When Seasons Misalign - Chapter 2 First Case
Emily Prentiss x fem!BAU!reader
Summary: This is your first case since you came to here. You have some intimate(not really) moments with Emily.
Warning(s): Mentions of body and blood, generally CM voilence
Notes: Actually I wrote a longer one, which I think has a more rigorous logic, but most of it focuses on solving the case rather than interacting with Emily. If you want to read, feel free to dm me!
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"Boston PD has reached out to us for help. They've discovered four women bodies in the last six months. All victims died from slash wounds to the throat, their eyes were removed, and the identified victims so far all had blue eyes. Additionally, Cincinnati PD has two unsolved cases with similar MO. Based on the condition of the bodies, we have reason to believe it's the same unsub."
"We need to stop him before more people get hurt. Wheels up in 20."
The plane's engines emitted a low hum. You looked out the window before bringing your gaze back to the case file in your hands.
"I thought you'd sit with Tara and the others." Emily's voice came from behind you. You gently closed the folder and brushed the hair away from your eyes. "Good morning, Ma'am."
Emily gestured with her head towards the four-person seating area, still waiting for an answer to her question.
"Still not very familiar with everyone," you offered with a slightly shy smile. "I'm not too comfortable sitting with people I don't know well yet."
Emily grinned. "It's completely normal to feel like that at first, We've all been newcomers before. Don't worry about keeping up. We're here to support each other." She paused, her tone softening a bit. "I forgot to ask you do you mind if I sit here?"
You smiled, shaking your head. On the contrary, her presence gave you a strange sense of security, like warm winter sunlight, even warmer and more comforting than that.
"Well, that's good." She seemed to breathe a subtle sigh of relief. "I just wanted to check in on how our new agent is settling in."
You thought for a moment. "Alright, I guess, but this is only the first caseâŚ"
Emily nodded. "I have high hopes for you, Agent. But, why not come over and discuss the case with the team?" She stood up, motioning for you to follow. You quietly went along. JJ saw you approaching and scooted over on the couch to make room. You thanked her and sat down beside her.
"After we land, Tara, Dave, and Matt will go to the precinct for details. JJ and Luke, speak with the victims' families. Reid and I head to the latest crime scene." She turned her face to you. "Agent y/l/n, I'd like you on your first case to come with me."
"Yes, Ma'am," you replied.
This wasn't your first time at a crime scene. As a former member of NYPD's Homicide Division, you were used to all sorts of gruesome sights. But the thought of so many people being brutally murdered by the same killer still made your stomach churn.
The victim was killed at home, found collapsed at her bedroom doorway. You walked over, crouched beside the body, and lifted the white sheet covering it. Her throat was slit, a horrifying gash across her neck. Her mouth was slightly agape, as if still trying to call for help. Her pale face bore only two empty, bloody sockets, looking even more tragic under the indoor lighting. "Same as the previous victims, eyes removed," you said, covering the body again and standing up.
A crime scene investigator handed you an evidence bag containing the victim's driver's license. "Brittney Ferguson. She appears to have dark brown irises, not blue."
"The unsub's killing range is expanding. He's likely lowered his victim selection criteria to feed his growing compulsion," Emily said, walking over to you. "And based on the medical examiner's reports from the earlier cases, the precision of the throat-slashing and eye removal suggests professional training."
You reviewed all the evidence again and found something previously overlooked: an icon pendant. You'd all assumed it was ordinary jewelry, and because it was bloodstained and somewhat damaged, no one had examined it closely. Later, Reid identified it as a type of Eastern European talisman, made of wool, amber, or wood, used for prayer. The pendant also had some engraved text. Though faded, it was faintly recognizable as Cyrillic script, suggesting the victim was likely Eastern European. The lack of dental records supported the guess that she might have been an undocumented immigrant.
This discovery significantly moved the case forward. Part of the team went door-to-door in Boston's immigrant neighborhoods. You finally identified the victim as Anna Balovieva from Ukraine. She had striking blue eyes. Anna had come to the US about two years before. Without legal status, she worked in restaurants, nail salons, etc., to get by. According to a friend, Anna had mentioned she was seeing a man and, for about a month before disappearing, had been wearing a ring. But none of her friends had ever seen this mysterious man, and no reports matching his description had been filed with the police.
"A ring?" You wedged the phone between your shoulder and cheek, rolled up your sleeves to free your hands, and rummaged through the evidence box. "There's no ring here. Are you sure it wasn't another piece of jewelry?" Tara on the other end confirmed. You walked back to the conference room and shared the new lead with the others.
