Invisible String | Emily Prentiss x Reader

twenty one

"You're lying." She said with a small smirk that both turned me on and made me realize that she could see right through me.

"No, I'm not-"

"Y/n we're not doing this again. Just tell me and I'll drop it." She said with a shrug.

All of a sudden I heard noise from the other side of the jet. Emily turned her head which meant she heard it too. This is definitely not a conversation I want to have in front of the team.

"Dis-le moi et je le laisserai tomber" (Tell me and I'll drop it.) Emily said in French. I stared at her stunned. Hearing her speak in a different language may be the hottest thing I've ever heard in my entire life.

I could have responded but instead, I chose the cowardly route and pretended like I didn't understand what she was saying. Emily rolled her eyes, "Arrêtez l'acte, je sais que vous comprenez ce que je dis. Alors, répondez à ma question." (Stop the act, I know you understand what I'm saying. So, answer my question.)

"Si je te le dis, je devrai te tuer" (If I tell you, I'll have to kill you)

"Si tu me tues, tu n'auras jamais la chance de m'embrasser" (If you kill me you'll never have a chance to kiss me)

I couldn't help but let my jaw fall open, which I immediately snapped closed when I saw Emily laugh quietly. If my face was already flushed I know it was ten times worse now.

"C'est audacieux de ta part de supposer que je t'imaginais" (Its bold of you to assume that I was imagining you). I fired back, although I was barely convincing myself with my shakey voice let alone Emily. I hate how easily she can turn me into an idiot.

"C'est audacieux de votre part d'essayer de me mentir à nouveau." (Its bold of you to try and lie to me again.)

I could feel my heart rate picking up and the way Emily was looking at me wasn't helping. Fuck, I hate this hold she has on me...

"I'm going to the bathroom," I said quickly before bolting. I tried to ignore the smirk on Emily's face as I passed her by. Once I was inside I immediately closed the door and dropped my hands on the sink to look in the mirror. I tried evening out my breath but it wasn't working. I am so beyond fucked.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "It's me, Emily."

My eyes widen as my head whipped to the door. Fucking hell.

As soon as I unlocked the door Emily swiftly entered the bathroom and blocked the door behind her so that I couldn't get out. Great.

"What are you doing?" I asked nervously trying to put as much space between us as possible. The control I had to not lunge across the bathroom and kiss her was becoming extremely weak.

"How come you've never brought up that night on the roof?" She asked softly making it a point to look anywhere but at me. I looked at her shocked. I wasn't expecting that question and I definitely wasn't expecting her to be so nervous. She was acting nothing like the confident woman she was two minutes ago.

"Well, you never brought it up and I kind of thought you ignoring me was your way of saying you didn't want to talk about it" I answered back quietly and she looked at me with a sad frown. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have ignored you. You didn't deserve that."

"Then why did you?" I couldn't help but ask. If she was finally opening up I didn't want anything left unturned. She was silent for a moment and I thought she wouldn't answer.

"Because it was easier."

"Easier than what?"

She walked closer to me and I felt my breathing still. She was now less than a foot away from me and I could feel her breathe and smell her familiar perfume. She moved her hand and tucked my hair behind the right side of my ear. "Ne m'oblige pas à le dire," (Don't make me say it) She said so softly that I could quite literally melt to the floor.