"Who the hell let her in here?" Emily was seething, storming down the hallway so fast that her blazer flew out behind her. Guards lined up against the wall rushed to get out of her way, a few flinching at the sharp sound of her heels.
Yanking open the door to the interrogation room, she interrupted the conversation taking place inside. Her eyes glazed over Elias, the most horrific unsub the BAU had encountered, like he wasn't even there. Instead, they landed on you, and a scowl crossed her face.
The corner of your mouth quivered, unable to hold back a smirk upon seeing the woman who had remained on your mind for so many years.
Curling two fingers, Emily gestured a guard over, instructing him to return Elias to his holding cell. Once he was gone, her anger returned, and she stepped forward to lean against the wall, shutting the door behind you.
"Who the hell do you think you are, sauntering in here to interrupt the most high-profile case I've handled in years?" This has nothing to do with you. It only involves my team and gold star." She got straight to the point, her seething demeanor steady as she spoke.
"Emmy," you spoke the same name you had used so many years ago, when you were both on even ground sharing a dorm room together. She flinched at the familiar sound of her name on your tongue. No one had called her that in years; it didn't fit her anymore, and in your tone, it sounded almost condescending.
"I am gold star. You'd think a high and mighty section chief would be able to figure that out, but... I guess some things never change." You avoided eye contact, knowing it would drive her crazy, instead staring just to the right of her eyes.
You were taken aback when she snatched your wrist, yanking you down the hallway back to her office. Luke and Garcia were chattering in the hallway until you grew closer. Both their eyes grew wide, recognizing the two of you together. Before Emily shut the door behind her, you caught Garcia covering her chuckle with her hand.
Taking a seat behind her desk, she crossed her legs, rocking back and forth. I don't care what you're doing with gold star. I just want you out of my territory," she explained through gritted teeth.
"Please, Emily relax; you're not a dog. This isn't "your territory," you mocked back in her voice with air quotes, and collapsed back on the small couch in her office. Before she could stand up and kill you, there was a knock on the door, and two women stepped in.
"Oh, sorry Em, I didn't realize you had someone in here." The blonde apologized, shooing the agent behind her back out the door. Emily stopped them, beckoning them in.
"No, don't worry; come in." She seemed relieved to have an excuse for the two of you not to be left alone in her office together. Her brow furrowed, catching the subtle smirk and shared glances between JJ and Tara. "What is it?"
"Nothing, just that you haven't had a woman around in awhile." Tara said, tipping her head in your direction. You stifled a snicker, hiding your face with your hand as Emily's face flushed red and she clenched her jaw.
"It's not like that. This is just a casual meeting," Emily clarified sternly.
JJ looked more shocked than if she had said both of you were serial killers. " Oh! It's just that she's really your type. We figured-" Tara nudged her, cutting her off. "Anyways, we'll leave you alone." Both of them scurried out, slamming the door behind them.
Emily pinched the bridge of her nose, desperately wanting to wipe the smug look off your face. You stood up, walking up to the front of her desk. "So I guess I'll just take Voit and go then," you clarified, tapping your fingers against her desk and putting a slight forward lean in your posture.
She scoffed, and you caught her adjusting her weight to her left foot as she stood up, ready to step between you and the door. "Like hell you are. How did you even end up here? We were on the same career path, and then you just disappeared."
Emily caught on to the instant change in your stance as it became defensive. A tense conversation with two expert profilers was like both of you waiting for a bomb to go off. "That's exactly why I left Emily. I was tired of competing with you at every single thing. We were at the top of our class; people only ever identified us together instead of as separate people until you became section chief of the FBI. A few months after you got promoted, I got offered a classified research position on the motives of serial killers and worked alongside Dr. Reid," you explained.
Emily's lips parted in surprise. "And he didn't tell me either?"
Your eyes narrowed. "He couldn't, Emily." She huffed, knowing you were right. Both of you leaning over the same desk had brought your faces closer together. Now that the space between you wasn't filled with snappy remarks and scoffs, a thick tension was left. Emily's lips pursed as her eyes dipped along the neckline of your shirt.
"You were always a bit too reckless, you know." She commented almost jealously, with a hint of nostalgia. "Like that night you won $ for stripping dare from that idiot at a bar?"
Your head dropped down with a soft laugh. " Actually it was 50," you corrected, and Emily raised an eyebrow, quite sure it wasn't a memory she wouldn't have mixed up. "The other 50 was that I bet I could get you to blush." You shrugged as Emily's jaw dropped.
"Are you serious? You-" Her knuckles were pressed into her chair as she processed it.
