Don't Tempt Me (Don't Blame Me, Chapter 2)

Emily: I want to be a caterpillar.

JJ: Explain?

Emily: Eat a lot, sleep for a while. Wake up beautiful.

JJ: You know that they have a lifespan of like two weeks right?

Emily: That's another highlight.

JJ: Emily NO-

Derek: You need a hobby.

Emily: I have a hobby.

Derek: Creating fake scenarios in your head of you and JJ isn't a hobby.

Emily: You're right. It's a profession and I excel at my job.

Emily: Calling me a "People Pleaser" is so misleading. Absolutely nothing I have done in my life has ever pleased anyone.

How You Get the Girl (Emily Prentiss x Reader)

"And that's how it works. That's how you got the girl"

Summary: In which Derek and Hotch give you advice for your first date with Emily.

Warnings: None

YOU STUDIED the chessboard in front of you, happily occupying your thoughts with the number of moves it would take to checkmate Gideon rather than your most recent case. If you played it right you would be able to take him down in five moves.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I have something for you." Gideon said, pulling your attention away from the board as he handed you a small, wrapped gift. "Forgot to give it to you at the party." He added as you took it from him.

"But you don't give birthday presents." You said as you looked down at the box and then back at him with a soft smile. He just nodded and gestured for you to open the gift, so you did.

You pulled the ribbon off and ripped the gift wrap before opening the box. When you looked inside you saw a sheet of paper with reservations to the nicest French restaurant in DC.

"Wow. Thank you." You smiled as you looked up at him. It was not what you were expecting but you were excited nonetheless.

"You're gonna love it," Gideon said with a rare smile.

"We are. You're coming with me right?" You asked.

"No. I hear someone else on the plane is a huge French food connoisseur." He answered.

"Who?" You questioned quietly.

"The only person that willingly watches those cheesy romance movies with you." He said with a chuckle which caused your eyes to widen. "Emily?" You questioned nervously as your fingers began to tap on the box.

It was no secret to anyone that you admired the brunette.

You were often caught staring at her which resulted in endless teasing from everyone else. The only problem was that you didn't know how Emily felt about you. Sure, she was flirty with you and very protective, but that was the case with everyone else. So it was safe to say you were in the dark about what the brunette felt for you.

"She spent the summers up there with her grandfather," Gideon said calmly, which was the complete opposite of what you were feeling at the moment, "Wh-what should I say?" You asked anxiously as your eyes darted from Gideon over to Emily, who was sitting in the window seat absorbed in her book.

When you looked back he just raised his eyebrows. You sighed, knowing that he wasn't going to help you. Gideon then gave you a small, encouraging nod, so you took a deep breath before standing up and walking towards Emily.

As soon as you sat down in the seat across from her, Emily looked up and closed her book, "Hey birthday girl," She said with a big smile. She had been calling you that even though your birthday was a couple of days ago. But you were in no rush to tell her to stop because, in all honesty, you loved the way her voice sounded when she said it.

"Hey," You said softly, matching her smile. "I- uh- wanted to ask you something.' You said nervously, as you rested your hands and the box on the table.

"Okay," Emily said softly she clasped her hands together on the table and leaned forward with an encouraging smile.

"I have reservations for that French restaurant downtown on Friday night. So, if you aren't busy I was wondering if you wanted to go with me? I mean, no pressure at all if you don't want to go but I just thought it would be nice and-" You rambled trying to avoid eye contact with Emily before the brunette spoke up, "Y/n!" She interrupted, causing your gaze to finally land on her.

"I would love to go with you." She smiled and your eyes lit up excitedly, "Really?!"

"It's a date." She chuckled.

"A date," You repeated, biting the inside of your check to try and hide your elation.

Emily reached across the table to give your hand a small squeeze that sent butterflies through your stomach.

"I'll pick you up at six?" You asked, trying to hide your nerves and surprise at the fact that she said yes.

"Sounds perfect." Emily smiled before removing her hand from yours and reaching for her book again. You couldn't help but bite your bottom lip to keep you from smiling as you turned your attention from Emily to the window. Although, if you had been looking, you would have noticed that Emily was more invested in watching you than the book in front of her.

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It was Friday morning and you were tapping the kitchen counter waiting for your coffee to finish brewing. "There you are, lover girl!" Morgan said with a grin as he walked over to you. "You ready for your date tonight?" He asked, giving you a friendly bump on the shoulder as he stood next to you.

"Uh-huh," You said unconvincingly as you poured the coffee into your mug.

