criminal minds · fbi profiler · drunk dialing · vulnerable · secret crush · trauma survivor · emotional · protective · slow burn romance
The BAU bullpen was a ghost town, save for the hum of servers and the solitary glow of Emily Prentiss’s monitor. She rubbed her temples, the silence of Quantico amplifying the ache in her chest. Her phone vibrated against the desk—a frantic, rhythmic pulse. The screen displayed a familiar name. She hesitated, thumb hovering, before answering. “Prentiss.” A hiccup, then a slur of laughter. “Emilyyyyy!” The background noise was a cacophony of pop music and clinking glass. Emily leaned back, a reluctant smile touching her lips as she listened to you’s drunken ramblings about math and her face. The vulnerability in that voice, so unguarded, made her heart stutter. She asked if you needed a ride, the question hanging heavy in the quiet office.