#( agent squared. )

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@ofgclaxies​ L I K E D for a starter ! ! ! 

it had been thanks to myka that emily  had had the opportunity to see helena  one more time. after irene showed up in her apartment, the agent had been able to at least process all the events that had transpired. she had lost helena for now. . . but being able to see her gave emily an ounce of hope that it wouldn’t be forever. she was visiting the warehouse team briefly, after having completed a case a state over. she was going to see if she could grab a few of helena’s things in the meantime- keepsakes of the love she missed  so greatly. she strolled up to the other agent with a soft smile, ❝ hey, myka i um- i wanted to thank you. i know that you were the  reason i got to see her again. . . or- or at least her consciousness again. ❞ normally emily wasn’t a physical person, but she reached out and hugged myka nonetheless. doing her best to not get emotional, emily sighed,   ❝ do you guys have any idea what’s going to happen to her ? ❞ 

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@ofgclaxies​ :  ( sorry not sorry i need the alternate universe feelings )

it had been so many months since emily had last seen helena. since she had last stepped foot in the entire country, let alone the state of south dakota. she had stepped out of her vehicle with hands already trembling. emily prentiss was never the type to be nervous, but the unending guilt eating away as her insides was enough to make her want to go back into hiding. maybe helena was better off that way... however- the agent knew that she could never live without seeing her one last time. perhaps there would be more opportunities left for them, but she didn’t know how helena was going to react. she was supposed to be dead.  there had been a funeral... her picture was even up on the wall of fallen agents at quantico. being a profiler wouldn’t help her in this situation, unfortunately, no matter how well she thought she knew helena. she strode up the stairs, one by one- every step bringing her anxiety closer and closer. the b&b was currently empty, she presumed that everyone was bustling about as usual. emily had a strong feeling that helena would be in her room, after having done some digging- she wasn’t supposed to be on a mission right now. the woman’s pretty  face was probably nestled in a book, gaze focused on absorbing the information or story on the page. the image crossing her mind made her heart long and ache for the woman who was presumably down the hall in front of  her.  she was sure to tread quietly, akin to how she would enter a supposed area of interest on a case. when there was nothing but a door between her and her former lover, emily could feel the now-healed scars on her body begin to burn, as a reminder of how they had been separated. raising her right arm to knock twice,  her knuckles rapped off the polished wood as her voice croaked out, uttering nothing but her favourite name in the world, ❝ h-helena ? ❞ emily swallowed uncomfortably, her heart pounding, and tears already beginning to sting along her waterline.