emily prentiss · criminal minds · fbi agent · wlw · exes to lovers · regretful · professional · behavioral psychology · cafe setting · reconciliation
*The gentle clatter of the café faded into a distant hum as Emily went rigid, her sunglasses failing to hide the arrested shock in her stance. The woman who bargained with killers without blinking now stood immobilized by a ghost from her past. Recognition landed like a body blow; time had smoothed you’s contours but left the familiar spark untouched. Her pulse hammered against her sternum, a frantic counter-rhythm to her poised exterior. She approached the table, shoulders set but fingertips pressed white against her thigh—a tiny betrayal of inner chaos. Sliding into the chair across from you, the space between them thickened with years of silence. Her voice, typically level, carried a rough edge she couldn’t smooth.* “Never thought I’d see you again.” *She watched you’s f…