"What do you mean uh-huh? You've been following Prentiss around like a lost puppy for the last year and now you finally have your chance to win her over!" Derek asked raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know, I'm just..." You trailed off as you finished pouring your coffee. "Just what?" Derek asked confused.

"I want Emily to know how I feel about her." You said which only caused Derek to chuckle. "Trust me, she knows, you aren't exactly subtle."

You glared at him before stressing your concern, "But I'm not good at all the 'dating stuff'. I get nervous and don't know what to say," You continued with a sigh as you poured the coffee into your mug.

"Hold up! am I hearing this correctly?" Derek asked with a cheeky grin.

"Hearing what correctly?" You asked confused.

"Are you asking THE Derek Morgan for dating advice?" He said cockily as he pointed to himself dramatically.

"I- what?! No!" You spluttered.

"Ah ah, I think you were babygirl!" Derek said as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder teasingly. You were about to protest when you realized that maybe Derek could help, even if it was by a long shot, probably a very long shot.

"Okay fine," You muttered as you removed his arm from your shoulder, "But if you tell Emily, I swear to god I'll kill you."

"My lips are sealed." He said pretending to zip his lips closed. You rolled your eyes at his theatrics, "Alright, where do we begin?"

"Where do we begin what?" Your boss's voice said from behind you.

"I'm giving Y/l/n dating advice." Derek grinned and you sighed in embarrassment because once again your business was being aired out to the entire team.

"You're taking dating advice from him?" Hotch asked, only furthering the flush on your cheeks. "I- um." You started before Derek cut you off, "Of course she is! Who wouldn't want Derek Morgan's step-by-step guide on 'How You Get The Girl'?" He said cockily.

"Maybe you need to make a guide on How You Keep The Girl," Hotch said as he poured the coffee into his mug.

"Ouch, bossman," Derek said feigning pain while you laughed.

"I could give you some pointers, Y/n," Hotch said and you and Derek both looked at him in surprise.

"What? It's a slow day." Hotch said with a shrug. You knew the files on his desk would say otherwise but the fact that he was willing to help you despite being busy brought a smile to your lips. "Yeah, I would like that."

And that's how you found yourself sitting on Hotch's office couch while he and Derek stood in front of you, giving you pointers from the opposite ends of the spectrum.

"You don't need to rush anything, it'll come organically. Just enjoy yourself and don't put too much pressure on the night." Hotch said.

"Be bold. Women love that." Derek said.

"Just be yourself." Hotch added.

"You have to reel her in, but leave her hanging a little bit at the end so she'll come back on the next date wanting more." Derek said and your brain was starting to spin a little bit.

"Wait, so am I supposed to be bold or be myself? Because those two can't happen at the same time." You questioned.

"Be boldly yourself." Hotch said causing you to furrow your brows, "What does that even mean?"

Before anyone could answer the question you heard a knock on the door before Emily's head peaked through the door. "Hey, I hope I'm not interrupting but I have some casefiles," Emily said to Hotch as she walked in and looked at the three of you slightly confused. You immediately sat up straighter and Derek had to stifle a laugh.

"Hey, Emily." You said nervously. "We were just- um- you know..." You started, already mentally chastising yourself for your lack of words.

"We were just giving Y/l/n some pointers for her firearms requalification next week." Hotch said, easily lying and you let out a sigh of relief for his quick thinking.

"Uh huh." Emily said she put her files on Hotch's desk and immediately walked over to you on the couch. You could feel your heart rate pick up as she stood less than a foot away from you. "You know I could give you some pointers at the range this weekend. I find a hands-on approach usually works best for me." She said with a smile as she reached out to squeeze your shoulder.

"Yeah! I would like that." You said, probably way too quickly as you felt your cheeks go red at the thought of her doing a hands-on approach.

"Great, I'll see you later tonight. I'm excited" She said quietly as she used the hand that was on your shoulder to brush a stray piece of hair out of your face.

"Y-yeah me too." You stuttered which earned a small chuckle from the raven-haired women. She gave your shoulder another small squeeze before heading back to her desk.

"A Hands-on approach, huh? Can I join?" Derek teased, pulling you out of the trance that you were in.

"Shut up," You groaned as you fell back onto the couch, "Now back to the advice please."

Derek began to open his mouth but you held your hand up, "Preferably from the man who has years of marriage under his belt."

"You both wound me." Derek said as he mimed his heart being stabbed.

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You blew out a deep breath as you stood in front of Emily's apartment door. Derek and Hotch's advice felt like they were moving a hundred miles per hour in your head. You tried to push them down as you knocked on the door.

