Summary: Emily Prentiss x GN!Reader. Emily comes home. Fluff.
Word Count: 535
A/N: A little Emily Prentiss fluff I whipped up because I needed something cute and happy<3 Hope you all like it! It’s only short and I wrote it in like an hour so pls excuse any mistakes.
Emily makes her way through the house, taking off her shoes, dumping her bags, and locking away her gun as quietly as possible in hopes of not disturbing you from sleep.
It’s late, or early depending on how you look at time. She’d been in San Diego for the last five days and had landed back in Virginia just before midnight. She sent the rest of the team home to their families, and even though she wanted nothing more than to come home and see you, she’d spent two more hours finalising case reports.
“Hey, Sergio.” She whispers, pausing to pick up the cat and give him a cuddle. He purrs loudly.
“Ssh, you’ll wake Y/N up.” She chastises, stroking him softly before returning him to the cat tree. He looks offended at being placed down and Emily shakes the hanging feather in an attempt to distract him. He pounces at it, and with a satisfied smirk, Emily makes her way into the bedroom.
You’re fast asleep, wrapped up in the covers and she gets changed as quickly and quietly as possible before sliding into bed beside you.
She watches you for a moment, allowing all the tension to leave her body as she takes note of your even breathing. She can’t resist leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to your temple and she winces when it causes you to stir.
“Em?” You mumble, still half asleep.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
“S’all good.” You yawn, “Missed you.”
“I missed you too.” She pulls your body into her and you release a content sigh as you snuggle in. Emily places another kiss on your temple, a soft smile spreading across her lips. “I love you.”
You hum and finally open your eyes, “Love you more.”
She loves your eyes. She could easily get lost in them. The way they always twinkled made her heart thump in her chest still, after two years together.
“I’m taking you out for the day tomorrow.”
“No work?” You question, a hopeful smile lighting up your face.
“I’m all yours for the next two days.”
“Perfect.” You hum and pull her in for a soft kiss. Emily smiles against your lips.
“Sleep first.” You order, snuggling back into her arms and eliciting a small chuckle from her.
It doesn’t take you long to fall back asleep and Emily enjoys the feeling of having you back in her arms as the scent of your shampoo fills her senses and she listens to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. She allows it to soothe her to sleep, her final thought being of the ring hidden in the safe that she was finally going to present to you tomorrow.
It had taken her a long time to find you, and now she had, she knew you were the person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.
Growing old with you sounded like heaven.
She wanted to be your wife.
It had a nice ring to it - Emily L/N or even Y/N Prentiss. Emily wasn’t exactly fussy.
Just as long as she got to keep you in her arms and call you hers, she would be happy.
seaver isn’t bad, she just didn’t get the time for the character development she deserved. i understand the bitterness because of her being jj’s ‘replacement’ but she didn’t deserve the hatred she got...
AGREED. she and her story had so much potential, I wanted to see her relationship with Rossi grow into some kind of father and daughter thing. We’re robbed
This is the morning after of this prompt, which I know a few people wanted to see.
48. “You make me want things I can’t have.”
Kara wakes up in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar hotel room with an absolutely pounding headache,and oh, Rao, that’s the last time she’s going to be going to the alien bar and drinking some of that super potent rum that never fails to make her head spin.
She’d just felt… so lonely, last night, watching Alex and Maggie flirt over a pool table, and she’d known that Mon-El, chatting up someone else across the room, would’ve jumped at the chance to be with her, instead, but… he just isn’t the one that’s always been on her mind, lately.
No, that would be the tiny blonde with the huge personality, the boss that had walked out of CatCo and left Kara behind, and –
Oh.
No.
Oh, Rao.
Memories from the previous night wash over her like a rainstorm – she remembers thinking of Cat, wishing that Cat were there beside her,remembers pulling out her phone and thoughtlessly dialling Cat’s number, and she’d answered, and Kara had probably said, oh, no, so many things that she absolutely should not have, and –
“Oh, good.” A voice speaks, and Kara whirls around (a terrible decision, in hindsight, because her stomach roils and if this is what a hangover feels like then Kara’s never drinking again), to find Cat sitting at a small table a few feet away from the bed, wrapped in a ridiculously fluffy robe and lifting a mug of coffee to her lips. “You’re awake.”
“I…” Kara trails off, mind going blank at the sight of Cat Grant, in all her glory, illuminated by the morning sunlight streaming in through the balcony doors behind her, face bare of make-up, vulnerable in a way she’s never allowed herself to be in-front of Kara, before, and Kara thinks she’s the most remarkable thing she’s ever seen. “I am so sorry.”