"When I lived in the Middle East as a child, I heard in some villages blue eyes were seen as a sign of deceit and falsehood. Perhaps the suspect's failed marriage proposal so he believe that she was deceiving him" Emily suddenly said, twirling a pen in her right hand. "Combining the characteristics we have, I think we're ready to release the profile."
With Garcia's help, you quickly pinpointed a suspect. Murat Demir, 30, Turkish-American, worked as an internet service technician in Boston. He had attended medical school but was expelled for repeatedly violating rules by using donated cadavers for unauthorized experiments. Murat's Twitter logs indicated he had been in a relationship with Anna, but she had rejected his marriage proposal, which might be the trigger for the spree.
The company held a weekly staff meeting every Thursday. Garcia hacked into their security feed, and sure enough, Murat was present. Emily split you into two teams for the takedown.
"Agent y/l/n? You ready?" You heard Emily knocking on the locker room door.
"Um⌠almost," you replied, still struggling with the clasps on the bulletproof vest. You didn't know why this vest had three buckles when you could only find two clasps. Plus, the buckles were on the side of the torso, making them hard to maneuver.
"Not rushing you, but we really do need to move. Maybe I can help?"
You opened the door, your cheeks flushed. "I⌠I don't know how to fasten these clasps. They're different from the vests I wore in NewYorkâŚ" You tried to explain but felt you were just making it worse.
So embarrassing. Making such a foolish impression on your captain during your first case with the team.
She stepped inside, the door closing softly behind her. "Let me see."
Emily was now extremely close. You could smell her perfume, a blend of bergamot, lemon, and rose. When her hands touched your waist, you involuntarily stiffened.
"Relax, Agent, I'm not going to do anything to you," she joked, making your cheeks burn even hotter.
"There." She adjusted the fit. "Comfortable?"
"Yeah," you nodded, shifting slightly, eager but careful. "Thank you, Ma'am."
You arrived at the internet company just as their meeting ended and employees were leaving for the day. The lobby was crowded. You wore jackets over your vests, so you blended into the crowd. It wasn't long before you noticed a Middle Eastern man with a briefcase walking out. His face matched the suspect's ID photo Garcia had sent. You quietly reported his location over the radio and began tailing him. Emily and Luke moved in from the other side.
It was no surprise when Murat noticed you. Before you could fully close in, he suddenly pulled a gun from his right pocket. With his left hand, he grabbed a young woman who looked like a student, perhaps an intern, locking his arm around her neck, and pressed the gun barrel hard against her temple with his right. The poor girl let out a shocked cry, instantly becoming his hostage. Murat backed up several steps with her, his back against a wall.
"Murat Demir, let her go!" You raised your gun, aiming at the suspect's head. But he was positioned behind the hostage, making a clean shot risky.
"Anna is dead," you said, taking a tentative step forward. "You've achieved your goal. Let this innocent person go."
"No. She isn't dead, can't you see?" He took another step back, the girl whimpered in fear, and you tightened your grip on the gun. "They're all the same! Sheâ" He suddenly stopped, his gaze locking onto your eyes with an intensity that felt like a predator sizing up prey.
"I never realized your eyes were the most beautiful."
He extended his right arm, the gun pointed at you. You didn't hesitate. You pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed. The bullet struck his shoulder, the impact forcing him to stagger back and fall to the ground. The young woman seized the chance to escape. You holstered your weapon, quickly moved forward, picked up the gun he'd dropped, and cuffed him, ignoring his howls and curses.
On the flight back, you were in the same seat as before, staring out at the clouds, the book in your hands lingering on the same page for a long time. Emily took the seat opposite you.
"Ah, Cat's Cradle. I like that one too. Stayed up all night reading it in high school."
"I make a habit of packing a book," you said. "There's always time on the road that needs filling."
"So, after your first case, how does working for the BAU feel?"
"Definitely different from my old job, but⌠I think I'm adapting well," you answered. "Everyone's been great. Lewis and JJ have looked out for me, Agent Rossi too. Luke and Dr. Reid are interesting."
"You were in Homicide before?"
"Then you must have handled quite a variety of murder cases."
"Well⌠they don't quite compare to BAU cases. We mostly dealt with standalone homicides. Sometimes the killer would turn themselves in before we even had key evidence. And most were first-time offenders, leaving plenty of traces."
She nodded in acknowledgment. You shared an unexpected, mutual smile, unsure what to say next.
"Your eyes really are very beautiful."
"Thank you, Ma'am. So are yours."