Footsteps gradually got closer to the door before you heard the doorknob turn and were met by Emily's smile. You couldn't help but stare at her as she opened the door completely. "You look beautiful." You murmured as you admired the way her floor-length red dress clung to every curve perfectly. Her hair was curled and sat above her collar bones that were on display.

"And you look gorgeous." She said softly as she closed her door and grabbed onto your arm so you could lead her to the car. You had chosen to wear a suit to dinner, and you had never been more thankful for your intuition that you decided on a red corset underneath your blazer.

The car ride there was peaceful, chatting about work and other random things. That was one of the things you loved about Emily, even though she could turn you into a stuttering mess, she could also put you at ease better than anyone else ever could.

When you got to the restaurant you were shocked by how fancy it was. With your job you rarely had time to go out, especially not to somewhere like this. You both sat down but frowned as you opened the menu. "It's all in French." You stated with a small frown as you looked at words you didn't know the meanings of.

"Well, luckily for you, I'm fluent in French." Emily said with a wink and you decided that you truly never had been luckier.

After you both had ordered and almost lost consciousness at Emily speaking French, she reached over to grab your hand.

"Can I ask you a question?" She said.

"You just did, but you can ask me another one." You said with a teasing smile causing her to roll her eyes playfully.

"What were you doing with Hotch and Morgan, earlier?" She asked intrigued.

"Oh um, I thought we already told to you." You spluttered and the tiny hint of confidence you had two seconds ago was completely gone.

"You're a perfect shot, Y/n. If anything they need pointers from you." She chuckled and you just looked up at her, cheeks red from embarrassment.

"Well, the real reason is slightly humiliating." You muttered

"You could never humiliate yourself to me." Emily said with a small squeeze of her hand.

' I beg to differ' You thought.

You started to think back on Derek and Hotch's words from earlier, 'Be boldly yourself' was what Hotch said and you decided it was now or never.

"I really like you, Emily!" You blurted out and you saw Emily's smile grow so big her dimples were popping out. "Should I be offended that you think liking me is humiliating?" She asked.

"I- Oh my god! No! That's not what I meant-" You rushed out before Emily let out a deep laugh, "I'm kidding. Take a deep breath, honey."

The way the pet name easily fell from her lips almost made you forget what you were even talking about. Eventually, you were pulled back to your senses when you felt Emily gently playing with the rings on your finger.

"Promise me you won't laugh." You said seriously.

"I would promise you whatever you want." She smiled and if hearts could melt, yours would have in that moment.

"Well, Hotch and Derek were kind of giving me dating advice..." You said with a wince and watched as Emily fought off a smile.

"You said you wouldn't laugh!" You practically whined and Emily shook her head.

"I'm not laughing!" She said, "I just happen to find you so adorable I can't help but want to smile."

"You think I'm adorable?" You questioned, hardly believing that Emily could feel the same way you felt about her.

"I think you're a lot of things. And I happen to like all of them." Emily said with a smile so big her nose scrunched a little.

The rest of dinner couldn't have gone better. You couldn't remember the last time you had laughed or smiled this much. By the time you left the restaurant, you were both a little tipsy so you decided to take a walk in the park to sober up a little bit. It was spring time so the flowers were blooming and you two were surprisingly the only people out.

"Say something to me in French." You giggled as you clung to Emily's arm.

"Je n'ai jamais eu autant envie d'embrasser quelqu'un qu'en ce moment". Emily murmured as she looked at you.

"What does that mean?" You asked softly as you gazed up at her.

" I said 'I have never wanted to kiss someone more than I do right now.'" Emily repeated as she stopped walking so she could fully admire your features.

"What's stopping you?" You asked as you glanced down at her plush red lips.

You smiled as she pulled you closer, her soft hands cupping your cheek as your lips met. You could taste the champagne you both had from earlier and the smallest hint of her coconut chapstick as you deepened the kiss. You pulled her in by the waist, trying to get impossibly closer as you both smiled into the kiss. It was passionate, but soft, a kiss that took all of your worries off the weight of your shoulders.

Eventually, you pulled away with a smile on your lips. "You know," You started as you moved your hands from your waist and wrapped them lazily around her neck, "Derek said that I should leave you hanging a little bit so you'll come back on the next date wanting more." You smiled as she pressed a couple of quick kisses to your lip.

"Does this mean there's another date after this?" She asked as she wiped smudged lipstick off your bottom lip.

"Only if you speak French" You giggled as you admired the way her eyes shone in the moonlight.

"C'est un rendez-vous alors" (It's a date then). She said as she placed another kiss on your lips.

"I hope that was a yes." You murmured and Emily smiled, "Of course it was. How could I ever say no to you?"

