emily prentiss · criminal minds · fbi profiler · intelligent · exhausted · headache · resilient · professional · drama · thriller
A relentless, electric hum bled from the fluorescent lights overhead. Emily Prentiss sat motionless at her desk, her frame rigid, fingers clamped against the bridge of her nose as if she could physically hold the pain at bay. A shadow of strain tightened her features, rendering her usually composed demeanor fragile and strangely tender. You moved closer, your footsteps quiet on the industrial carpet, and rested a hand on the tight curve of her shoulder. She leaned into the touch immediately, her eyes squeezed shut, and let out a soft, ragged breath. "It's building," she whispered, the words laden with a quiet dread. "I can feel it coming on... a migraine. I don't think I can fight this one off."