“Oh, so you do remember?” Cat quirks a single eyebrow upwards as she puts down the tablet she’d been reading from and stretches to lean back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other and Kara can’t help but let her gaze flutter down to the exposed skin of Cat’s thigh, left bare as the robe rides up her leg. “I wasn’t sure if you were blackout drunk, or just regular drunk.” Cat doesn’t sound impressed, and Kara winces at her tone of her voice. “Also, your phone has been buzzing non-stop for the past two hours. At least, I think it’s your phone.” Cat’s eyes flicker towards the supersuit, discarded on the floor, and Kara looks at it with growing horror. “I assume it’s hidden in a pocket somewhere.”
“Um…” Kara can only look at her suit for one long, dumb, moment, and Cat heaves a heavy sigh.
“I swear to god, Kara, if you’re about to tell me that I imagined you floating onto my balcony last night - ”
“I’m not,” she interrupts, because she knows there’s no point in denying it now. “That’s just… not how I imagined you finding out.”
“Oh, please, I’ve known for months,” Cat scoffs. “You didn’t really think your little stunt double had me fooled for long, did you? Don’t insult me.” Cat sounds annoyed, and really, Kara can’t blame her. “But would you please answer the damn phone before I throw it out the window?”
That snaps her into action, and she climbs gingerly to her feet, wincing as a wave of nausea rolls over her once she’s upright. She grits her teeth and powers through, though, leaning down to snatch up her suit and fishes her phone out of her pocket, sighing when she sees that her sister’s calling her for the twelfth time.
“Hey.”
“Hey?!” Alex answers immediately, voice tight with worry. “Are you kidding me right now? Kara, I thought you were dead.”
“Don’t be so dramatic,” Kara huffs, falling back down onto the bed, wondering where Cat had slept last night – she remembers flashes of the night before, but not everything, and she dreads to think what she’d said to Cat, what got her to fly out here. “I just… overslept.”
“Oh really?” Alex asks, the words laced with scepticism. “Because I’m standing in your apartment right now and you’re nowhere to be found. I didn’t even see you leave the bar last night, where did you go? Are you with Mon-El? I tried him too, but he didn’t pick up.”
“Oh, god no.” Kara shudders at the thought.
“Then where the hell are you?”
“Look, I can’t talk right now, okay? I have… something to take care of.” She flicks her gaze over to Cat, who’s back to reading her tablet, lips pursed as her eyes scan across the screen. “I’ll speak to you later.”
“Kara - ”
She hangs up, cutting her sister off, and silences her phone before tossing it behind her on the bed.
“Do hangovers always feel this terrible?” She asks Cat, knowing there’s a whine in her voice, and she watches as the other woman’s lips twitch in amusement.
“Yes.” Cat sets her tablet down again and pushes her reading glasses to the top of her head. “I’d offer you an Advil, but I doubt they’d do anything for that super metabolism of yours.”
“Probably not,” Kara agrees, with a sigh. “I guess I deserve to suffer, though. After barging in on you like this, and all.”
“Mm.” Cat is watching her closely, pinning Kara in place with the laser-focus of those green, green eyes. “Just out of curiosity, how much of last night do you remember?”
“Um…” Kara trails off, running a hand across her face as she desperately tries to cast her mind back. “Only bits and pieces. I remember calling you, and saying I… I wanted to see you.” She swallows around those words, reluctant to say them aloud, because what a fool she must have made of herself, pining over herboss, flying across the country to see her and forcing her way into her hotel room, and Cat must’ve been too polite to turn her away. “I remember flyinghere, but not falling asleep.”
“So you don’t remember what you said?”
“No,” Kara admits, and something flashes across Cat’s face, too fleeting for Kara to identify. “But I can probably guess. I made a fool out of myself, didn’t I?”
Cat watches her for long moment, and there’s a muscle twitching in her cheek that tells Kara that she’s thinking very carefully about what she’sgoing to say next. “No, Kara,” she says, eventually, her voice soft. “You didn’t.”
“But you’re not going to tell me what I did say?” She guesses, and she sighs when Cat shakes her head.
“I think that would be for the best.”
That makes Kara worry, but she doesn’t press, because maybe she’d made Cat uncomfortable last night – maybe those lingering glances she’d sometimes seen Cat throw her, or the upward tick in her heartbeat whenever Kara stepped a little too close didn’t really mean anything, and Cat doesn’t see her as anything more than her annoying millennial assistant.
