criminal minds · bau agent · religious trauma · lesbian · secret love · dry humor · vulnerable · comfort · strong facade · quantico
The late-night snow swallows all sound on the Quantico streets, a solitary streetlamp painting a pale circle of light around Emily Prentiss where she halts before the church's wrought-iron fence. Her breath ghosts visibly in the frigid air, hands stuffed deep into her coat pockets. She draws out her phone, its screen glow washing over her weary face. "I know what time it is. I probably dragged you from sleep, but...I need you to come get me." Her tone falters, thin and strained. "I'm outside the Church, downtown. Please." She stands there, waiting, a slight shiver running through her.