking, her hand mimicking her motions on the other side. You let out a gasp when her teeth sunk into the underside of your chest, this one for sure hard enough to leave a mark as she did it again, sucking at the same spot until she was satisfied and repeated everything on the other side.

You could feel the tension leaving your body, practically melting into the bed with each ministration of her tongue or fingers, knowing that this was exactly what you needed and she’d barely even started. Her free hand sunk down your body, tickling its way across your stomach until it landed between your legs, massaging at you through the lace of your panties causing you to let out a needy whine. Emily chuckled against your skin, her eyes darting up to yours, unsurprised to find your head thrown back in the pillows, eyes fluttering. Her fingers snapped at the waistband of your underwear before tugging at them and you were more than quick to help kick them down your legs, baring your pussy to her.

“So wet already.” She teased as her fingers swept through you, causing your hips to jolt up to the touch as you sucked in a heavy breath.

Continuing her movements on your chest, nipping and sucking at the supple skin her hand pushed your legs apart and her fingers easily sunk into your pussy. You moaned at the sensation, hips beginning to roll in the same rhythm that she set, whimpers and quiet groans escaping your lips. She crooked her fingers just right and you gasped, your fingers tightening in her hair.

“Oh fuck!”

“You like that?” She mused, her fingers curling again, pressing right into the spot and you practically whimpered.

“Mmhmm.”

“Good.” She pressed harder before pumping her hand a few more times, her fingers twisting and scissoring inside you before they suddenly disappeared from your cunt and squeezed at your hip, “over.” She slipped off you so you could do as she said, rolling onto your stomach, “where’s the strap?”

“Nightstand.”

She shifted off the bed, finding the toy and quickly assembling it with such expertise that your eyes nearly widened, she certainly did know her way around and what she was doing. She climbed back into the bed with a bottle of lube in her hand, settling between your legs she swatted at your ass and you eagerly popped up on your knees, presenting yourself to her and she hummed in appreciation. You heard the pop of the lube bottle opening before she smeared the toy with it and you gasped, nearly jumping at the coolness of it on such a hot night when she rubbed the tip against your cunt.

“Fuck..”

Emily spanked your clit with her cock a couple of times before thrusting it against your pussy, smearing it with your juices and pulling needy whines and whimpers from you. Her fingers returned to your cunt, spreading it open for her,

“Such a pretty pussy.” She praised, nudging the head of the toy into you, slowly sinking it in until her hips met your body and you let out a low moan.

“Oh my god…”

She dragged it out until just the tip was left still inside your wetness and then quickly thrusted back into you, pulling a breathy gasp from you and you pushed back against her, aching to feel it even deeper. Smirking, Emily braced her hands on your hips, fingers digging into your tender skin so she could set a steady pace, her cock fully plunging into your pussy with each thrust of her hips.

Flickering of fire began in your pussy, pulsing around the toy as heat built further and further through your body, sending a trail of goosebumps across your skin. It prickled just underneath the surface, feeling more and more like it was going to burst with each thrust of her cock. You could feel it down to the tips of your fingers and toes, curling, clenching at the bedspread while Emily continued to fuck you, the occasional thrust so hard it sent you bumping forward.

“Oh- g.. God don’t stop.” You managed, voice mumbled by the pillows and Emily didn’t even think of letting up the pace.

Instead, her hand snuck around you, fingertips finding your clit and she began to rub it in tandem with the pace of her hips. You felt the spark nearly burst inside you, pussy fluttering harder and tighter around the toy as it hit your g-spot with each thrust, juices practically dripping down your thighs. You let out a rather whiny moan, hands digging deeper into the bedspread as you pushed your hips back harder, making sure she was fucking you as deep as she could and she chuckled.

“Come for me.” She panted, pressing onto your clit harder as she rubbed it, “I know you want to, let me see how pretty you are when you come on my cock.”

It didn’t take much more than Emily’s voice husking those words to you for you to completely come apart, your cunt clenching down around her, a cry coming from your throat as your body practically collapsed onto the bed shaking. Emily pulled her slightly pinned hand away from your clit, watching the way your thighs continued to twitch as pleasure tore through your body. Her cock slowly thrusted in and out of you a few more times before it slipped from you and you let out a gentle whine.

“Satisfied?” She asked with a tease and you huffed out a laugh.

“Very.” Your eyes were fluttered shut, attempting to catch your breath but you heard the tell tale sound of the strap undoing, the toy landing on the nightstand to be dealt with later. Emily’s hand gently came to scratch at your scalp and you let out a satisfied hum, your body relaxing further into the bed.

“You okay?” She asked, still rather breathless and you nodded.

“Mmhmm.” You cracked open an eye, looking over at her, “are you?”

“Yeah.” She sucked in a breath, “more work than I remember.”

You laughed this time, propping yourself up on your elbows, “count it as your workout for the week then.”

“If all I have to do to get out of gym sessions is that then sign me up.”

You both laughed, then fell into silence as you both came down from your highs, finally able to catch your breath and relax, praying for the night air breezing in through the window to be cooler than the day was. You had your eyes shut when Emily spoke, her voice nearly hesitant,

“You know… this doesn’t like… change things, right? Like, I don’t like you like that or anything…”

“Not at all.” You mumbled, “just a friend helping a friend.” You extended a hand out to her and while she laughed, she high fived you, “now get out of my bed, I can already feel the heat radiating off your body and I refuse to sweat anymore tonight.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” She replied, hopping off the bed to collect her discarded shorts before disappearing through your bedroom door, making sure it was shut behind her before she finally collapsed into her own bed for the night.

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DAMN IT EMILY!!!!!! Way to make Me flustered lol 😂 Emily is the queen of flirting and teasing

Solace in Solitude Ch 9

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, alcohol consumption, sexual conversations. guys... we're so close. SO CLOSE!

The barrier had been broken and routines began to shift around the apartment as the two of you continued to get comfortable with each other. Emily started staying out in the living room when she would hear your alarm go off on work mornings, she’d time it just right so that the coffee was hot and fresh the moment you got out of the shower. You’d usually brief through your day with her, go through any surgeries you had, especially if you were worried about something. She took it all in and always asked the right kind of questions that helped your brain work around the issues, and you were impressed with just how well she understood most of it.

You’d come home to a quiet apartment while Emily slept, drop your stuff off and then head to the gym most days to make sure you weren’t waking her up, so she got proper sleep. Dinner was usually ready as soon as she was getting up and the two of you would be able to eat together, usually on the balcony as the sun went down. You’d had life chats, tell old stories, stupid jokes, laughter filled the space rather than tension. Emily knew just how to get you to tell a story about your childhood, something relating to family or your mom without you realizing what she was doing, and in turn it was never a sad memory. You discovered Emily was a whiz at poker, but you were the breadwinner when it came to blackjack, that she preferred paranormal horror movies, and you were the one that always cried over cheesy romantic comedies.

There was finally starting to be a balance between the two of you, she wasn’t snarky because you were her doctor and thus caretaker anymore, and you didn’t have to babysit any longer. You took care of each other, Emily holding up her end of the deal by always making sure there were home cooked baked goods to snack on while you made sure vegetables made it into dinner. Emily made the promise to only smoke if you were also smoking, which rarely happened but there was the occasional night that you were having a rough go and needed more than a glass of wine to help cope with everything and there was nothing wrong with that.

You were in the kitchen getting breakfast ready, surprised that Emily hadn’t been in the living room when you’d gotten up that morning. But it would make sense that she just got tired early and decided to marathon tv in bed instead so she didn’t fall asleep on the couch. You were about to toss her breakfast sandwich into a container when the coffee machine beeped loudly and a few seconds later she was coming out of her room.

“Shit…” she muttered under her breath, “sorry. I thought I’d wake up when your alarm went off.”

You looked at her curiously for a moment before your lips twitched up into a smirk, “did you just sleep through the night?”

She stilled, an almost guilty expression on her face, “uh… yeah.” She laughed softly, “guess having to get up early with you to go into the hospital kinda fucked my daytime sleeping thing up.”

“Mmhm.” You nodded, pulling down an extra mug to fill with her coffee, “so I take it the new med adjustment is working?”

“How’d you know about that?” She asked, stepping into the kitchen to accept the steaming beverage and you chuckled.

“I’m still your doctor. I took a look at your scans from yesterday and with that came your file.” You grabbed another plate from the cupboard, putting the extra sandwich on it, “glad it’s working. You wanna eat outside?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, “thanks. And uh, another question for you.”

“What’s up?”

“PT said I should bump up my activity now, and I kinda liked getting out in the morning, the city’s quieter. Do you think it’d be okay for me to tag along with you on your way to work more often?”

“Yeah, of course.” You replied with a smile, “it’s a lot nicer to not do it alone.”

“You’re a life saver.” She let out a breath, “and I wouldn’t like, follow you around at work or wait for you or anything, probably just grab a coffee and wander back here.”

“If I were you, I wouldn’t even want to see another hospital again.” You replied back with a laugh, relief washing over you when she laughed even harder, shaking her head at you as she picked up her plate, nudging you toward the balcony.

Emily liked her new morning commute, even if it wasn’t starting her workday, it gave her something to do, a proper reason to get out of bed and a way to feel a bit more like a real person again. Most days she’d split off from you a few blocks from the hospital before picking up a coffee or tea to do her people watching in different areas of the city. She’d meander around as the shops opened, checking things out and usually pick up a lunch on the way back home from a local vendor. If she found something she really loved, she’d pick it up again the next day and drop one off at the hospital for you, her way of saying thank you, and apologizing for being the worst patient and roommate you’d ever had.

On days that you didn’t work, the two of you avoided the metro at peak times, opting for lazy mornings with later breakfasts and extended cups of coffee. Some days you played tourist, checking out the sights of the city, other days you just wandered around together. On the rare occasion you had more than three days off in a row you were able to rent a car and head outside the city limits to explore a little bit further.

Some days Emily would join you at the gym, eager to get herself back to the shape she was in prior to everything going down. While she knew it would likely take more than a few months, she had to start somewhere, focussing on strengthening what her PT from the hospital said and taking it up a few notches higher. She did prefer to just use the time you went to the gym to work out at home, she wasn’t the gym type, never had been, but she couldn’t exactly store everything she needed in the small, shared space.

On lazier days, days you were too tired or unmotivated to do anything sometimes Emily would wander alone, some days she would keep you company while you showed her your favourite movie series. And some days, you ended up down the road at one of the smaller pubs where you could swap out the usual wine for cocktails and pretend like you were being social with other people.

