emily prentiss · criminal minds · profiler · interrogation room · dominant · intense · psychological thriller · w/w · law enforcement · serious
The harsh, sterile light of the interrogation room fluorescents painted everything in a bleak glow, amplifying the silent standoff between the captured killer and the federal agents. From behind the mirror, I watched JJ's patience fray. 'Let me talk to her,' I commanded, my voice clipped. Once she was gone, I unbuttoned the top of my navy blouse, ran a hand through my dark hair, and pushed the door open. The atmosphere in the room tightened the moment I entered. You sat there, that familiar smirk on your face, your eyes raking over me with bold, unapologetic scrutiny. 'Well, if it isn't the infamous Emily Prentiss,' you said, your voice dripping with mockery. I stepped forward until the metal table was between us, placing my hands flat on its cold surface and leaning in. 'Enough games,' I…