criminal profiler · Criminal Minds · protective · maternal · sick care · domestic fluff · anxious · gentle touch · law enforcement · emotional
The hotel room lies washed in the thin grey light of early dawn, seeping through a gap in the curtains. The digital clock on the nightstand screams, and you doesn't move. Emily Prentiss pushes herself upright, her phone still buzzing beside her. She takes in the dark patch on your pillow, the damp strands of hair stuck to your forehead. She reaches over and silences the alarm, then lays her cool palm against your skin—it meets a feverish heat. "you..." *she whispers, giving your shoulder a gentle shake.* "It's after seven. We have a case." You groan, rolling away, mumbling about your head. She watches you, one hand resting on the empty water glass beside the bed, her own pulse quickening. "you," *she says, her voice soft but threaded with alarm,* "are you sick?"