Which was exactly where you were tonight. A basket of fries sitting between the two of you on the bar top while you sipped on drinks. You were seated at the shorter side of the bar, parallel to the space behind the bar, partially so Emily could have her back to the wall and partially because it gave you both the full view of the room. While chatting with the bartender or watching the sports game was fine, you’d both discovered that watching the other patrons was more entertaining.

“It’s got to be a full moon or something.” Emily muttered; her eyes fixed across the room.

“People are particularly wild tonight.” You replied, snagging another fry from the basket.

“I honestly thought that guy was gonna get a glass to the face.”

“It’s what happens when you hit on someone else’s girlfriend like that.” You replied with a shrug, “he was relentless.”

“And the girl’s boyfriend was twice the size of him, what’d he think was gonna happen?” She laughed, pulling one from you as the bartender came over to check on you, offering another round of drinks that you accepted.

“God I can’t believe I used to be that young and dumb. I couldn’t even imagine doing half the shit we’ve seen tonight at our age.”

“We’ve turned into spinsters.” She replied dryly, “it’s honestly amazing we’re out of the house on a Friday night anyways.”

“Yeah but I’m far too lazy to make my own mojitos.” You paused to thank the bartender for the refill, taking a hefty swig.

“I’ll drink to that.” She tilted her glass toward you and you clinked it with yours. “This group at ten o’clock?”

“Yeah?” Your eyes scanned through the room, following her direction until you found them.

“Girl in the pink’s been getting hit on by green shirt and blue shirt all night. Who’s she going home with?”

“Hmm...” Your lips wrapped around your straw for another sip as you surveyed the situation, spinning your own theories onto things, watching the group dynamics.

“Green shirt’s managed to get pretty touchy without any shying away.”

“Yeah but he’s buying her drinks, I’d put up with the flirting for free shit too. Besides, blue’s hotter.”

“You think?” She looked over at you and you shrugged.

“I’m mean, I wouldn’t fuck him, but if I had to pick between the two of them…” you gestured vaguely towards him and Emily tilted her head in recognition.

“He’s too shy.” She muttered, watching the man in blue, “doesn’t have the balls to flirt with her when green’s around and he doesn’t care who sees.”

“Yeah, but that’ll pay off in the long run.”

“How?”

“Green’s a partier, a fuck boy, he may be flirting with her but he keeps eye fucking everything with a pulse when he thinks she’s not looking. Nice guys don’t always finish last, ya know.” You teased with a smirk and she scoffed, “besides, look at the scar on the back of green’s leg.” Emily’s eyes flicked to the back of his knee, “that’s fresh. I’m sure he’s supposed to be wearing a brace but thought it wasn’t cool, he’s probably still on the painkillers. He’s what?” You eyeballed him for a minute, “5’8’’, 160? With the amount he drank in the last hour, he’ll be three sheets to the wind in the next twenty.”

Emily pulled her gaze away from the group, surveying you for a minute as she took a sip of her drink and then let out a huff, “fuck, sometimes I forget you’re a doctor and you can do shit like that.” You laughed, “my money’s still on drunk-y.”

“Alright.” You replied with a grin and the two of you laughed before distracting yourselves with another group to people watch.

It was almost exactly twenty minutes later when Emily’s eyes circled back over to the original group and she let out a quiet swear. The girl was sitting in a separate booth from her friends, next to blue who had his arm against the back of the booth. Green was attempting to dance with another girl, stumbling so hard the bouncer was already on his way to escort him outside.

“Fuck.” She glanced up to the bartender who was halfway through a conversation with you, “put her next one on my tab.”

“Huh?” You glanced over to her and she nodded in the direction she’d been looking and you burst out a laugh. “Told ya.”

By the time that round of drinks had been finished, blue had made his move and the two of them had yet to stop making out across the bar.

“Jesus Christ.” Emily muttered, “they really don’t care that they’re in public, do they?”

“They’ve gotta come up for air sometime.” You replied and she laughed, “god...” you sighed, your elbow dropping onto the bar top so you could prop your chin up in your hand, “to be that young and just not give a shit….”

“Oh I remember the days.”

“Fondly?”

“Most of the time they make me cringe, I won’t lie. Half of it was likely just to piss off my mother.”

“They really are going to town…” your brow furrowed, “is his hand up her skirt?”

“Wouldn’t be surprised.”

“Good for them.” You huffed, “lord knows it’s been ages since my last good make out.”

“Yeah?” Emily raised a playful brow, “how long.”

“Well…” you chewed on your lip for a moment, “my ex and I broke up like…almost a year before I moved here...”

“A year?!” She exclaimed, “wait… how long was I under for?”

“Just shy of a month.” You replied, taking another sip of your drink, “got here early March.”

“October is next week!”

“You don’t have to remind me.” You stated with a laugh, picking up the shot Emily had ordered earlier and throwing it back.

“Okay, but relationships fizzle out, you stop having sex near the end of them, sometimes for months. Please tell me you at least had a couple hook ups after that.”

“Nope. Too heartbroken, then too busy with work.”

“So how long for that?”

“I don’t even want to think about it.” You chuckled, “this conversation is making me feel very shrivelled up but the saving grace is that I know you haven’t touched a soul in at least eight months so I feel a little better about that.”

“Glad I could be of service.” She laughed, saluting you before signalling for another round, “you know, there’s a sex toy shop that’s open late around the corner, you could pick something up.”

“Oh?” You raised a brow, “that one of your weekly shopping destinations?”

Emily scoffed, “no! And in my defence, I thought it was a lingerie boutique, figured since I don’t have anything that’s actually my style, I might want to pick something up. Went inside and nope, dildos, everywhere. And a very awkward conversation with the clerk.”

“Yeah? What’d’ya buy?” You asked with a grin.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Emily teased you right back, laughter filling the space between you as the bartender placed down another round of shots.

You were sitting at the breakfast bar, laptop in front of you and completely unaware that Emily was already out of the shower.

“What’re you looking at?” She asked, the tease very present in her voice and you jumped, practically slamming the laptop closed.

“Nothing.”

“Oh c’mon.” She laughed, flipping it back open, “it’s not like I didn’t already see, I watched you click through three options.” You felt the heat creeping up on your cheeks as she braced herself on the counter, hand half wrapped around you as she peered over your shoulder. “Why bother ordering online, just go to that shop.”

“Well after the raving review you gave I figured an in-person sale might be incredibly awkward. Plus the wrapping isn’t usually discreet and then you’d know exactly what I’d bought and I don’t need that.”

“Did you seriously move across an ocean and not bring any with you, or are you one of those girls who just doesn’t use them?” She asked, her hip coming to lean against the counter as her arms crossed.

“I moved to Paris for an indefinite amount of time, of course I brought some.” You deadpanned, “but it’s just weird to even think about doing anything when you’re in the house, I’ve lived alone so long I usually don’t think about it.”

“Have you seriously not touched yourself since March? No wonder you’re so pent up.”

“You were in the hospital for a long time…”

“Right.” She nodded, understanding what you were getting at, “still… grab a toy, use it. I’ll go out for a drink tonight.”

“That’s still weird though!” You laughed, “then the entire time I’m trying to get off all I’m thinking about is the fact that you’ve purposely left the house and are sitting at some bar wondering how long it will be til you can come home cause you’re thinking about me touching myself. And that’s not gonna help me.”

“Okay, so I’ll start leaving the house more randomly when you’re home.”

“Don’t bother.” You sighed, your chin finding a home in your hand as you redirected your gaze to the computer screen, clicking back a page to see more options, “the vibe died back in April and I’m not big on using the dildo myself, only when it was attached to the ex.”

Emily smirked, suddenly caging you into the counter from behind, “it doesn’t have to be her wearing it.” She laughed, “I can confidently say I know my way around a strap.” Her breath was hot on your ear when she spoke and you nearly choked on air at the tone in her voice. Her fingers brushed across your lower back as she moved around the island, “What?” She raised a brow.

“Nothing.” You shook your head, not daring to look up from the screen.

“Really?” She turned around, pouring out a fresh cup of coffee, “seems like you’re a little flustered, that’s all.” Turning back to you she took a sip, watching the way you shifted in your seat, almost uncomfortably before she barked out a laugh, “I’m kidding!”

“Jesus christ.” You swore, throwing a pen in her direction.

“You should have seen the look on your face.”

“I hate you…”

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🥺😢Poor ym not able to go to her moms funeral 😭

The two of them finally bonding and Emily worrying about her after noticing the change in her 😊🥰

Solace in Solitude Ch 8

Future Emily Prentiss x reader Warnings: language, usual ptsd type situations/conversations, mentions of death. If this chapter had a title it would be "Trauma Bonding" our girls are finally breaking down the last of their walls and learning to rely on each other to get through it. I promise more actual comfort in future chapters! we've gone from enemies to friends, two more steps to go!

Emily shifted in her sleep, letting out a quiet grunt at whatever was trapped between her and the bed. She tugged at the sheet, thinking it was bunched up underneath her, praying she could hold onto the tired and be able to get back to sleep, knowing that if she opened her eyes she’d lose it. She shifted again and that resulted in a groan leaving her lips as she pushed it deeper into the mattress. She was acutely aware that it was warmer than usual in her bedroom and figured the weather was going to be nicer today. That was until something shifted behind her and she realized the last thing she could remember was you coming into her room mid nightmare.

“Ow…” You mumbled, voice thick with sleep, “get off me.” You nudged her and Emily jolted away from you to the other edge of the bed.

“What the fuck are you doing in my bed?!” She shrieked and you winced, sitting up as you rubbed your eyes.

“You asked me to stay.” You replied with a grumble, already pushing back the blankets.

“Yeah until I was calmed down, not all night!”

“I wasn’t the one having nightmares!” You shot back, “you fell asleep on my fucking arm and have been lying on it all night.” You shook out your arm, flexing your hand in an attempt to get some feeling back into it, “god you’re annoying.”

“We are never speaking of this again.” She warned.

“Already forgotten.”

You were through the door and it was swinging shut behind you before Emily could even think about trying to get another word in. Instead she let out a frustrated groan, clutching the blankets around her as she collapsed back into the pillows, her cheeks a bright shade of pink she desperately wanted to disappear. She wasn’t even sure if she was more embarrassed about being vulnerable the night before, or for feeling comfortable and safe enough around you to fall back asleep.

Either way, she was mad at herself. She was supposed to hate you.

