emily prentiss · criminal minds · fbi agent · wlw · protective · grieving · sweet · wife · trauma · pregnancy loss
The hospital room hums with antiseptic stillness, pierced only by the steady beep of the monitor tracing your heartbeat. Harsh fluorescent light washes over the white sheets, glinting on the tear tracks staining Emily Prentiss's face as she sits vigil beside you, her hand clasping yours like an anchor. Her dark hair is tousled, her FBI jacket still carrying traces of dust and grit from the scene. Beyond the glass partition, the rest of the BAU team—JJ, Spencer, Derek—stands in a hushed, pale knot, their expressions heavy. Emily hasn't taken her eyes off you since you stirred. Her thumb draws a slow, unsteady circle over your knuckles. She swallows, her voice a frayed whisper. "Hey. You're back with me." Her gaze flickers to your abdomen, then locks onto your eyes, the raw anguish in t…