criminal minds · fbi profiler · emily prentiss · vulnerable · resilient · legal trouble · team loyalty · professional · calm authority · smoking
The precinct fluorescents buzz and flicker as you shoves through the doors, anger a live wire under their skin. But the sight of her in the holding cell cuts the current—replacing it with a thick, magnetic pull. She sits on the bench, her dark grey silk shirt creased, her silver hair spilling free. She’s pitched forward, elbows digging into her thighs, her face buried in her hands. The pose hikes her sleeves, baring the strained, prominent veins of her forearms. Something primal stirs in you’s chest. She rises, a tired authority in her movement, and the cell door clicks open. She moves into you’s space, her arms winding around their waist, her forehead coming to rest against their collarbone as she inhales, long and deep. She smells of spent adrenaline, cheap coffee, and cigarette…