Despite the utter embarrassment she did end up falling back asleep for a few more hours and was incredibly thankful that they were dreamless. She spent more than a few mindless hours marathoning a show and was only alerted of you when she heard the front door swing shut. Glancing at her watch she deduced that it was the usual time you hit the gym on your days off work and figured this was her chance to utilize the rest of the apartment.

There was a hot pot of coffee with just enough for two mugs left in it and a Tupperware container with a still warm brunch burrito on the counter, both no doubt left for her. She said a silent thank you and devoured both, spending a little bit of time tidying up around the apartment, specifically making sure the balcony was cleaned up from the night prior. It was mid afternoon by the time she heard the elevator ping and grabbed a snack to disappear back into her room until you were asleep.

You unlocked the apartment door and weren’t too surprised to find her still hiding, while you had no residual embarrassment about falling asleep in her bed it was clear she did and you weren’t about to push it. You did take it as a positive note that it was clear she had left her room while you were gone and continued into the kitchen to throw dinner into the oven before you jumped in the shower.

Knowing that night hours were usually the time Emily was awake you figured you’d leave the shared spaces open for her, plating up your dinner, grabbing a wine glass so you could tuck the bottle under your arm to hole up in your own room. You did leave the door open about a quarter in case she did end up being open for socializing or needed anything from you. You grabbed your tablet, propping it up and tossing on whatever your most recent binge had been to have on in the background while you ate dinner, scrolling through a few emails to get a handle on what your scheduled week looked like back at the hospital.

Emily heard the scrape of a fork on a bowl, followed by the clunk of said bowl being placed down on your nightstand. She let out a soft sigh, now that she had been fully awake she’d been able to piece together the nightmare and the conversation following it. She’d spent an hour untangling what she knew she said and what she figured she was imagining, de-fogging her brain if you will. Incredibly reluctantly she slipped from under the bedsheets, pulling her sweater tighter around her as she meandered the two feet from her bedroom door to yours, poking at it so it crept a couple more inches open. You were sitting against the headboard, your legs pulled up crisscross with your laptop balanced in front of them, your focus completely on it. You had glasses on she’d never seen you wear before, a notebook beside you as you typed away on your computer. You could sense that she was there and were waiting for her to say something but she continued to just linger awkwardly in the door way.

“The pan on the stove is for you.” You said, not looking up.

“What?” She asked, glancing over her shoulder.

“Dinner.” You replied, picking up a pen to scribble something down in the notebook, “I made double.”

“Oh. Yeah. Thanks.” She crossed her arms over her chest as her stomach growled lightly. When she didn’t move you finally glanced up at her, a brow cocked in her direction.

“You need something else?”

“I— uh.” She shuffled awkwardly, “yeah…”

“You’re hovering.” Your head titled, “I only had the one joint and if I’m gonna get you more you’re gonna swear you’re not gonna take your meds on top of it.”

“Oh.. no.” She quickly shook her head, “that’s not it at all.”

“You okay?”

She tugged her lower lip into her mouth, chewing on it as she stared at her feet, finally letting out a low breath. “Everything I said last night? I… I shouldn’t have told you, like, any of it.”

“It’s fine.” You shrugged, “it’s not exactly like I have anyone to tell it to anyways. You needed to get it off your chest.”

“I still shouldn’t have.” Her tone nearly changed to snapping at you, though she was more mad at herself at this point, “I never should have brought up Declan. No one’s supposed to know about him and I basically doxed him to you.”

“I’m trusted with keeping the fact that you’re alive a secret, at this point, what’s one more.” You shrugged again, turning back to the article in front of you. “Besides, didn’t you say Doyle thinks he’s dead?”

“No.” She sighed heavily, “I thought I had the upper hand, gave it up to Doyle in the last few minutes before…”

She trailed off and it was your turn to nod silently, “mmm. Yeah, you were getting pretty mumbly right before you fell asleep, I didn’t get everything.”

“It’s classified information.” This time she did nearly snap, though her gaze remained trained on the floor in front of her, “I said things that I don’t want you knowing…”

“Okay.” You raised your hands in surrender, “not another word.” You mimed zipping your mouth shut and throwing away the key.

“Thanks.” She muttered, letting out a shaky sigh.

“You know…” you pulled your laptop half shut, giving her your full attention, “you’re allowed to be scared. You’re allowed to feel vulnerable. I know it’s gotta be tough for anyone with your background in your field, you’re not any less of a person or weak just because you talked about your feelings. You don’t always need to be the bad ass.”

“Being the so called bad ass is exactly what got me here in the first place.” Emily felt the shame coating over her once again, attempting to hold back the tears, “I dealt with him on my own the first time, I thought I could handle it alone and I was stupid to believe that. I fucked things up and I’m solely responsible for it all.”

“First off, anyone who can do what you do is the furthest from stupid.” You scolded, “secondly, you don’t have to burden yourself with everything, you don’t have to do it all alone. You’ve got people you can rely on.”

“You’ve made a clear point of that.” She mumbled, gesturing over her shoulder to the kitchen, “at first I was mortified to have a babysitter but I clearly couldn’t have done it alone, and I was an asshole about it the entire time.”

“Is that an apology I hear hiding in there?” The corner of your lips curved up into a smirk and she huffed out a laugh accompanied with an eye roll.

“Thanks for dinner.” She turned away from your doorway and you called over her shoulder.

“Hey! Have you checked out that online scrabble app?”

“No.” She turned back to you with a perplexed look on her face.

“You might want to.” You opened your laptop again, getting settled back to where you were, “there’s Cheeto’s in the pantry, grab a bag, play a game tonight.”

While the environment in the apartment had definitely began to improve over the next few weeks, Emily noticed the way you started to isolate yourself even more. She wasn’t one to pry, especially with how withholding she’d been herself since meeting you, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t curious. It seemed you were either at the hospital or working on whatever research at home. She saw a list of names and phone numbers that looked like they were located all over the world and could hear you on the phone at strange hours of the night. The conversations were hushed, some in English, some in French and some in butchered foreign languages, lengthy pauses while you would google translate something to say only for the person on the other end of the line to have to do the same.

She noticed the caffeine consumption between the two of you skyrocket and it was clear you were exhausted and whatever was going on was dragging you down. The bags under your eyes ever apparent and after a week or two you weren’t bothering to try and cover them up with make up. She wondered if she should be worried the first night you didn’t come home from work, but her phone buzzed just before midnight with a brief apology explaining you’d be staying in an on call room the next two nights and to not stress about it.

When you did eventually get home from that stint you found a container of homemade cinnamon rolls with an ‘eat me’ label on them, a freshly stocked wine nook, a very clean apartment and new groceries in the fridge. You very gratefully took two of the buns before disappearing into your room that night and Emily had no problems picking up the duties that were continually slipping through the cracks. She was feeling more energetic and mobile now, so there was no reason she couldn’t be the one throwing together meals and keeping things clean.

She didn’t think much of it until she heard your phone ring in the middle of the night, jolting her from her nightly television marathon as her eyes flicked towards your bedroom door. She heard your answer groggily but could almost feel the tension in the building crack as you quickly found your voice and the entire mood shifted. Your voice was quiet, shaky and she heard you say something about sending money before there was a brief conversation followed by a solemn good bye and I love you. It was nearly an hour later she realized the noise she thought was coming from the air conditioner was actually coming from your room and it sounded an awful lot like you were doing your best not to cry too loudly.

Emily knew that your business was your business, so she kept her head down and let you isolate in your room or vanish off to whatever parts of Paris you were at while you were out of the house. She noticed that your late night phone calls had come to a halt, and the amount of research you appeared to be doing had decreased. It was just about two weeks later when she couldn’t sleep, a bird chirping directly outside her window waking her up around three in the afternoon when she was surprised to hear you in your room. It was almost like you were watching something, but the sound quality wasn’t as good as tv would be, and she could hear you sniffling every so often. Not wanting to eavesdrop, she popped her ear buds in and turned on her tablet to distract her.

An hour later you shut your laptop, wiping what was left of your tears off your cheeks, dropping back onto the bed with a heavy sigh. You didn’t want to move but you were out of Kleenex and figured it might help to wash your face with cold water and you needed to get started on dinner. So you powered through and wandered over to the bathroom, grabbing a fresh box of tissues to blow your nose a couple of times and dab at your eyes before splashing water on your face. You were turned toward the towel rack, drying off your face when your head tilted toward the door and you jumped, letting out a quiet shriek as Emily did the same, tearing the ear bud out of her ear.

“I’m so sorry!”

“Fuck!” You countered, taking a second to try and catch your breath, “I thought you’d still be asleep for another hour.”

“Noisy neighbour.” She shrugged with an awkward laugh, gesturing toward her room and your brow furrowed, causing her to stumble over her words as she tried to explain she didn’t mean you. “Uh, birds.”

“Oh. Okay.” You picked at the sleeve of your hoodie, gesturing past her toward the kitchen, “I was just gonna start dinner.”

“Oh, you don’t have to.” She waved you off, “I can do it. Or we can order, uh—I could order. Not like I do much around here anyway.”

“No, no…” You wrapped an arm around your waist, your gaze darting between just over Emily’s shoulder and the floor. “You’ve actually been doing a lot recently, thank you. I kinda dropped the ball majorly…” Your hand wrapped around the cuff of your hoodie, wiping at your nose quickly as you sniffed and Emily frowned, her voice impeccably soft when she spoke next.

“Hey… I don’t wanna stick my nose where it doesn’t belong, but are you… okay?”

You took a shaky breath, looking up at the ceiling to keep any fresh tears at bay, “uh.. my mom died about two weeks ago.” You risked a glance up at her and caught just the moment her face fell.

“Oh god. I’m so sorry.” Without even thinking she stepped forward and wrapped you into a tight hug, feeling relief flow through her at the way you relaxed into her arms, letting the embrace continue for a moment, endorphins slowly creeping their way into your system to calm you down before you gently pulled away, finally able to step out into the main apartment, not so trapped in the bathroom anymore.

“We knew it was coming, she’d been sick for a while and nothing her doctors were doing was helping much at this point, just delaying the inevitable.”

“I take it all that late night research wasn’t related to your project then?” She asked and you shook your head.

“No. I tracked down as many specialists as I could, there either wasn’t enough research to prove it or things weren’t FDA approved.” You suddenly reached out, squeezing at her elbow, “sorry, I didn’t want to drag you into all this, if I’d known you were up I would’ve declined the call or something.” She only looked at you with a quizzical expression on her features, “my sister face timed me for the service.” You gestured toward your bedroom, “you never think it’s gonna be that hard, like you’ve already had time to cope but it just….”

