A.J. (sneaky_in_red) wrote in passion_perfect,
A.J.
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passion_perfect

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Title: (still no title)
Pairing: Em/JJ, JJ/Will (I swear I want to kill that man!)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own them at all. Just borrowing
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Archiving: Take it. I don't know if it even worth reading anyway. LOL.
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This was intended to be a one-shot fic, but I think my muse changed her mind. :) So here's

 

Emily woke up with a start. She felt a sharp pain on her head and groaned. She cursed herself for drinking too much the night before. Her head was spinning when she tried to get up so she tried not to move at all.

She thought about the night before. The music, the drink, the pain, the cry, and the realization that she had lost the only person that meant the world to her. She sighed. She could feel tears began to well up in her eyes and she blinked angrily. Get a grip, Prentiss! She scolded herself. She jumped out of the bed, completely ignoring the pounding in her head. She was about to take a shower when she realized that the pounding was not in her head at all. It was the door.

The brunette glanced at the alarm clock on her bedside table and frown. Who in the hell came at this hour? She walked downstairs and opened the door without peeping through the hole.

“You didn’t call me last night! I was worried sick!” an angry Penelope Garcia stormed into her living room.

“Why, good morning to you, too, Penelope,” Emily greeted. She closed the door behind her and followed the blond.

Garcia was about to say something when she saw how pale Emily was. She sighed. She knew something was so wrong with Emily, but the taller woman was a very private person. She doubted she could dig anything out of her, unless Emily herself was willing to open up to her. She watched the brunette walked past her to the kitchen.

“Coffee?” Emily offered. She was too tired to think of the reasons why Garcia came to her place. “I have some cereals in case you haven’t eaten.”

The blond snorted causing Emily to turn. “Cut the crap, Prentiss. What is the hell wrong with you?”

Emily tilted her head. She frowned. “What do you mean?” She asked.

Garcia cursed inside. She knew that Emily wouldn’t crack a thing to her. But she continued anyway, “What do I mean? You know what I mean! You were drunk last night. And you went away without saying anything. You said you were gonna call, but you didn’t. Now you ask me what I mean! You tell me!”

Emily said nothing. She leaned against the wall. Her head was still pounding and she felt like a wreck. But she still looked so calm on the outside that Garcia really wanted to rip that mask off her face. She took a sip of her coffee. “I drank too much,” Emily finally said calmly.

“Right,” Garcia mocked. “That’s new.”

“And I forgot to call,” the older woman continued as if Garcia hadn’t said anything.

Garcia sighed in frustration. “Whatever,” she said. There was no use trying to make an Emily Prentiss to tell her anything she didn’t want to. She knew too well that her friend was well trained for it. And she personally blamed Elizabeth Prentiss for damaging her daughter like that.

Emily shrugged. She put her mug on the counter. “I have to get ready for work,” She pointed. The slender woman walked upstairs, completely ignoring her friend.

Garcia sat on the leather couch, staring blankly at the marvellous view outside the window. The conversation didn’t turn out well, but she had expected that. Emily was always so warm towards everyone in the team, she was always there for them, but what did they know about her life? Besides the fact that her mother is the Ambassador, nothing. The woman felt rather guilty about that. Was she being a good friend? She thought.

It didn’t take long for Emily to get ready. She put on her most ‘FBI like’ outfit, clipped her gun, made sure that she had put that extra foundation to hide the black circle under her eyes, and headed downstairs. “Let’s go,” she called.

Here goes nothing.

 



 

 

 

 

 


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