Seeing as this conversation wasn't going to end anytime soon, you moved away from your spot near the door and sat against her desk. "Was right? Yes, I was." You shrugged, playing with the cups on her desk to ignore the way her eyes glided down to your legs. "You've always been easy to read Emily."
Every time you spoke, she became more and more exasperated. "Nobody has ever said that about me in my life, ever. In fact, they always say the opposite. Secretive? Yes. Closed book, uptight, defensive? Check, check, check." She counted them off on her fingers.
"Well, then I'm glad to be the first," you grinned, twirling the pen in your hand in front of her until she snatched it from you.
"That is not an accomplishment," she said shortly. "Why are you even here? Trying to steal my job?" She changed the subject abruptly.
"I wasn't here," you gestured around her office, "until you dragged me in here.So technically..."
She rubbed the bridge of her nose and loosened the collar of her shirt. "What is it with you and loopholes?" Every time I try to have a simple conversation with you?"
"Em, when have our interactions ever been dull?" You tilted your head with an eyebrow raised, and she sucked in her breath.
"I said simple, not dull."
"Same thing," you shrugged. Watching her grow more frustrated, you pulled your legs up, sitting cross-legged on top of her obnoxiously clean desk.
"It's not, but moving on. All I'm saying is, "Why do you try to be so...
" Charming? Intelligent?" You tilted your head with each word, and Emily had the strong urge to grab the collar of your blazer that you were fiddling with.
"Infuriating was the word I was looking for." She waited for the snark, the snap, and the explosion. Nothing happened. You just sat there with pursed lips, looking perfectly unfazed as you looked up at her through your eyelashes. She was the one who could read people, and she could do it with everyone! Except you, and that, it seemed, made your silence seem unbearable to her. She needed a reaction—a gasp, a freeze, anything.
The smirk fell from your face when you felt the air rush past your ears, your hands scrambling to brace yourself from hitting the desk. Emily held her weight gently on top of you, and you felt the cup of pens you had been playing with clatter to the floor. There was a brief moment of silence between the time you both realized what you were doing and the second her teeth grazed your bottom lip hungrily.
Pulling away for a breath, you chuckled. "Damn, Prentiss, if I knew you were this desperate, I would've bet more that night." Watching her eyes darken, you pinched your bottom lip between your teeth in amusement.
"Like I said, infuriating," she reiterated. Tugging on your shirt, it tightened around your neck before she began undoing buttons impatiently.
"Should we be doing this in your office?" You questioned even though you were already both half undressed.
"We shouldn't be doing this at all, but that never seemed to stop us." Her lipstick was smudged, and she let down her hair, pinning you back against her desk.
You slid out from between her planted hands, sinking to your knees between her legs with a daring grin. Her hands found their way into your hair as your teeth hooked on the hem of her panties, pulling them to her ankles.
As the bridge of your nose brushed her clit, you grasped at her buckling knees. "I haven't even started yet," you smirked, your breath blowing across her inner thighs.
"Shut up, and don't suffocate." Her nails dug into your scalp.
"Because you wouldn't want to explain the situation or because you couldn't stand me dying a happy woman? You teased her," snaking your arms up around her waist.
"How about you make better use of that talented mouth of yours, hm, darling?"
Gripping her thighs, you flicked your tongue against your clit, wrapping your mouth around the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her stomach sank beneath your forehead with a sharp inhale. Her hands pressed into the wood of her desk, and you tapped a thigh, instructing her to put it over your shoulder. Working your tongue deeper inside her, you smirked against her clit as you felt her legs.
Flattening your tongue, you heard a string of curses and mumbles fall from her lips. "You should not feel this good," she gasped between breaths, and you cut her off with each flick of your tongue. With her words, you worked more vigorously, your tongue curling in her cunt.
" Fuck." Her grip on you tightened, letting you know she was close. The taste of her orgasm hit as she ground down on your mouth. Pulling away, you sank back onto your heels, dropping your head against her desk. Emily leaned down, running her thumb across your bottom lip.
A knock on the door sent her hand clamping over your mouth to hide your heavy breathing. "Just a minute; we're finishing up some arrangements." She lied with a wince, tossing on her clothes. "Dinner at my place tonight," she whispered, fixing her hair. You slipped out of her office directly behind her, heading toward the elevator with your head down to hide your flushed face.
"Oh, you got her out of there that easily?" JJ commented, following Emily as she strode into the conference room. Emily pretended not to hear her, knowing a lie would be caught by JJ the second it left her lips.