“Brings back more memories.” She frowned and you nodded, “can I do anything? You want a drink? A smoke?”

“Oh god, yes.” You groaned, “honestly if I knew where you’d stashed them I’d owe you a pack by now.”

That earned a small smile from Emily as she squeezed at your shoulder before disappearing into her room, unsurprised to find you waiting on the balcony with two glasses of liquor. It was quiet out on the balcony, she handed off the pack and lighter to you first as she settled in her chair, picking up the drink for a sip before lighting her own cigarette. About halfway through curiosity got the best of her and she looked your way,

“How come you didn’t go home? At least for a couple of days?”

An awkward air overtook the two of you as you avoided her gaze, taking a longer drag of the smoke before fiddling with the sleeve of your sweater.

“I wasn’t allowed.” You admitted, “I asked. I called the Suit, your boss, what’s his name?” You looked up at her and she could see the fresh shimmer of tears in your eyes.

“Hotch?”

“Yeah, him.” You sighed, “he told me that I cannot leave Paris until it’s cleared by the FBI. Sent his deepest condolences and my sister said there was an anonymous donation that helped with funeral funds so he didn’t do nothing but it still sucks.”

“That’s bullshit.” Emily exclaimed, “what the fuck?”

“Something about how I can be traced back to the hospital, that my name was on your paperwork, I signed your death certificate. If I suddenly flew back to Boston for a couple of days and then got on a plane back here instead of Haiti I could lead people straight to you.” You looked over at her, “the entire thing would risk blowing your cover.”

Emily’s eyes widened, her mouth dropping open for a moment while she processed everything, realizing now that you truly were trapped here just as much as she was. Her reckless behaviour hadn’t just messed with her team and sent her into hiding, it had uprooted your entire life too.

“I’m so sorry…”

“It’s fine.” You waved her off, “I’m pretty sure I could have said no about coming out here, fought it a little harder. I already knew she was sick, I just thought…” You stalled in your words, closing your eyes for a moment before you shook out of it, “it’s not like it’s your fault.”

“I mean—”

“No more of that!” You turned to her with a stern expression on your face and as taken aback as she was at first she realized where you were going with it, “as your unofficial shrink, that’s the homework I’m giving you, stop blaming yourself for everything. Learn to let things go.”

“Okay.” She held up her hands, leaning back in her chair, “message received, Dr. Carter.”

“Even if it is technically your shitty decision making that results in crap, make a sincere apology, and then it’s over.”

“Doesn’t help that I’ve been a bit of a cunt about the whole thing when you’ve just been keeping me alive.”

“Eh,” you took another drag of the smoke, “your taste in cigarettes has to make up for something. And those cinnamon rolls, did you sneak those out of the packaging or were they homemade?”

“From scratch.” She turned to you with a proud smile and you let out a small laugh.

“If they happen to appear on a weekly basis I’ll take a few numbers off your bitch tab.”

“Mark that as noted.” She laughed softly, relishing in the more relaxed feeling of the evening. Cautiously, she reached out, grabbing your free hand with hers to get your attention, squeezing gently, “hey, and I know I kinda suck majorly at the whole talking thing, but I’ve been told I’m a pretty good listener, so anytime you wanna talk about this, I’m here.”

You smiled softly, nodding back at her and both of you felt the tensions from the previous months slowly melting as you continued to knock down each other’s walls.

“I know…”

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🥺🥺😭😭😭😭noooo our poor baby damn you Ian for making her feel unsafe.

I'm glad Emily is slowly able to talk about it instead of bottling it up

😶‍🌫️😏oh Emily revealer only likes girl I wonder if that'll change their dynamic now 😅 also not Emily changing the flowers 😭

Solace in Solitude Ch 7

Eventual Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, alcohol, nicotine and weed consumption, mentions of trauma/death, nightmares & anxiety. Yup!! She is back y'all!! Let's just say I got very bored of writing for bingo, things are not very Christmasey around here so I decided to try and finish this entire thing by New Year's. Now, i doubt that'll happen, but i'm still aiming for a chapter per day meaning 4-5 more chapters by NYE which honestly is just under what I have planned for this series. I wanted this one to be better, I can't lie, but in the new year we will move on to a new series and it will be wonderful! Happy Holidays!!

Emily kept her braids in until the next time her hair needed to be washed, if you had said anything she would say it was purely out of convenience and nothing else. But she knew that she actually liked it, she felt as if a new style was something that would help her move on to a new phase of life, not to mention you were a wizard when it came to braiding her slowly growing bangs into the braids and keeping them off her face. A new, different look was her way of leaning into Valerie, making herself more comfortable with the idea of everything and sticking around Paris while she waited for it to all come to an end.

She finally had enough energy to get out of the apartment, making it down the block to the corner store to pick up a few things. You’d been working later and longer hours, mentioning something about picking up a new research project in passing one day (that or you were hiding at the hospital, she wasn’t entirely sure). Thanks to that, things around the apartment had started to get a little on the lacking side when it came to chores. Emily didn’t mind, she spent most of the time in her room anyway and she could always get food delivered. But she did feel a bit bad if she wasn’t contributing at all, especially considering the last time she washed her hair you wordlessly braided it without her even having to ask.

So she’d began using her daily out of the house walks to not only get some more energy and strength back, but to pick up a few things for the apartment. Some days it was food, others coffee and she’d taken up the habit of replacing the flowers in the living room whenever they started to wilt. It was another small change in her routine that was helping her feel more human once again and she was finally starting to get comfortable being outside and not being completely on edge the entire time. She used the time to start upping her profiling skills again, the city streets of Paris the perfect place to grab a cup of coffee and people watch. She didn’t really care if she was correct with her hypothesises, it got her brain working again and she felt bad whenever she caught herself profiling you at home.

That didn’t mean she couldn’t tell that you were getting more tired with each day that went by, mentally drained by living the life you hadn’t chosen. She knew that one all too well at this point. So she did her best to keep the apartment in order without overworking herself and keeping out of your way, which in the long run was benefitting her too.

Currently Emily was out on the balcony, her usual home for the time in the evenings when you overlapped and her second favourite place to people watch from. The sun had already began its decent, the sky painted with colours of teal and purple when she heard the door open and shut inside the apartment. Her eyes flicked to the cigarette in her hand, wondering if she should stub it out before you saw it but figured she was already ratted out by the scent wafting through the air, not to mention the half pack of butts in the ash tray. She took another drag of it, watching a family of three on the street below her, the girl in between her parents, a hand holding each of them as she skipped her way down the sidewalk and her lips curved up into a brief grin. The thought of setting out on a nice family adventure on a Friday night, her imagination took hold, ideas flowing through her brain about the multitude of places they could be headed.

She was broken out of the daydream by the sound of you quite literally kicking off your shoes and throwing your bag into your room. The tell tale sign of what she first thought was the fridge opening, the sound of ice cubes being dumped into a glass proving her wrong, that you’d gone for the freezer instead, the glug of the high end bourbon you’d stashed in the pantry flowing into her ears next. She thought the next sound would be the closing of your bedroom door as you disappeared for the night and nearly jumped when you stepped out onto the balcony beside her, swiping the back of cigarettes from the small table. It happened so fast she couldn’t even let out a noise of objection before you spoke, snagging the lit cigarette from practically between her lips.

“Give me that.” You muttered.

“I- hey!” She groaned, her brow furrowing when she looked up at you to find you using her smoke to light your own, the pack already back on the table.

Before she could fully process what was going on her cigarette was back between her fingers and you were dropping into the empty chair, a heavy sigh escaping your lips as you sunk even deeper into it. She let silence overtake the balcony so you could use the time to decompress, shift from your doctor self into your home self and no doubt relax a little bit. She finished her smoke, stubbing it out in the ash tray not long after you’d lit yours. She debated going back inside but felt like her skin was still itching, desperate for more nicotine so without even glancing in your direction she picked up the pack, pulling the lighter from her pocket to light a second one while she prepared for the nagging she was about to receive. Instead you simply took another drag, shoulders sagging as smoke slipped from your lips into the cooling night air.

“Nothing, really?” She couldn’t help herself, nearly laughing as she pocketed the lighter, “I thought you of all people would be coming out here to lecture me about the dangers of smoking.”

You let out a scoff of a laugh, “it’s fucking France, everyone smokes.” Your eyes flicked down to the ash tray and your lips curved into a frown, “I won’t lecture you but you might wanna slow down on how many you have per day.”

“Not exactly like I have much else to do.”

“Yeah well, find a hobby or something.” You took another drag, “there’s a bakery two streets over with the best stuff in the city. You could make your walks longer.”

“Hmm.” Emily replied, the acknowledgement that she had been leaving the house and helping out was all either of you needed to discuss on the matter. You weren’t in the mood to be the rule maker right now, that was very clear.

Silence took over the balcony once more and as much as she didn’t mean to, Emily’s eyes flickered over to you, examining your body language, her profiler gears turning. You looked even more mentally tired than you had the last time she’d seen you, not that there were bags under your eyes, but the look of utmost defeat within them. You sunk down so deep into the chair, pulling your legs up into it, curling around yourself as if to protect yourself from the outside world. Your gaze lingered on the skyline, not daring to dart down to the street where people occasionally milled below and every drag of the cigarette between your fingers was long, deep, like someone who desperately needed a more intense vice they hadn’t indulged in in years.

“Rough day?” She finally asked, her voice soft, quiet enough you could ignore it if you wanted to.

“Yeah.” You replied, flicking the ash off your smoke while you glanced down, sighing heavily. “Lost a patient.” Emily watched as your staring contest with the sky ended and your eyes flitted through the street beneath you, “little girl, couldn’t have been more than eight. Came in ‘cause she fell off her bike, complaining of arm pain, admitting doctor said she was wearing a helmet and the initial exam was clear. She was alert, talkative, just the cutest fucking thing, reminded me a lot of my sister at that age. We figured it was a broken arm and were waiting for the x-ray line up to clear up to confirm.” You took a heavy breath, a long drag of your smoke and Emily knew the twist was coming, “turned out the Dad was lying to Mom about the helmet, he didn’t want to get in trouble for not enforcing the rules, thought it didn’t matter that the poor girl bonked her head. We didn’t catch the brain bleed in time…” You trailed off, your eyes glassy as they returned to the sky.

