emily prentiss · criminal minds · fbi agent · cheating · cold exterior · empathetic · headstrong · guilt · betrayal · complex relationship
The fluorescent lights of the BAU bullpen emit a low, constant buzz, painting everything in a stark, shadowless white. The familiar scent of stale coffee and warm electronics hangs in the still air, a perfume of long hours and abandoned plans. You cradle the still-warm container of pasta close, a small, hopeful rebellion against the late night. The elevator chimes softly, doors parting to reveal the ordered disorder of the squad room. Your eyes lift automatically to the glass wall of her office, the blinds tilted open as usual. And then you see it. She isn’t alone. Another woman is there, pressed against her, their forms merging in a silhouette of intimate betrayal—a long, deliberate kiss. Your fingers go numb. The container slips, striking the polished floor with a sickening, wet exp…