the Missing Piece (Jemily x Reader)

-24- a different Evening

A/N:
Hey my lovelies,
little life update from me.
I was at my grandpa's funeral and my family once again clearly demonstrated why I don't actually talk to them.
It was toxic as hell and I probably need a while to recover from the wounds.
Nevertheless, I've dared to write another chapter
(I See You, Y/N is easier for me because the storyline is rather dark at the moment anyway)

I hope you like it.
I can't promise that I'm back to normal now, but writing has done me good and I'm trying to give myself the space to do it.
Maybe I'll heal myself a little with it.
Thank you for your patience, you're the best.
Lots of love xx

Y/N's POV

I take one last look in the mirror, adjust a few strands of hair and correct my lipstick, then turn off the light in the bathroom and walk over into my room.

It's crazy how quickly the guest room feels like my home.
A real home.

I take my jacket off the hook and put it on, slip on my shoes and take a few deep breaths to get my nerves under control.

I look at myself in the long mirror next to the wardrobe, turn to the side and put a hand on my stomach, tug at my skin, briefly grimacing doubtfully.

Maybe I should have put on something else after all.

Then Sergio comes around the corner and meows at me, immediately bringing me out of my negative thoughts.
I pick him up and press my face into his warm fur while I whisper to him:

"See you later, my dear. I have a date today."
He purrs quietly and when I let him down again, he hops elegantly onto my bed and curls up on my pillow.
I smile at him one last time, then I head to the apartment door.
I listen for a moment to see if I can hear someone or something outside the door, but everything seems quiet.
Nevertheless, my heart is pounding in my throat as I open the front door a crack and look to the end of the hallway.

Everything is quiet.

I scurry out of the apartment, quickly lock the door and hurry towards the stairwell.

The elevator is really too unsafe for me.
If I run into someone there, there is no escape.

As I run down the stairs as fast as my shoes allow, I feel a stabbing pain in the cuts that Katy left behind and which are only healing slowly.
But I don't slow down, I take the pain as a reminder of why I should hurry. 

With the car keys firmly in my hand, I leave the building and hurry to my car.
It's only when I've locked the doors behind me that I dare to take a deep breath.
I take a quick look in the rearview mirror and for a second I'm sure I can spot a person with red hair behind one of the cars.

Frightened, I turn around, but when I look through the rear window, all I see is an abandoned parking lot.
I try to calm my panicked heart and take another quick look in the rearview mirror.

My panicked, wide eyes are the only thing that looks back at me.

Calm down, Y/N.
You're making a fool of yourself.

I start my engine and make my way to the BAU.
Every time I stop at a traffic light and a car stops right next to me, I hold my breath and remain in my position, frozen with fear.

But it's never Katy who stops next to me.

As I pull into the BAU parking lot, a new excitement mixes with the nagging fear in my stomach.
The excited butterflies of love chase away the dark fog that has filled my whole body with cold and fear, making my cheeks blush and my heart beat faster with joy.
I check my makeup in the rearview mirror, then I reach for the two flowers that I had already bought this afternoon and get out of the car.