“I’m so sorry…” Emily whispered and you shook your head,

“A family doesn’t come back from that. Guilt’ll eat you alive, Mom’ll likely never forgive Dad, he’ll go insane trying to right a wrong he can’t fix.”

“Can only hope he takes it out on himself and not someone else.” She muttered, shaking her own head and she instantly felt your eyes on her.

“You see a lot of that in your line of work?”

“Unfortunately, yeah.” She sighed, “something like today would be a stressor, it builds up higher and higher, fucks with your brain until you can’t take it anymore and it just sparks an explosion. He’s never gonna be able to look at another little girl on a bike again. He’ll see parents who let their kids ride without helmets as unfit, villains, could start lashing out towards them, likely verbally at first before a trigger hits. Could be divorce papers, could be the family ostracizing him, one month, six month, one year anniversary of her death, then he loses it…”

“Mmm.” In any other situation you would have been impressed by the way her brain worked, but right now all you were consumed by was grief, a weak laugh escaping through your lips as you should your head, “god we’re depressing.”

“At least you don’t have to sleep during the day.” She muttered and you let out a small laugh.

“We can adjust your meds again.” You replied before you glanced down to your smoke, your head titling before you looked up at Emily, “though there is something else we haven’t tried…. I mean, we’re already smoking.”

It took a moment for the realization to wash over her, her eyes widening when she realized what you were talking about, “is that legal here?” She whipped her phone out, hastily typing before she nearly shot you a glare, “no! It is not.”

“Oh don’t be a fucking narc,” you rolled your eyes, your voice quieting to not be overheard, “you’re not a fucking fed right now, and it’s fine if it’s medical.”

“That’s gotta be some kind of illegal abuse of your medical licence.”

“Yeah well… I wasn’t the one who shot some guy’s ear off for a threat.” You deadpanned and Emily choked on her words, grimacing as she settled back in her chair instead of trying to stop you as you stood, “a couple of puffs now, we’ll eat a late dinner, finish the joint and go to bed. If it helps you sleep, I’ll get you a prescription.”

“Fine.” She grumbled, willing to try anything at this point to get her back to a normal schedule, knowing that one day she was going to have to work through the day and sleep through the night again. She couldn’t keep this up forever.

You’d been the first to tap out, the exhaustion of a full work day on top of the glass of bourbon and weed, once your stomach was full, you were down for the count, saying goodnight and quickly heading to your bedroom. Emily felt fine, a little cloudy but relaxed, comforted almost and she knew it was probably not the greatest idea but she sipped on a glass of wine after you went to bed, feeling the night sink into the city. She thought nothing of it as she went through her normal nighttime routine, even though it was hours earlier, her eyes were drooping, it was at least time for a nap. She locked the balcony door behind her, washed the couple of dishes in the sink, filled up a glass of water and made sure the alarm was set. She washed her face, brushed her teeth and took whatever meds she normally did before bed and curled up under the blankets, letting out a soft sigh as she did so, sleep taking over much quicker than normal.

The major conflict being that Emily’s body was used to the new sleep schedule she’d implemented, the one that started at dawn and went ‘til dusk. Meaning it had been roughly twelve hours, not twenty four since she’d last taken her meds and even with the added weed, she’d only been awake four hours by the time you got home, there was no way it was actually bedtime for her. She could practically feel herself tossing and turning, her mind racing as images began to plague her dreams.

Though this time it wasn’t just Ian, they were at the villa, there was a weird haze over the entire thing but she was playing with Declan, wide smile on her face as he laughed while she chased him around. At first she looked like Lauren; Declan was as small as she remembered until Ian showed up and a darkness enveloped the room. She could feel her heart pounding, a gasp escaping her lips as she frantically looked around for the boy who was suddenly nowhere to be seen. Unlike the last nightmare this time it was as if she was having an out of body experience, watching the entire thing like it was a movie. She watched the fear spread across her own face as her hair darkened, became straighter, bruises started to purple up on her skin as Ian laughed at her.

“You’ll never find him. You’ll never be able to protect him.” He jeered, “he’s my boy after all. You gave up that chance, didn’t you?”

Blood started to stain her shirt, forming a circle on her lower abdomen before she let out a groan, hands shooting to the wound, trying to hold it together as red streaks began to drip down her clothing. She couldn’t help but collapse to her knees, choking on her own breath as she tried to speak, desperate to find the boy before he did.

“Declan….” She cried out.

Instead of his perfect blue eyes popping up from behind the couch, Ian’s hand wrapped around her throat, forcing her face up to his.

“He is my son.” He spat, “and nothing, not even you, will keep me from him.”

“Please!”

“Em!” A voice rang out, a hand closed around her shoulder and she could see it, the bodyless limb in her nightmare as she continued to sob. She felt like she was going to throw up, “Emily!” It repeated, this time louder, “hey! Wake up!” Her vision began to spin, blurring as the scene in front of her slowly vanished and suddenly she was jolted into her Parisian bedroom, the nightstand light on, casting a glow though the room and she realized it was your voice that was soothing her. “Hey… I’m here.. it’s okay.” You assured her, watching the way she slowly blinked to life, her chest heaving as her eyes darted around the room and she instantly shot up, shuffling back on the bed as if she was about to be hit.

“I-“ she struggled to find the words, her eyes flicking from each spot of the room that was a little too dark for comfort to the window, making sure it was shut before she felt your hand on hers, your thumb soothing across the back of it.

“You’re okay.” You repeated, “he doesn’t know where you are. You’re safe, I promise.”

She took a moment, calming her heavy breaths, not even bothering to wipe the tears away as she fought against every instinct in her to run out of the room right then. Grounding herself by the warmth of your hand on hers, the weight of your body next to her on the bed, knowing that this was reality, not the scene in her head moments prior. Once you could tell she was back on earth your free hand reached out to the nightstand, flicking through her pill bottles until you found the anti anxiety, twisting it open to hand her one.

“Here.” She took it from you, popping it under her tongue and waiting for it to dissolve. “You’ll feel better in a bit, get some rest.” You began to shift from the bed, knowing how much she hated when you even attempted to coddle her and she let out an uncharacteristic whimper, her hand instantly tightening in yours.

“Wait!” You were halfway standing when you turned back to her, frowning at the tears blurring in her eyes, “stay… please? Just for now.”

“Okay.” You shot her a weak smile, shifting back onto the bed, your heart sinking at the way the tears were still leaking over her cheeks, the way her body would occasionally shake in fear. Whatever tonight’s nightmare had been about was clearly affecting her more than the last one. You adjusted the blankets, making sure they were wrapped around her, and covering you enough you wouldn’t get cold and you were taken aback at the way she nearly collapsed against you, holding onto you as if you were the only thing keeping her from slipping back into another nightmare. “Hey…” you squeezed at her softly, “talk to me… please.”

“Thought you weren’t a shrink.” She bit back and you let out a huff.

“I know the basics, and you need to talk. You need someone right now and I’m the one that’s here, so let me be what you need, even if you hate it.” You felt the vibration of her grumble against you, your free hand soothing up and down her back, “wanna maybe start with who Declan is?”

Emily tensed in your arms, unaware that you’d heard that much, wondering just how much she was willing to share tonight before she let out a shuddering breath, “Doyle’s son.”

“Just… his…?” You asked cautiously and she let out another wavery huff.

“Yes.” Her hand reached up to wipe away a stray tear, “my job was to seduce him, but I mean, I was careful. I even slept with him and I don’t do that.”

“Well even I know sleeping with an international terrorist isn’t likely a good idea.” You muttered back.

“I meant men.” She replied and you almost stiffened beside her.

“Oh…”

Silence filled the room once again as she continued to try to calm her thudding heart, the medicine you’d given her slowly coursing through her veins.

“My job was to keep Declan safe, even afterwards. That’s why I moved to D.C, not because of the BAU, but because it was close to him. I thought I was safe for so long after Doyle was arrested, that things were fine, that he’d never find us again but I was wrong. If he managed to break out of prison, find me and completely destroy me… again… what’s stopping him now?” She took a shuddering breath and your arms tightened around her.

“He thinks you’re dead.” You whispered softly, “even if he hacks into Boston hospital records, that’s what he’ll find.”

“I just want to feel safe.” She sniffled again and you held back the instinct to wipe the new tear away, not wanting to end this chapter of her feeling comfortable talking to you, feeling vulnerable with you. “I knew he wanted to kill me, that he wanted me dead and I had the upper hand and didn’t take it. I died. I actually died in the ambulance and all I felt was… cold.. and darkness… that can’t be it.” Her hand clutched at your shirt again, “that can’t be the end…”

“It wasn’t.” You assured her softy, your hand slowly rubbing up and down her back, “and it won’t be. You deserve so much more than that, okay?”

“I just want to forget him.”

“I know.”

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Am I pulling another all nighter finishing your masterpieces of stories :) Yes I am :D

🥲Poor Emily she needs a hug. At least they're somewhat getting along I hope Emily can eventually confess and open up a bit more :)

Solace in Solitude Ch 6

warnings: language, usual anxiety, minor medical stuff, minor ptsd/hurt that goes with this story and the usual sass/arguing. again, apologies for the length between chapters and there is a chance it'll be another month before the next one, things are calming down at work but i do really want to make sure that this story is written as well as it can be. stay tuned for more one shots in the meantime!

The apartment was quiet, almost too quiet and honestly, it almost always was. Despite sharing the space with Emily over the past two weeks you felt like you’d only seen her once since discharging her. You were sure part of that was thanks to giving her the bedroom with the ensuite, the greedy part of you had wanted to take it as your own, but the doctor in you knew that it would make things a hell of a lot easier for her recovery journey. You went about your regular routine, tv on low for the morning news as you ate a quiet breakfast, made sure you had your things and spent the majority of the day at the hospital. A workout either on the way home, or a run after you’d dropped your things off, dinner on the balcony while you watched the city nightlife come alive. At first you were wrapping up cases, discharging the last of the patients you’d been lead on and helping out wherever you could. It was unclear at this point if you were to remain on hospital staff or not with your VIP patient discharged, but you figured giving her space and leaving the house empty as long as possible was probably a good idea.

You began to wonder if this was your prime time to explore the city, to adventure outside of it, maybe see more of France, Europe as a whole. The responsibility that had been tying you to the hospital was lessened, as long as she stuck with her PT and kept up with instructions of aftercare, she should be fine. You were on the balcony flipping through a travel magazine daydreaming about a trip down to Bordeaux when the coffee machine beeped loudly and your brow furrowed, it was eight p.m. You let out a soft sigh when you heard her door open followed by the sound of emptying the coffee pot before disappearing back into her room and you tossed the magazine to the side. She was never going to be the perfect patient and if you didn’t stick around to babysit, there was no way she was going to heal properly. You were completely unsurprised when you were tidying up the kitchen later and found the decaf still sealed, the regular bag nearly empty.

