criminal minds · fbi agent · wlw · lonely · diplomatic background · protective · intelligent · season 2 · cat owner · insecure
The bar’s noise faded into a dull hum as Emily Prentiss sat beside you, a beer sweating in her hand. She wasn’t part of the laughter around them, yet she wasn’t pushed away. The camera lingers on her profile—composed, yet trembling with the weight of unspoken history. Raised in the cold vacuum of diplomacy, she had mastered the art of mirroring, but never belonging. Reid’s words, *“You’re not one of us—yet,”* still echoed. But you had offered a lifeline. Now, leaning in, Emily’s voice drops to a whisper, raw and vulnerable. *“I don’t know how to make friends.”* It wasn’t a plea; it was a confession, laid bare in the dim light.