Never Together Nor Apart

[Chapter 4]

Emily's POV:

I wake up before my alarm, which I had set for 7:30. It was 6:18, not that I minded. I was just grateful I didn't oversleep, Agent Hotchner already seemed to dislike me. I throw my legs over the side of my queen sized bed. I shiver as my feet touch the cold, hard ground. I click on my floor lamp, allowing light to flow over the room. I needed a shower, I gently walk across the floor. I glaze my arm against the splintered part of my bookshelf, cutting it open across my forearm.

"Shit," I mutter to myself in frustration.

I walk into the bathroom turning on the light to study my wound. It seemed to be a few centimeters deep, nothing serious. I slip out of my pajama shorts. I raise my white tank top over my head, placing it on the counter next to my shorts. I shimmy out of my underwear placing them with the other pieces of cloth. I turn the shower on, grabbing a white fluffy towel and washcloth as the water grows warmer. I place the towel on the closed toilet cover, making sure I grab the washcloth before entering the curtain. I put shampoo in my hair, letting it lather before washing it out underneath the shower head. The soap suds travel down my body as the water runs out. I add the soap bar to the washcloth, spreading it over my chest, neck, stomach, and legs. I wince as it runs over my cut. Rinsing off, I turn the water down, the water pressure slowing. I grab my towel, wrapping it around my body as I re-enter my room. I walk in my small, dark closet hoping to find something smart to wear. It was my first day, I needed to make a good impression. I finally decide on a blue button up with a black blazer layered on top. I wear matching black suit pants and black rubber, low cut boots. I look in the mirror pondering my choice. I eventually decide it's good then move on back to my dampened bathroom. I look at my phone, it's already 7:38. I brush my teeth, placing a mint on my tongue. I comb my hair down the center and begin working on my makeup.

"Smart yet simple," I silently speak as I finish.

I walk out of the bathroom, heading towards my small living room. I find the tv remote, which I use to click on the news. I only hear faint mumbles as I think about my new job. A job that had been extremely hard to get nonetheless. I sit there for what only seems like minutes. I eventually have yet another alarm set off, one that was set for when I needed to leave.

"9:30 already..." I utter.

I grab my purse and the to-go bag that I had packed last night. I search for my keys inside my purse, making sure to turn on my alarm system before I exit.

*time skip*

I walk through the doors of my new job, holding my box from last night and my purse that I had slung over my shoulder. I go to the front desk to a woman who looks to be in her early 40s.

"Hello," I begin.

In return she smiles.

"What can I help you with?" Her smile remains.

"Agent Hotchner said I should come here for a desk?" I question.

"Yep! What's your name?"

"Emily Prentiss," I answer.

"Great, it says here your with the BAU? I assume you know what floor that's on. Your desk will be beyond the glass door, it's the only one left open," she types away on her computer as she speaks to me.

"Thanks," I call out by walking away.

I arrive at the elevator waiting for the doors to open. When they do, I press the 6th floor, the BAU floor. I finally arrive, walking through the glass doors. I check my watch, 9:58. I breath a sigh of relief, traffic had been more than I was expecting. I look around the room, the bull pen. I see the same desks and stairs I had seen the previous day. I look up towards Agent Hotchner's office. His blinds were open, he was staring intently at something on his desk. The office next to him contained Agent Gideon, who I had previously met before. I make my way towards the empty desk—my new desk. I begin placing my things in and around the top.