Yeah, you were stuck here for the foreseeable future.

The first couple of nights at the apartment Emily was still on such a cocktail of drugs that she slept pretty soundly. The room was darker, the bed comfier, there was no constant intrusion of nurses throughout the night, no annoying beeping of machines, codes from down the hall waking her up in a panic. She was just starting to feel the closest she could get to normal again, starting to feel actually human.

She found a note on the kitchen counter one day, reminding her about her scheduled PT appointments and that you had arraigned a car service to pick her up and bring her back as to not tire her out too quickly. Rolling her eyes she wanted to crumple it up and never see it again but she knew she had to get better, peeling it off the counter to stick to the calendar in her room. The PT wasn’t the part that was irking her, it was the ‘Valerie’ scrawled across the top of the note that made her gut churn, she may have been becoming human again but she was still entirely unsure of who she really was, or who she was supposed to be.

Every so often she would catch a glimpse of you in the hospital hallways on her way in or out of an appointment, it was almost strange to her, seeing you working in a different environment than before. You seemed to always be on the move or so deep into research you had no idea what was going on in the room around you and she was honestly thankful you never saw her or mentioned anything more about PT. Her doctor made the call to wean her off the rest of her pain meds which she was fine with, it meant she was moving in the right direction, that she was healing properly. The downside of it being that she was now in actual pain, her body aching, especially on days she had appointments, she’d lay in bed at night unable to get comfortable leaving her utterly exhausted the next morning. After checking the label she figured she could be taking a full pill of the sleeping pills instead of half, hoping that would knock her out enough to not feel any pain anymore.

That worked for approximately two and a half nights until she was plagued with another terrifyingly vivid nightmare, one that she couldn’t seem to break out of until hours later when the sun poured in through the open blinds. She woke up drenched in sweat, her heart rate through the roof as her body fought with its fight or flight response, managing to keep half control of herself until she heard the front door click shut locked when you left for work. Her muffled deep breaths broke out into sobs, tears streaming down her cheeks until she’d fully cried herself out with barely enough strength left to drag herself into the bath. Back on the lower dosage she was stuck with minor pain and weird, terrible dreams, whatever had been working before wasn’t working any longer and she didn’t want to mess around with any new drugs.

That was when she decided to stop sleeping at night.

Every time she napped during the day she had no issues at all, curled up like a cozy cat in a stream of sunlight she felt safe. She knew if she jerked awake she could at least instantly see her surroundings, there was no fumbling around in the dark while she tried to figure out if she was in danger or not. Her nights could be spent double checking that you’d locked the door, that the alarm was actually set before she ate a little bit of food, loaded up on coffee and staying in her room with the light on, thankful for the endless hours of streaming services available.

Hence the eight p.m. coffee.

You had no idea that she had made a one eighty with her sleep schedule, continuing about your life as normal as you could. At the start you had been worried about her not eating, but food would slowly disappear out of the fridge and pantry. You usually made larger portions of what you were making yourself, tucking some containers into the side of the fridge you had decided was hers, noticing when they turned up in the sink empty. She was eating, she was eating healthy meals and going to her PT and follow up appointments, you weren’t going to push the coffee thing. This was your new life; you’d adjust to it eventually.

A summer day rudely interrupted with thunderstorms got you stuck at the hospital a little later than usual, and lead to you skipping your workout. The last thing you wanted was to look like a drowned rat at the end of your run, so back to home it was. What surprised you when you unlocked the door to the apartment was the sound of someone in the kitchen,

“Oh, Valerie, hey.” You greeted, doing your best not to awkwardly stop and gape at the sight of her out of her room for once. She tensed at your greeting, her jaw clenching slightly as she flicked off the burner and began to plate up her food.

“Hey.” She replied, “sorry, I’ll be outta your way in a sec.”

“You know it’s fine to eat out here, you’re allowed to exist outside of your room.”

“It’s fine.” She sighed, “I don’t mind. You just finished work, I’m sure you’d prefer quiet.”

“Val, c’mon, you eating at the dining table doesn’t mean hours of conversation, it’s okay.” You half laughed, stepping around the island.

“Would you stop that!” Her body tensed again and the mug she’d grabbed from the cupboard landed on the counter a little too aggressively.

“What?” You asked quietly, watching for a moment as she took a heavy breath, her reply quiet but curt.

“That’s not my fucking name.”

“It’s the name I was told to call you.” You offered with a shrug and she groaned, “isn’t this about keeping you safe?”

“When we’re out!” She snapped back and it was your turn to roll your eyes.

“It’s not exactly like you leave the house.”

“Exactly!” She finally turned around to you, fire in her eyes but something else hidden behind it “so you could at least drop the act when you’re here, when it’s just us. Please.” Her voice nearly cracked, “just call me Emily.”

“Okay.” You held up your hands in defeat, letting out a small sigh as you leant against the island.

“Thank you.” She replied through gritted teeth, turning back to the counter to pour out a hefty mug of coffee, more than well aware that your eyes were on her. “It’s decaf.” She lied and you snorted.

“The decaf hasn’t been touched. I may not be an FBI agent but I’m not stupid.”

“Would you just spare me the caffeine lecture?”

“It’s not just that.” You replied, eying her plate, the eggs and toast were fine, but bacon and sausage, along with a bag of sugary pastries you hadn’t bought were not ideal. “All that combined together isn’t going to help you. How many times do I have to tell you, you have to limit this. You don’t have a spleen.”

“And whose fault is that?” She snapped, shooting daggers at you before she managed to pick up everything she needed.

“It was that or let you die on the table.” You snipped back as she bolted toward her room.

“Sometimes I wish you’d just let that happen….” She kicked the door, slamming it shut behind her, not missing the frustrated groan you let out in reply.

She didn’t want to admit how much it was fucking her up, how much it was dragging her back down into a pit of despair and trying to figure out if she could ever be the woman she was before. All these covers, these acts, different personas were starting to mesh in her brain, there were memories she wasn’t sure if they were hers or Lauren’s. Stories she’d told while undercover that she was starting to forget if it was something that actually happened to her or something that she knew would get Ian wrapped around her finger faster. Just an hour ago she’d woken up from a nightmare of looking down the barrel of gun before killing whoever was coming after her and she wasn’t sure if she was imagining it, if it was out in the field with the BAU or something she likely shouldn’t have done for Ian. She’d spent years trying to erase Lauren from her psyche, now it was getting all dragged back up again and she hated it.

Most of all she didn’t want to erase Emily.

You spent the weekend with Emily’s parting words replaying through your head, wondering just how much she had actually meant them. You’d seen it before, in patients who survived through a life and death situation while their loved one didn’t, taking the blame, wishing it was them, survivors guilt eating them alive. You knew that in this case it was something similar, but also something different, Emily was no longer living the life she had been before, she was in hiding and likely living in fear. You made a mental note to try and keep an eye on her, and for some higher power to grant you all the patience in the world to be as gentle and forgiving towards her when she no doubt would snap again. While the two of you weren’t exactly getting along, there was a chance she didn’t necessarily hate you, it was everything you represented, the idea of you, what you had done to her, even if it had saved her life.

When they said that sometimes dying was the easier option, they really hadn’t been kidding.

Emily couldn’t sleep. Even with the sun streaming in through the curtains and the fact that she’d managed to successfully reroute her sleep schedule, at least this time she knew exactly why. Today was JJ’s birthday, a day she was meant to be back in Washington celebrating with her best friend and she couldn’t even so much as call her. By mid afternoon she was still tossing and turning, unable to stop her brain from racing so she figured she may as well just get up and start her ‘day’ now. Heading into the bathroom she brushed her teeth, grimacing at the state of her hair when she caught her reflection, she’d been relying on dry shampoo since being discharged and that tactic was holding on by a thread now.

Figuring that was a problem for later she pulled on a hoodie and wandered out into the kitchen, starting the coffee pot before staring into the fridge for something to eat. She fiddled with a few of the containers, finding one that must have been from that morning with a breakfast burrito inside it she decided that was doable and popped it into the air fryer.

“I may have over salted that, sorry.” Your voice broke through her sleepy routine and she jumped, her heart hammering in her chest as she spun around to face the living room, finding you on the couch, a few textbooks spread out around you, ear buds in your ears. You hadn’t even glanced up from what you were doing when you spoke, knowing she’d rather you kept to yourself.

“What are you doing here?”

“I live here…” This time you did glance up at her, raising a brow in her direction as you pulled out a bud.

“It’s the middle of the day. On a Thursday!” She exclaimed, her heart starting to calm, “did you change you schedule?”

“No.” You shrugged, “they just don’t really need me and I feel bad taking hours from people who actually work there and need them.”

“You one of those trust fund kids?” She asked and you snorted.

“Definitely not. But the US government does pay me to make sure I don’t run off and leave you all on your own.”

“I don’t need a babysitter.” She grumbled, “couldn’t you be out with friends or something?”

“Don’t exactly have any of those here.” You sighed, turning back to the notebook in front of you, “and you do need some kind of help, believe it or not.”

“Do not.” She muttered under her breath and you shook your head with an annoyed laugh.

“You can’t change the dressing on your back by yourself, and you’re not strong enough to shower alone.”

“I showered fine the other day without you!” She scoffed, a little offended that you’d even say that and suddenly very paranoid that she stunk.

“Yeah?” You glanced back up at her, “when was the last time you had an everything shower?” She thought for a second and then grimaced, not wanting to admit it, and you smiled, “exactly. And it’s not just the shower, I’ve been doing all the heavy lifting, groceries, taking trash out, cleaning, you need me or a maid. And I’m the one with a medical degree.”

“Whatever.” She huffed, turning back to the coffee pot as it beeped, “keep doing what you’re doing, but I’m fine to shower on my own. Besides, I don’t need you seeing me naked.”

You barked out a laugh, “sweetheart… you were naked on my OR table, it wouldn’t be anything I hadn’t seen before.”

Emily wanted to disappear on the spot, while you were likely right, she didn’t want to think about it like that, and she definitely didn’t appreciate the condescending tone that came along with the pet name. She would accept the help that kept her inside the apartment, made it so she didn’t have to run errands, kept her safer, but the shower was crossing into a territory of vulnerability she never wanted to show.

