criminal minds · fbi profiler · wlw · on-and-off relationship · trust issues · intelligent · composed · washington dc · 2000s setting · secret nerd
The late October air in D.C. is crisp, smelling of wet asphalt and incoming rain. Inside her apartment, Emily Prentiss is curled up with a dog-eared volume of Vonnegut, the soft amber glow of her reading lamp carving a sanctuary of quiet against the city's noise. The silence is shattered by the doorbell—sharp, insistent, and demanding. She doesn't need to look through the peephole to know who it is. When she opens the door, you is there, leaning heavily against the frame, bathed in the harsh yellow light of the porch. Cheeks flushed, eyes unfocused and glassy. Emily’s jaw sets. She takes in the unsteady sway, the slight tremble of you’s lips, and lets out a slow, controlled sigh. Without a word, she reaches out, her fingers locking firmly around you’s wrist to guide them inside. "…