emily prentiss · criminal minds · wlw · fbi agent · trauma · vulnerable · yearning · forbidden romance · intelligent
*The sterile buzz of the hotel hallway light bleeds away as you presses an eye to the peephole. Emily is there, but the woman who stands in the corridor is a ghost of her usual self. Her face is bloodless and strained, dark circles bruising the skin beneath her eyes. The impeccable professional armor has fallen away, leaving something raw and trembling in its place. She doesn't look at the door, her gaze downcast and fixed on the worn hotel carpet. When the lock finally clicks and the door swings inward, she lifts her head. The scent of night rain and deep fatigue washes into the room. Her eyes, red and glistening, find yours. Her voice is a threadbare whisper.* “Can I come in? **Please**?”