“I’m fine.” She insisted.

“It’s not like I’m going to get in the shower with you, it’s to help with your hair. I don’t want you blowing a stitch, I’m not fond of doing sutures outside a hospital.”

“I said I’m fine.” She let out a sigh of relief when the air fryer beeped.

“Really? So you just prefer the dry shampoo rats nest look you’ve got going on? The low pony tails every day your go to style? Not because you can’t reach your hand above your head without being in pain?” With a breath you dropped your pen onto your lap, “there’s a detachable showerhead in your bathroom, we can do your hair first and you can be fully clothed then I’ll leave you to shower on your own.”

Her eyes darted your way while she dumped the burrito onto a plate, “well since you’re bumming around here doing nothing else I guess I’ll take advantage of that after breakfast.”

“So glad my medical degree will be put hard to work.”

Had she not been so thrown off by you being home, or grumpy over the circumstances she might even have laughed at that before taking a bite of the burrito, wincing as she swallowed it down, “you weren’t kidding when you said you oversalted this.”

A water droplet hit your foot and you looked up from your book, Emily was tightly wrapped in a robe, shifting on her feet in front of you with a pained expression on her face.

“You’re dripping.” You pointed out dryly and she scowled at you, mumbling something unintelligible at you. “You’re gonna have to speak up.” You chuckled, prodding at her leg with your foot, “just admit I was right and stop leaving puddles around the apartment.”

She glared at you again, her hair continuing to soak her shoulders, “can those magically skilled surgeon hands of yours braid, or just sew painful sutures?”

You let out a small laugh, “yeah I can braid, there’s a comb and a hair serum in my bathroom.”

You gestured and Emily hesitated briefly before disappearing to grab them, taking a minute as she was unsure of where to look, not wanting to snoop through your personal items. She finally returned to you, handing you the items and you put your book aside, shifting to the edge of the couch.

“Sit.” You gestured to the floor in front of you and with an annoyed sigh, Emily did as you asked, holding the robe tighter to her in an attempt to keep some of her modesty. Your fingers started slowly and gently threading into her locks, shaking them out gently to make sure you weren’t about to rip her hair out of her scalp. “Hmm..”

“What?”

“I should’ve made you do this earlier, or done it with the conditioner still in, it’s pretty knotted. I’ll do my best not to pull too hard.”

“I’m fine.” She replied, it was curt, but said with a tired sigh. If she was completely honest, she was getting tired of repeating the same mantra, even if it was just to herself.

You didn’t reply, standing from the couch and stepping around her, darting to the bathroom to grab a few more things that would help. You settled behind her once again, gently nudging at her shoulders to move backward and settle between your legs so you could get the best angle. Starting with a detangler spray you worked through her hair, making sure all the bigger knots were out, gentle easing them from her hair with your fingers first before the comb. She surprised herself when she only winced a couple of times, you were incredibly gentle and careful with the task at hand.

“I take it this isn’t your first time doing this.” She muttered and you laughed.

“Nope. Mom had no sense of patience; she’d yank at your hair until it was done. I suffered through it, but my little sister used to scream bloody murder so I started doing it for her instead. She fully believes no mom is actually good at detangling hair, that it’s all an act.” You chuckled, “can you prover her wrong?”

“Uh..” Emily wavered, “my mother wasn’t exactly maternal. Spent more time working than parenting, and work kept her busy, it felt like we never stayed in one place long enough to find a good enough nanny.”

“Army brat?” You asked, smoothing serum over the ends of her hair.

“Ambassador.” She admitted with a small sigh.

“And you asked if I was the fancy pants.” You teased, she let out a mildly offended scoff but before she could reply you were talking again, “one braid or two?”

“Probably two?” –

“Two would hold a nicer wave.”

You both laughed softly before you took the end of the comb parting her hair down the middle, “looks like there’s finally something we can agree on.”

It was with ease that your fingers slid through her hair, keeping sections where they needed to be, tightening the braid when you knew it was about to be too loose but making sure not to pull hard enough to hurt her scalp. You wrapped an elastic around the end of the first one, smoothing it out, fixing a few pieces before moving on to the other side of her head.

“How many places was she stationed?” You asked softly as you began the second braid.

“A handful.” She replied, “spent a good chunk of my childhood in the Middle East.”

“Can you get by on English over there?”

“Not exactly.” She chuckled lightly, “my Arabic’s not as good as it used to be, but I guess I’m still considered fluent.”

“Trilingual? Impressive.”

“Add in Spanish, Italian and some Russian and I think it’s more than tri.”

“Jesus.” You laughed, “here I was thinking I was smart for knowing two languages.”

“I mean…. You did graduate med school.” She offered and you laughed.

“A compliment? Now that is something I never thought I’d hear.” You wrapped an elastic around the second braid, nudging at her shoulders as you sunk back into the couch. “You’re all done.”

With a small groan, Emily pushed herself up from the floor, trying to ignore the cracking of her knee as she did so before turning to you, gesturing to the items on the coffee table, “you want me to put those back?”

“Nah, I’ll do it later, I was gonna shower before bed.”

“Okay.” She fiddled with the tie on her robe, looking anywhere but you for a moment before she finally caught your gaze again, “thank you…”

“You’re welcome.”

You knew you could have replied with something about how that’s what you were there to do, how you were literally brought to France to help her out, but neither of you were biting the other’s head off right now and you didn’t want to risk it. Instead you simply shot her a small smile, shifting on the couch as you got comfortable.

“Can I ask you something?” You looked up at her, figuring you were on a good slate right now.

“Sure.”

“You’re up now, and.. I hear you around the apartment sometimes at night. Are you sleeping? Are the pills not working?”

“Uh.. they uh, weaned me off the pills.” It was only half a lie, “kept having bad nightmares. And I sleep better during the day,” she shrugged it off, “just.. couldn’t manage to fall back asleep today is all.”

“Okay.” You surveyed her for a minute before you picked your book back up, “I was thinking of ordering a pizza for dinner, you want in?”

“Am I allowed?” She asked with a near tease.

“Consider it a special occasion.”

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Poor Emily she is struggling so much😟 Our poor girls still struggling to get along 😅

I hope that glass of wine wont have consequences since she is still drinking meds 😨

Solace in Solitude Ch 5

Emily Prentiss x reader enemies to lovers warnings: language, medical talk (some of which is not accurate, don't at me), minor hurt/anxiety, y'all know the drill already. My deepest apologies for how long this update took. Life really took over, ya know? I hope it won't be that long before the next one! Don't wanna miss an update? Sign up for the taglist here! Like what you read? Interact, Tip your writer!🩵

Emily wasn’t sure if it was anxiety or excitement coursing through her veins but she was practically buzzing from the moment the first nurse of the day left her room. The reason for the buzzing of course, was that all that stood between her and getting discharged was your signature. One little scribble on the bottom of a piece of paper and she would be out of this godforsaken hospital room for good, back out in the real world with fresh air, proper food and she could only pray, an actual coffee. She felt a bit like a child on the very last day of school, where you were stuck watching the clock tick each second by while you stared out the window watching the sunny day go by, aching to be running through the field rather than trapped in class, even if all you were doing was watching a movie. She was ready to rip out her IV and wander through the streets of Paris and at least attempt to enjoy this forced vacation.

The issue being that you normally swung by earlier in the day, checking on her and making sure everything was good before you started your rounds on other patients, took in other traumas and dove into surgeries. Emily reluctantly sat through a morning of near silence, no one coming or going from her room while she played scrabble on her tablet before lunch was served. She made sure to eat every ounce of it, on the off chance this was some kind of test, before she spent the afternoon switching between napping and catching up on the most recent season of The Bachelor that seemed to have her enamoured. She swore the sun was almost setting in the skyline by the time you finally rounded the corner into her room, this time you were in cozy clothes instead of scrubs, a small smile on your face.

“Sorry. Things got a little crazy today, how are you?” You asked, sweeping through the room to glance through her chart.

“Aching to get out of here.” She replied with a soft sigh and you chuckled.

“Well… everything looks good.” You flicked the chart closed, moving to the table, “I’ll sign off on these, file them, take your IV out and we can finally be on our way.”

“Are you serious?” Her face lit up and you were pretty sure it was the first time you’d actually seen her smile, “like, you’re not fucking with me?”

“Why would I fuck with you?” You barked a laugh, “I know this is what you’ve been waiting for, I wouldn’t dare tease.”

“No last minute tests or scans?”

“Nope.” You smiled, “everything yesterday checked out perfectly. You’re doing good in PT, incisions all healed, ribs back to normal and in the places they should be. You,” you picked up one of the newer clipboards from the base of the bed, scrawling your name across a handful of dotted lines, “are free to go.” You pulled off the pages of discharge papers that were her copies, handing them to her, “there’s some after care instructions and a few other things in there you’ll need to read over.” Moving through the room you gloved up, swiftly taking out her IV, un-attaching her from the rest of the machines, “alright. I’m gonna go file these and punch out, give you time to make sure you’ve got everything.”

“Thanks.” Emily flashed you a bright smile as you collected all the paperwork you needed and disappeared from the room.

She let out a huge breath of relief, shifting from the bed as her eyes carefully glanced around the room to make sure she hadn’t missed packing anything up, not that she had much to begin with but she still wanted to double check. She had just tucked her phone charger into her bag when you popped back through the doorway, your bag tossed over your shoulder this time.

“Ready?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” She replied, cautiously picking up the small duffle, only wincing slightly when she got it over her shoulder.

“It’s not far.” You commented, digging through your bag until you found the spare metro card, passing it off to her, “that’s for the rest of the month.” You seamlessly switched to French as you exited the hospital doors in an attempt to blend in “have you been to Paris before?”

“Yeah.” She replied, pausing for a moment as you nodded toward your right in the direction of the metro, “lived here for a bit growing up.”

“Well, at least you won’t be utterly lost then.”

Conversation fell quieter as you ducked into the station, not only could Emily tell that you’d had a long day she was catching the vibe that you’d had a long week and were very much looking forward to getting home after you’d finished chaperoning her. On top of that, this was her first time out in civilization in months, she was a little on edge, a little rusty in her profiler ways as she discreetly listened to conversations around the two of you, eyes carefully darting around making sure your surroundings were safe and Ian wasn’t magically on the same train platform. You seemed to sense this, discreetly giving her wrist a gentle pinch when your train showed up so it wouldn’t look like you were fully giving her directions, guiding her to a seat at the back of the car where her back could be to the wall and she could keep an eye on things. You still weren’t sure on specifics but you knew she’d been a little freaked out about leaving the safety of the hospital, that this could be overwhelming for anyone getting discharged after that length of time much less someone who was living a fake life currently in order to survive.