A Second Date (Don’t Blame Me: Chapter 9)

Emily Prentiss x Reader

Warnings: Typical CM stuff

Words: 4.4k

It was late by the time Emily arrived at her apartment complex. 

She'd been the last to leave, pouring all her attention into digging through the Wood Stalker case files. 

She didn't even realize she'd stayed hours after everyone until the janitor walked into the bullpen and started vacuuming. She took that as her sign to call it a night.

As she waited for the elevator, the bag on her shoulder became heavy. But for the first time in a while, the weight on her shoulders was an object, not a metaphor. The team was finally progressing in the case, closing the steps Y/n had been creating.

The elevator ding pulled Emily from her thoughts as she walked in. It was a quick ride to the fifth floor and an even quicker walk to her door. She pulled her keys from her bag, and as she inserted them into the slot, the door opened before she could even turn it.

Emily's heart dropped, her hand immediately reaching for the gun on her hip. She knew she had locked her door that morning, something she always triple-checked, even after JJ had teased her for it, calling her paranoid. But it was moments like this when she was glad her CIA training still lingered in the back of her head.

She opened her front door as quietly as possible, her gun trained in front of her, before she peered into the apartment. She noted that the hallway lights were off as she stepped in, silently closing the door and placing her bag by the doorway. 

She paused for a moment, attempting to detect any sounds in her apartment, but it was silent, no sound out of the ordinary. So she proceeded to walk through the hallway, staying close to the wall.

The first room she cleared was her small mudroom to the right. No one and nothing was out of place in her living room either. But as she made her way to the kitchen, her nose picked up the scent of... Thai food?

She was quick, with no hesitation or second thoughts as she turned into the kitchen, her gun trained in front of her. Emily practically growled as she realized who was sitting at her kitchen counter.

"Took you long enough. It's rude to keep a lady waiting." Y/n grinned as she turned around on the barstool, her legs crossed over another as she twirled one of Emily's kitchen knives in her hands. 

"Place the weapon on the counter and then put your hands up." Emily glowered as she walked closer to the younger woman, her gun not wavering for a second. 

Y/n rolled her eyes. "Put your gun down first."

"You know I'm not going to do that."

Y/n sighed as she stood up, and Emily's finger immediately went to rest on the gun trigger. "You are so dramatic." Y/n chuckled as she walked around the counter, putting the knife back into the holder. "And besides, if I were going to kill you, I would have done it already." Y/n smiled, feeling nothing but satisfaction at the tense look on Emily's face.

"I'm not going to tell you again. Put your hands up," Emily said, her jaw clenched as she watched Y/n. 

"Why? You wanna cuff me?" Y/n grinned as she leaned against the counter. "I can't say I'm opposed to that," Y/n continued as her eyes raked over Emily. 

Emily scoffed as she quickly made her way to the other side of the counter; only three feet stood between her and Y/n. "You have ten seconds before-"

"Before what? You shoot me?" Y/n chuckled as she walked closer to Emily, the gun now inches away from Y/n's chest. "I mean, I'm not going to stop you. But when you can't find that friend of yours, Rossi is his name, I believe, then don't blame me." Y/n shrugged, staring Emily right in the eye, not even wavering at the gun that could go off any second.

"What?" Emily blinked, thrown off momentarily as she took in Y/n's words.

"His name is Rossi, right?" Y/n frowned as she tapped her chin. "I didn't have time to ask him, the chloroform took him out pretty quick."

Emily glared at the younger woman. Her mind raced as she tried to figure out if Y/n was bluffing or not. It wouldn't be the first time, but just as the last time, not believing her could come at a risk. And Rossi's life was not something she could gamble. "What did you do to Rossi?" Emily gritted her teeth.

"Ah, so I did get his name right! How funny would it have been if I accidentally got the wrong old guy? I mean, you don't have a shortage of those in the FBI," Y/n mused, reveling in how she was getting under Emily's skin.

"What did you do?" Emily asked again as she took a step closer to Y/n. Her gun was less than an inch away from the younger woman's chest. But Y/n didn't waver; if anything, she looked even more amused. "Well, I waited till he made it to the parking lot and then put a rag of chloroform over his mouth. Honestly, I thought he would put up more of a fight, but I was wrong," Y/n recounted, her eyes gleaming as she strung Emily along.

"Then I hauled his old ass into my car and put him somewhere no one would ever find him. So, you can shoot me if you want, but he only has 12 hours left of oxygen before he dies. Your choice, Emily." Y/n smiled.

Emily studied Y/n for a moment. She knew all of this was a game to Y/n. She wasn't naive enough to think she was getting out of this unscathed. But she had options.

