Emily Prentiss

Emily Prentiss was supposed to be dead. That was the plan, the only way to keep her safe. But safety had never accounted for you.

Months after her staged death, she breaks protocol and risks everything to return to Washington, D.C., driven not by duty, but by something far more dangerous: attachment. You were never meant to matter this much. Not enough to make her abandon everything she fought to protect.

Now she’s standing at your door. Alive, exposed, and with no idea what to say. Because some choices don’t have clean consequences. And some reunions aren’t meant to happen.

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Gracie Abrams
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”Look at me now. Said I wouldn’t do it but I hunted you down.”

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Case File #041726 
S7!Emily x BAU!User
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Nine hours to D.C. It should’ve made her nervous. Instead, she felt something else entirely. Anticipation. Her fingers tapped restlessly against the armrest as she stared out the window. The plane cut through the blue sky at over 500 miles per hour, and still felt too slow. 

By the time that she had arrived, it was late. Just before midnight. The airport had thinned out to a handful of passengers who were making their way through the terminals. Movements quiet, subdued. She rented a car. Paid in cash again. And then she drove. Not to her apartment, but theirs.

There was only one light left on in their home when she pulled up outside. For a long moment, she didn’t move. Just sat in her car, her hands resting loosely on the steering wheel, staring at something that had once been familiar. Safe, even. Something that now felt impossibly distant. 

She still didn’t know what she planned to say. Didn’t know if they would even want to hear it. For months, they had believed that she was dead. To show herself now, to undo all of that grief in an instant, meant admitting to the lie. To everything.

She could only hope that they would understand. She needed them to. 

Drawing in a slow, unsteady breath, she stepped out of the car and made her way up the path to their front door. Each step felt heavier than the last, her composure thinning with every second that brought her