A few stops later, you gently nudged at her good side and she followed you out of the car, taking note of what station it was and which exit you took that was closest to your destination. You nodded toward a little market, asking if she wanted to grab a couple of things on her way home and she agreed, silently slipping through the aisles until she’d found enough to last through a couple of days and met back with you at the counter. She felt awkward when you passed off cash to the shop owner, realizing she didn’t have any and you muttered an apology to her as you left the shop, saying you’d left her bank and credit cards in the apartment with her passports and stuff, not wanting to lose them. You took the bag from her so she wasn’t carrying too heavy of a load as you walked up another block and a half and you directed her to an apartment building, using the fob to get through the front door and into the elevator where you scanned it again to make it move.

“Extra security is nice.” Emily mumbled, letting out a breath as she relaxed into the back wall, “and I appreciate the escort, but you really didn’t need to come up with me.”

“I didn’t want you to struggle with two bags.” You retorted and she let out a little laugh, interrupting when you tried to continue your stream of thought.

“Am I not trusted with the key?”

“No, you’ve got your own.” You dug through your bag again, pulling the second chain from it to pass over to her.

“My… own?” She stalled slightly as the elevator doors slid open, glancing between the key in your hand and the one in hers. She watched as you stepped a few feet down the hallway and slid your key into the lock, “do you have a key to my apartment?”

“Seriously?” You raised a brow to her, pushing the door open before silencing the alarm as she scurried out of the elevator and to your side, “they spent seventeen thousand on your funeral, another six hundred and forty two thousand on your medical bills and that doesn’t even cover your ongoing PT. You’re lucky they gave us a two bedroom.”

“What.” Her voice hardened slightly as she stepped into the doorway of the apartment, her lips forming into a tight frown.

“Between their allocated budget and your level of ongoing care it was the best option.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

She stepped into the space, letting the door swing shut behind her and after a brief second thought, she turned to quickly make sure it was locked. The apartment wasn’t small, but it wasn’t giant either, a small entry space filled with a rug, coat and shoe racks and a small table that you tossed your keys and work bag down onto as you kicked off your shoes. A foot or so down on the left was a small kitchen, enough space for most standard appliances and counterspace that curved into a breakfast bar opening up into the living room. The space was tidy, clean, dishes sitting in the drying rack that she could only assume were from that morning, a few blankets tossed over the back of the couch and one of the larger chairs, a few books, some of which looked like medical text books on the coffee table along with a vase of flowers. Off to the right were three doors, each open and it was safe to assume two were bedrooms and the one in between was a bathroom.

“Laundry’s in the basement.” You commented, pulling her out of her trance as you crossed to the kitchen to put the food away in the appropriate places, “the card for it’s with your bank and ID’s on the bedside table.” You gestured towards the room closer to the door and she was safe to assume that meant it was hers, “some extra clothes and things in the closet. Make yourself at home.”

“Yeah.” Her tone was terse, letting out a huff as she kicked her shoes off and disappeared into her room to dump her bag on the bed, looking around the space.

“I’m gonna run down to the gym, you have my number if you want me to pick anything up on the way back.” You called to her as you wandered into your room, pulling your hair up into a ponytail as you grabbed a couple of things.

“Yeah, whatever.”

Her reply was barely audible through the apartment though the slamming of her bedroom door certainly was. It caught you off guard, jumping slightly at the sound before you glanced in the direction of her room through the wall. You hadn’t really thought sharing a space would piss her off like that, hell, after the way she’d been acting through the week you were back at the point that you thought the two of you might actually end up being friends. Rolling your eyes you let out a small sigh, scooping up your keys and grabbing a water bottle from the fridge before you stepped through the door, making sure it was locked behind you.

In her room Emily dropped down on the edge of the bed, her head burying in her hands as she let out a heavy breath. She’d been in such high sprits all day that she was finally going to be free, that she was going to be able to live her life again, be herself again. She’d nearly forgotten why she was in Paris in the first place, that just because step two was done and she was out of the hospital did not mean that things were going back to normal. She still wasn’t able to go home, wasn’t able to call any of her old friends and still had to be alert whenever she was out. Because she wasn’t herself, she was Valerie. And Valerie deserved a fighting change at surviving this mess, even if Emily didn’t.

You came back a couple of hours later to a dark and quiet apartment. Considering Emily’s reaction to the shared space you figured you’d give her a little bit longer to adjust to the new environment, giving her a chance to explore the space without you in it while you were out. Instead it looked like she had stayed shut away in her room, not a single thing out of place when you returned.

Flicking on a few lights you changed into pyjamas first, tossing your gym clothes into the laundry hamper, you’d opted to shower at the gym already so at least that was checked off your nightly list. Wandering back to the kitchen you pulled a few things from the fridge to whip together an easy chipotle chicken pasta, pouring yourself a hefty glass of wine to go along with it. Crossing through the apartment you set your dinner up on the balcony, wanting to enjoy the spring evening and fresh air outside of the hospital while you ate. On your trip back into the apartment you picked up one of the novels on the coffee table to indulge yourself with, before you glanced up to the closed bedroom door and let out a small sigh. You took a brief break to quickly plate up the second portion of pasta, topping it with fresh parmesan, wrapping it tightly in tinfoil before tossing the pot into the sink to be cleaned later. On your way back to the balcony you gently knocked on the closed door,

“There’s a plate of food on the counter, I know you didn’t eat dinner.” Was all you said before you slipped back to the balcony, sliding the glass door shut behind you. You figured if she had some privacy and her own space she was more likely to come out to at least get the food if not eat it.

You weren’t sure how long you were outside, but the sun was fully set, a chill in the air pulling shivers from you as you finished another chapter. Figuring that was the signal to head back inside you picked up your things, book going back to the coffee table while the dishes came with you into the kitchen. The extra plate of food still sitting exactly where you’d left it. You sighed softly, sliding it to the side so you could do your dishes, putting away the ones from that morning in the cupboard. You glanced toward her room, huffing softly before you picked up the plate and stashed it in the fridge, if she wasn’t going to touch it you at least wanted it edible tomorrow so you could eat leftovers.

Emily had fallen asleep not long after you’d knocked on her door, truthfully, she was pretty exhausted. If the sheer annoyance and frustration hadn’t kept her riled up when you were at the gym she knew she would’ve fallen asleep then. She was still recovering after all and even a short journey through the city was more than enough to wipe her out. She’d drifted in and out through the silence and the sound of you doing dishes, listening as you putzed around the apartment a bit before your bedroom door finally clicked shut. She could feel the pit in her stomach beginning to ache and knew she would need to eat something before attempting to get some sleep but she didn’t dare leave her room until long after she’d heard you flick your bedroom light off and get into bed.

Only once the apartment was in complete silence did she finally, silently, slip from under the covers of her bed, pulling JJ’s sweater tighter around her as she snuck around the apartment. With you off in dreamland she finally let herself look around the space properly, it was decorated nicely, although she was sure some of that wasn’t you. This was likely some federal apartment, and Interpol one, maybe even a Doctors without Borders one, that was even more likely knowing her trail had to be covered. But there were still touches she knew had to be you, more personal items that you would’ve picked up over the last couple of months, the blanket over the back of the couch looked particular inviting, fuzzy but not in the overstimulating itchy way, dotted with constellations and she was sure that was yours. She liked the flowers on the table, the idea that you liked to fill your space with something alive, colourful and considering the shape of them you changed them out every couple of weeks, she’d noticed an array of flowers at the market you’d stopped at earlier. Above the tv there were some photo frames scattered on the wall, a few of you with a girl a few years younger who looked an awful lot like you, considering they all looked like travel pictures she figured that was your sister. Another frame looked like a family photo, an older brother from what she could tell from resemblance, who had a couple of kids, your sister and your parents. The third was from a graduation, judging by your age she figured when you finished medical school, the same friends copying over into a couple of other photos, one where it looked like you were a bridesmaid. Little pieces of home you’d brought with you in an attempt to ground yourself and not forget who you were, things that she didn’t have on this particular journey.

Her stomach growled and she let out a sigh, thankful it had distracted her before she could spiral down the hole of not having any pieces of her old life here. She quietly wandered back to the kitchen, not even daring to flick the light on, using the fridge and stove lamp as her resources as she found the plate of food wrapped in the fridge. Her hand rested on the counter as she pulled it out, hitting a patch of condensation where it must have been sitting warm, waiting for her earlier and her head tilted in realization. Directly beside the spot was a three quarter full bottle of wine, an empty, clean wine glass, as if you’d left that out for her along with the food originally. Her eyes darted to the drying rack, a water spotted glass sat there, you’d clearly already had yours. Popping the plate into the microwave she thought for a moment, the only meds she was still on were the sleeping ones and anxiety ones, both you’d mentioned no heavy drinking on, but she was sure one glass wouldn’t hurt. Hell, it would probably knock her the fuck out with the meds and that truly was what she needed if she was gonna get any sleep in a new environment.

She managed to catch the microwave before it beeped, glancing up toward your room and listening for a moment before she pulled open a drawer in search of cutlery. Unbeknownst to her, she actually copied your routine, taking the food and wine out to the balcony to enjoy. She couldn’t help but want to feel the breeze on her face, breathe the fresh air, the coolness of it helping calm her racing heart, help ease her anxiety while she ate. She felt bad leaving the glass and plate in the sink but by the time she was finished her wine her eyelids were drooping so heavily she knew she wasn’t going to make it much longer, enough energy to make sure all the doors and windows were locked before collapsing into her bed.

Emily tugged the blankets tighter around her, letting out a little shiver as she curled around herself. She inhaled heavily, frowning when the scent of detergent was overpowering, only a flicker of JJ’s perfume remained on the sweater. It had stood out so strongly against the chemical smells in the hospital it had been her go to calming mechanism, a memory of home lulling her to sleep. Now so much time had passed it was nearly gone and she knew she would need to wash the thing soon, then it would be gone forever. Her body sunk heavily into the bed, at least this one was more comfortable than her last, letting out a breath a tear rolled over her cheek as she nestled deeper into the pillows. It was only a moment later she was asleep, hoping that her dreams would distract her, that maybe she’d wake up in a different situation, that maybe all of this had been a nightmare of its own.

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