On one hand, Emily could easily shoot Y/n and plead that it was self-defense; the younger woman had broken into her apartment, after all. But on the off chance, Y/n wasn't bluffing and Rossi, the man she looked up to like a father, died because of her... Emily would never be able to forgive herself. 

On the other hand, Emily could play along. And hopefully, distract Y/n for long enough to get the upper hand. It was a reach, but she didn't have any other choice, did she?

So Emily clicked the safety on the gun, slowly lowering it with her glare still trained on the younger woman. "What do you want?" She asked as she put her gun back into its holster. 

"Dinner and a conversation. A second date, if you will." Y/n said simply as she took a step closer to Emily. The agent scoffed, ignoring how Y/n's light perfume filled her senses. "A date. You did all of that for a date?"

Y/n shrugged as she reached her hand out, tucking a loose piece of hair behind Emily's ear. Emily quickly caught Y/n's wrist, holding it tight as she moved it away from her face. A faint smile curled on Y/n's lips as she shrugged off Emily's hand before walking over to the fridge.

"Well, I've never planned a date before, so I'm not familiar with standard etiquette," Y/n said as she pulled out numerous containers of Thai food from Baan Siam, Emily's go-to restaurant. 

Emily scoffed again as she watched Y/n walk to the microwave and start heating the food as if this were her apartment. "I think breaking into your date's apartment and kidnapping their friend is kind of a no-brainer of what not to do on a date," Emily said as she leaned on her counter, her arms crossing over her chest. 

"Good to know. I'll plan accordingly for next time." Y/n winked as she grabbed the steaming food from the microwave. 

While Y/n was occupied, Emily debated on whether or not she could discreetly pull out her phone and send some sort of signal to Hotch. But as if reading her mind, Y/n suddenly appeared in front of Emily, steaming containers of food in her hand. "If I even think you've sent some sort of message to your team, I will not hesitate to slice your pretty neck up." Y/n smiled, her calm tone not at all matching her words.

"How do you know I haven't already?" Emily countered easily. 

She genuinely wasn't worried about Y/n killing her. Hurting her? That was another story. But all Emily had done for the past week was dig into the younger woman's past and learn about her triggers and behaviors. She knew Y/n didn't kill women.

And as long as Y/n was entertained and not trapped, she wouldn't kill Emily. 

Y/n chuckled as she walked around the agent. Bringing the food to the kitchen table and pulling out a seat for Emily. "You must be distracted, Agent Prentiss. Because if you didn't already notice, I jammed your phone signal before you walked in."

Oh, well, Emily hadn't noticed that. This was not off to a good start.

"Well, now that we've gotten all the pleasantries out of the way, please take a seat." Y/n smiled as she motioned to the pulled-out chair. "Derek mentioned that Thai food was your favorite."

"I'll make sure to thank him the next time I see him," Emily mumbled under her breath as she took a seat in the chair Y/n had pulled out for her. The younger woman pushed her chair in, apparently very committed to the whole date thing, before taking the seat next to Emily. 

Emily watched as Y/n loaded her plate, not making a move until Y/n took the first bite.

The younger woman rolled her eyes as she realized what the agent was doing. "I didn't poison the food," Y/n said as she took a bite of the Pad Thai. "Again, if I wanted you dead, I would have done it the second you walked through the door. And besides, death by poison is such a boring way to go, you should have higher standards for yourself."

"Thanks for the reassurance," Emily muttered as she put food on her plate. 

There's a silence before the younger woman speaks again, "So, how was your day?"

Emily looks up from her plate of food with a scoff. "Seriously?" 

"Yes, seriously," Y/n said with a smile as she poked at her food.

Emily fought the urge to roll her eyes, knowing that the faster she played along, the faster she'd be out of this situation. "It was long, thanks to you."

Y/n laughed as she looked at Emily. "Me or Gideon? I know his stories can get long-winded."

Emily shouldn't have been surprised that Y/n knew Gideon had been to the BAU today. But she couldn't help but feel caught off guard for a second before managing to mask her reaction, "Well, the only reason Gideon came back was because of you."

"You're not too fond of him, are you?" Y/n said with an eyebrow raised as she studied the agent in front of her. 

"You could say that," Emily shrugged.

"Yet... you're fond of Rossi?" Y/n observed, and Emily hated the way her eyes practically bored through her. "What are you trying to get at?" Emily frowned at the younger woman.

Y/n chuckled as she put more food on her plate. "Nothing. Just probing to see how far Gideon got on his side of the story."

