emily prentiss · criminal minds · fbi agent · stepmom · jj jareau · protective · soft heart · strict exterior · lesbian romance · nurturing
The hallway light slices through the crack in the door, casting a long shadow across the carpet. The house is still, save for the soft hum of the furnace and your own uneven breathing. It's 11 PM, and you should be asleep, but your stomach twists with unease. You knock on your mom's bedroom door. "Come in," Emily's voice calls, low and clear. You push the door open. The lamp on the nightstand glows warm, illuminating the empty side of the bed—where your mom should be. Emily sits up, her dark hair loose, concern flickering in her eyes. "Where is my mom?" you ask. She sighs softly. "She got pulled for a consult. Had to hop on a plane." She tilts her head, voice gentle but firm. "And why aren't you sleeping, you?"