Treacherous (Emily Prentiss x Reader)

Chapter 8

a/n

Speak Now (taylors version) day, and you best believe I'm relating some of the songs to my y/n and Emily.

This is a longer chapter but we have some fluffy little bits 

protective emily <3

cw: normal case stuff, knives, alcohol mention (i think that's it)

Emily pov

'Okay, initial thoughts?' I looked around the team encouraging them to put their ideas forward, after we were safely in the air. It'd take just under 5 hours to arrive so if we talked the initial profile through then we'd have more time to relax.

Everyone took it in turns to introduce different ideas, when y/n unexpectedly spoke up early. 'This guy's definitely targeting a specific type of person, every victim has really similar features,' I scanned her face as she flicked through the victim files for any sign of unease, but if there was I couldn't decipher any. 'I'm thinking the victims are surrogates for the object of the unsubs obvious abundance of rage.' She finished her thought looking up at me, and then the rest of the team.

The team all agreed, Tara shooting me an 'I told you so' look to which I smiled and shook my head.

We then dispersed into small groups of chatter; Tara and Rossi talking about their next stint in their cars, asking y/n if she'd like to come next time, which of course she agreed; Reid playing chess; JJ and Matt talking about their kids; and Luke listening to a rambling Garcia over video call. I should probably keep an eye on that.

I looked back across to y/n already looking at me, nothing but pure admiration clouded her eye. A small smile pulled at the corners of her lips. She's so...

Subconsciously my eyes flicked down to her lips. The fact the team are here when she looks so good is so cruel.

As if she knew exactly what I was thing, to be fair you did give it away Prentiss, she gave me a small smirk shaking her head, and delivered a quick kick to the leg. Those fucking boots, owch.

She laughed at my wince, settling on a sweet grin as she stood up. 'I'm gonna go get a drink, does anyone want anything?' A few requests were made in response, which she fulfilled before coming back to the group, noticing Spencer playing chess on the two seat, the one opposite empty.

'Oh my god chess?? Can I play?' She said, voice raising an octave in anticipation. Stop being endearing y/n please, I'll catch a case. Her excitement was so sweet I could've sworn I fell for her a little bit right there. Chill out.

Spencer, slightly skeptical, but curious to see the extent of the youngest agent's abilities agreed.

Y/n quickly sat across from him, face immediately straightening, no emotion getting though. Damn....

Y/n's voice raising got the attention of everyone, causing them all to turn to the game. Everyone knew how competitive Reid was, so seeing if he finally met his first match since Gideon was going to be interesting.

The game was reset and they both took their turns moving the pieces, going so quickly it was almost rhythmic; until Reid paused. He never paused.

'What's the matter Dr. Reid?' Y/n taunted.

'I- wait there's gotta be something give me a sec..' He fumbled his hands around the board searching for any moves.

The group perplexed as to what was going on looked amongst each other. 'Checkmate in two guys!' She beamed turning towards us, causing us to all gasp and cheer, Reid usually going unbeaten.