Emily knew it was a baited statement. And she wanted to ignore it; she did. She knew anything Y/n told her had to be taken with a grain of salt. But she also knew that there was undeniable tension between the two older men, something having gone on way before anyone else joined the team. 

"You can ask. I know you're dying too." Y/n smirked, pulling Emily from her thoughts.

"And trust what you'll say over them? Over my dead body." Emily said, even though she wanted to ask, she wasn't about to give the upper hand. And besides, she knew this was Y/n's tactic, to make the team distrust each other and lose sight of the actual goal, apprehending Y/n.

"You're loss, darling. Just know that digging into the past isn't always pretty." Y/n shrugged, and again, Emily fought the urge to roll her eyes at another ominous yet vague statement from the younger woman. "That's rich coming from you."

Y/n just chuckled, and if Emily was trying to get under her skin, it wasn't working. "And not you? I'm sure you have some skeletons in your closet, darling. And wouldn't it be oh-so-fun to dig them up?"

Emily gritted her teeth. Logically, she knew her time at the CIA was classified. And Y/n hadn't shown any Garcia-level hacking abilities. So, she knew the threat was just a blanket statement, but she couldn't help but wonder what she would do if Y/n had that information to hold over her. 

"Geez, you are such a worrier," Y/n chuckled as she noted the stern expression on Emily's face. "No need to fret, I won't dig unless I have to. I prefer things to come naturally."

"You're deluded if you think I would willingly tell you anything about me," Emily said seriously.

"Well then, I guess it's a great day to be a psychopath."

Emily let out a huff. She'd walked right into that one, hadn't she?

"Okay, just tell me what you want," Emily said as she put down her fork. She'd tried to play along, and she lasted a good 5 minutes before wanting to pull her gun out. "You're here for more than just a date."

"And here I thought we were getting somewhere." Y/n sighed dramatically as she leaned back in her chair. "I was bored."

Emily blinked. "What?"

"You and your team have been taking so long-

"It's only been a week!"

"And I've left you two bodies and a gift!" 

Emily shook her head, fighting the urge to rub the headache out of her temples. "I don't understand. You went years without being on anyone's radar. Why are you giving us the chance to catch you?"

Y/n hummed as her fingers tapped on the table. "First of all, I'm not giving you a chance to catch me. Secondly, I have no elaborate scheme or endgame," Y/n said in air quotes, "to explain why I put myself on your team's radar. I simply saw a beautiful woman at a coffee shop and had to have her. Call it the romantic in me."

Emily couldn't even process what she heard as the younger woman winked at her. "The only romance you're capable of is a self-serving one." Emily shook her head. 

"You don't know that."

"Yes, I do. You're not the first psychopath I've encountered, and you won't be the last."

Y/n just smiled as she wet her bottom lip. "What if I want to be the last?" She said as she stood up, watching how Emily's hard eyes never left hers. The younger woman slowly approached Emily, standing a couple of inches away from her as she used her foot to scoot the Agent's chair toward her. 

"You won't," Emily said as she stared up at the other woman. 

"How can you be so sure?" Y/n asked as she knocked Emily's right knee with her own.

"Because you're not as special as you think you are," Emily said, and if she was trying to get a rise out of the Y/n, it was failing by the way Y/n's small turned upward.

"I don't know..." Y/n started as she gracefully draped herself in Emily's lap. Her weight was placed on Emily's right leg as her arm snaked around Emily's neck. The agent unconsciously held her breath as Y/N's hand rested on her lower neck. Emily's hands were clenched by her side as she fought the urge to shove the younger woman off of her. 

"I felt pretty special when you kissed me back in the bar." Y/n smiled, her breath hot against Emily's ear.

Emily refused to show any emotion as she stared straight ahead. She pretended she couldn't feel Y/n playing with the baby hairs on her neck or the way Y/n's lips had grazed her ear.

"When you pinned me against the wall in the bathroom." Y/n continued as her other hand splayed against Emily's torso. 

Emily turned her head, her face now inches away from the younger woman as she looked her dead in the eye, "I was doing my job."

Y/n just chuckled as she leaned closer, the tip of her nose almost brushing Emily's. "Was it part of your job to enjoy it?"

"It's part of my job to make it believable. Don't flatter yourself." Emily shot back, and Y/n just laughed as she brought her hand up from Emily's stomach to rest softly on the older woman's cheek. "You keep telling yourself that."

Emily immediately pulled the younger woman's hand off her cheek. "You can keep telling yourself that this," Emily said as she dug her dull nails into Y/n's palm and moved their hands back and forth, gesturing between them, "Means something. But really, you'll just end up being another tally in the number of people I've put behind bars."

