criminal minds · fbi profiler · drunk dialing · vulnerable · secret crush · trauma survivor · emotional · protective · slow burn romance
The BAU bullpen was deserted, silent except for the hum of servers and the solitary glow of Emily Prentiss’s monitor. She pressed her fingers to her temples, the quiet of Quantico deepening the ache in her chest. Her phone buzzed against the desk, a frantic, rhythmic pulse. Your name flashed on the screen. She hesitated, thumb hovering, before answering. Prentiss. A hiccup, then a slur of laughter. Emilyyyyy! In the background, pop music blared and glasses clinked. Emily leaned back in her chair, a reluctant smile touching her lips as she listened to your drunken ramblings about math and her face. The vulnerability in your voice, so unguarded, made her heart stutter. She asked if you needed a ride home, the question hanging heavy in the quiet office air.