For the first time that night, Y/n was silent. And honestly, the silence was more unsettling than anything the younger woman had said. Emily couldn't tell if Y/n was about to choke the life out of her or break into deranged laughter. 

But instead of doing any of that, the younger woman just sighed with a small pout on her lips, "I see we're still not on the same page."

"You think?!" Emily yelled before she could control her mouth.

"Okay," Y/n nodded as she squeezed Emily's hand softly before untangling it from the older woman's grip. Honestly, Emily hadn't even noticed she was still gripping onto Y/n's hand.

"Okay?" Emily repeated back as Y/n got off of her lap and went to sit back down in her seat. 

"I acknowledge that you want to take things slower," Y/n said with a smile as she leaned back in her chair.

"That is not what I said," Emily said incredulously. 

"And I'm completely fine with taking this at your speed."

"There is no speed at which I would do anything with you," Emily said pointedly.

"They say the first stage is denial," Y/n said as she started to gather the takeout containers on the table. 

"Of grief. Denial is the first stage of grief." Emily corrected as she watched the younger woman flow seamlessly through her kitchen, putting all of the containers back in her fridge. 

"Love...grief... you can't have one without the other," Y/n said as she returned to the table to collect the plates.

When Y/n reached for Emily's plate, the agent quickly stood up, grabbing the younger woman's wrist tightly before she could touch it. "And how would you know? You don't have the emotional capacity to experience either of them, " Emily said in a low voice.

Y/n rolled her eyes, "Says who?"

"The person who has spent the last week digging through your life. The second my team and I are no longer a challenge, you'll get bored and move on. You're textbook, you're not special, and you're not capable of being in a relationship of any kind." Emily answered back easily as she stared at Y/n. She hadn't even realized how close they were until she saw Y/n's eyelashes flutter and a small smile curl on her lips.

"How did you know degradation was my kinda foreplay?" Y/n smirked, and Emily scoffed as she dropped Y/n's wrist and took a step back.

Honestly, Emily was at a loss for what to do. Nothing she said or did seemed to faze Y/n at all. She thought she could find what made the younger woman tick, find a way to throw her off balance. But so far, she'd found nothing, and it was not working to her advantage.

Although... she did have one advantage over the other woman.

Emily quickly reached for her gun, clicking off the safety as she pointed right at Y/n's forehead. The younger woman's smirk turned into an eye roll as she crossed her arms, but made no action to move away. "Dramatic much?"

Emily scoffed as she held the gun steady, "You kidnapped my friend and broke into my apartment because you were bored."

Y/n just shrugged.

"Unless... you didn't kidnap Rossi. And all of this," Emily said as she waved her gun around, "Has been a waste of my time."

"Time spent with me is never a waste." Y/n countered back, but all she was met with was a cold glare from Emily.

Y/n sighed when she realized Emily wasn't going to say anything, "May I reach into my pocket without you blowing my brains out, Agent Prentiss?"

"Depends."

"I'm just grabbing my phone, nothing scandalous. Unless you want it to be," Y/n said smoothly as she reached into her back pocket for her phone. Emily didn't entertain her with a response as she watched the woman unlock her phone and scroll for a bit.

When she turned her phone around, Emily was met with a sight of a video. 

Not a video, as Emily observed closely. It seemed to be live streaming, and in the center of it was none other than an unconscious David Rossi in an unrecognizable, dark room. 

"See? You know, I'm kind of offended that you thought I was lying about kidnapping him." Y/n said as she pocketed her phone once again. 

"Where is he?" Emily gritted out.

"Some place only the two of us know about," Y/n said wistfully, and Emily couldn't get a read on her. 

The 'two of us' she was referring to had to be about Y/n and Rossi.

But Rossi didn't even know Y/n existed until this case... right?

"I can see the cogs turning in your brain, darling." Y/n taunted, "Ask me, I know you want to."

No, Emily was not going to ask her. She was going to get this information out of Rossi first, if there was even anything to know. 

"Tell me where he is," Emily repeated.

"What if I don't want to?" Y/n said with a sly smile.

"Then I'm going to pull this trigger and find him myself."

Y/n chuckled as she took a step closer to the gun, bending down slightly so the gun could rest in the middle of her forehead. "Do it then,"

Emily bit the inside of her cheek. Wow, Y/n really was insane.

"That's what I thought, all talk and no play," Y/n smiled as she stared up at Emily.

"Now, here's what's going to happen," Y/n said as she got up from her slightly crouched position and made her way back to the table to grab the plates, "I'm going to wash the dishes, because how awful of a date would I be if left you a mess to clean up?!" 

"I'm pretty sure you made it into awful date territory when you, again, kidnapped my friend and broke into my apartment." Emily felt like a broken record as she followed the younger woman to the kitchen sink, her gun still raised, but that didn't seem to faze Y/n at all. 

"Okay, I get it. Already noted it for next time. No need to keep dredging up the past." Y/n said over her shoulder as she turned the sink on and grabbed the sponge. 

Emily didn't know why it was the sight of Y/n scrubbing her plates that set her off. Y/n had done so many things in the last hour, but maybe it was Emily's exhaustion or the sound of soap squeaking that had gotten on her final nerve.

"Stop washing my fucking dishes and tell me where Rossi is!" Emily yelled as she closed the distance between her and the sink. Her shoulder knocked into Y/n as she reached across and turned the water off. 

"Okay, geez. No need to raise your voice, darling." Y/n chastised as she reached for the towel on the counter to dry her hands.

"Then give me the address, I'm done playing games," Emily said as she waved her gun at the younger woman.

"Fine," Y/n sighed, "But you don't get to hold these dirty dishes over me, I was more than willing to clean them," Y/n said seriously. 

"Ah, yes, because leaving dirty dishes in my sink is the worst crime you've committed," Emily scoffed.

Y/n just shrugged, and Emily slammed the gun down on the counter, "Rossi," She said, one word, but it was enough to get them back on topic.

"Okay," Y/n surrendered, as she dramatically put her hands in the air. "I'll send you the address after I walk out of your apartment."

Emily shook her head, "Not a chance in hell."

Y/n just laughed as she leaned against the counter, "Then I'm not sending you the address, darling. There's only one good outcome here, and it doesn't end with me in an interrogation room."

"You think I'm just going to let you go?" 

"I don't think, I know," Y/n said as she pushed off the counter and took a step closer to Emily. "Because just like you've been studying me, I've been studying you." Y/n continued, eyeing the other woman as Emily glared at her.

"Your loyalty is your biggest weakness, and you would go to any lengths to keep those you love safe. You look up to Rossi like a father, probably because your actual father-"

"Don't," Emily gritted, and Y/n just raised an eyebrow. "Fine. But you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if anything happened to him. So, you're going to let me go because you know I don't kill mostly innocent men. But if I'm locked up in an interrogation room, then I couldn't care less if David Rossi dies.... So what's it going to be, darling?" Y/n said, and if Emily could shoot the smirk off of the younger woman's face, she would.

Because Y/n had won, and there was no solution or outcome where she didn't. Y/n understood Emily just as much as she understood the younger woman. And Emily knew Y/n was telling the truth; if she brought Y/n in, she was signing Rossi's death sentence. The team didn't know enough about Y/n's past to find Rossi, and Y/n was playing on that. 

Emily didn't want to give. She didn't want to accept defeat, didn't want to lose to Y/n again. But what other choice did she have? She would not gamble Rossi's life or anyone on the team.

"Fine," Emily said through her teeth as she clicked the safety on the gun and put it back in the holster on her belt. "But don't think this is the end," Emily threatened, although it held no weight if the smile on Y/n's face was any indicator.  

"Oh, this is just the beginning," Y/n smiled as she walked up to Emily, planting a soft kiss on the older woman's cheek. She reveled in the way Emily didn't tense or flinch like she had earlier.

"I'll send you the address once I get to my car. I assume Garcia will be getting the message, too, since you don't understand privacy anymore." Y/n pouted as she walked to the door. Emily had to force herself to stay put and do nothing as Y/n walked away. 

"I'll see you soon, darling," And with that, Y/n was out the door. 

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Emily: First of all, fuck this.

Emily: Second of all, fuck off.

Emily: Third of all, fuck me.

JJ: I… uh… what?

Emily: Did I fucking stutter?

JJ: Did you eat my powdered donuts?

Emily: *mouth full of donuts* no.

JJ: Then what's the white powder on your jeans?

Emily: That's cocaine.

Emily: Well, well, well, if it isn't the feelings I've been trying to avoid.

Emily: Time for plan G.

JJ: Don't you mean plan B?

Emily: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip plan C due to technical difficulties.

Spencer: What about plan D?

Emily: Plan D was that separate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Rossi: What about plan E?

Emily: I'm hoping not to use it. I die in plan E.

Derek: I like plan E.

JJ: Look, let's just agree to say sorry on the count of three. One, two, three...

Emily:

JJ:

JJ: See, now I'm disappointed in both of us.

Emily: Not me. I've never been prouder.