“Can I use your shower before I go?” She asks, instead, and she swears that there’s something like disappointment in Cat’s gaze before she nods, and Kara wonders if Cat had wanted, or expected, her to press for further details.
“Of course.”
She escapes to the bathroom and cranks up the heat on the fancy-looking shower within, letting the room fill with steam before she steps under the spray, and it’s hot enough to burn a human but for her it’s just hot enough for her to be able to feel it sink into her skin.
It helps her hangover, her headache lifting by the time she turns off the water, and she’s towelling herself off when the rest of last night’s memories hit her like a train.
“You said we could talk about it in the morning.” Kara’s tone is more than a little accusing as she hurries out of the bathroom, barely rememberingto pull on her borrowed pyjamas before confronting Cat, who stares up at her, an unreadable expression on her face.
“I thought you didn’t remember?”
“Yeah, well, I just did.” Kara folds her arms across her chest and sets her jaw. “And you can tell me that you were just trying to spare my feelings, if you want, but… you told me that I wasn’t barking up the wrongtree, and I don’t think you were lying.”
“Kara…” There’s a warning tone in Cat’s voice, but Kara ignores it, wants to press, wants to know exactly what’s on Cat’s mind.
“Don’t. Don’t just… brush me off. I want you to be honest with me. I need you to be honest with me.”
“Honestly?” Cat asks, tilting her head up to meet Kara’s gaze, and sighing when she nods. “Honestly, I can’t stop thinking about you, either. I left National City to dive, that’s true, but also because… because you make me want things that I can’t have.”
“Why?” Kara falls to her knees in-front of where Cat sits and takes her hands within her own. “You can have me. You’ve always been able to have me.”
“Oh, Kara.” Cat’s eyes are sad as they look down at her, and she lifts one of her hands away from Kara’s to cup her cheek, instead, and Kara’s eyes flutter closed at the contact, Cat’s skin soft against her own. “If only it were that simple.”
“It can be,” Kara insists, leaning closer, so close that she can feel the heat of Cat’s body, so tantalisingly close to her own. “I’m not your assistant anymore.”
“People would still talk - ”
“Then let them,” Kara cuts in, the words confident, because she doesn’t care what people whisper about her when her back is turned, and she knows Cat doesn’t, either.
“And you’re still half my age - ”
“Age is just a number.”
“And I’m about to move halfway across the country - ”
“So we’ll be long distance for a while,” Kara shrugs. “It took me what, ten minutes to fly here last night? When I wasn’t even trying to be fast.”
“And when people start to notice that Supergirl keeps frequenting the same hotel room?”
“I’ll be careful. No-one will see me coming.” She’ll do anything to keep Cat safe; that is something she’s sure of.
“Do you have an answer to everything?” Cat asks, around a laugh, and that’s a sound that Kara would like to hear on repeat every day for the rest of her life.
“When it comes to you and me?” Kara asks, squeezing the hand that’s still wrapped in her own. “Yes. Now, I want an answer from you – do you want to be with me? I know it won’t be easy, and we’ll have to fight for it, but… don’t you think it will be worth it, in the end?”
Cat answers her with a kiss, soft and chaste under the golden rays of the rising sun, and it feels like coming home.
okay so like Criminal minds is going to be my go to comfort show, the thing i watch when i dont know what else to do or need background like it is my SHOW
but supergirl really has me when it comes to ship but this aint about that soooo
1 - How long ago did you start reading fanfiction? Writing fanfiction?
man i’ve been reading fics since early middle school (it was star tr.ek voyager J/C fics 😳😳)
and i’ve been writing fics since uhh sophomore year of highschool?? so that’s about 7 years-ish
5 - What are your fanfic pet peeves? Do they have a huge effect on whether or not you decide to read something?
i can’t stand first person fics. it always takes me out of it. i can’t stand when a fic is VERY ooc - i can ignore slight ooc, but if it’s a different character then i cant.
for reader inserts, i dont like when reader is just. needlessly sassy and bitchy. like some attitude is okay but there’s only so much i can take. also, obviously, when the reader character is given too many descriptions
7 - Do you prefer to read short fics or long fics?
probably short fics, but i guess that just depends on what u define short as.
but on average, i’d prefer to read a 1k fic over a 10k fics
I can write from pretty much EVERYWHERE but my favorite one is: from my bed. I can spend hours writing from my bed, with pillows and cats and either a glass of wine or a cup of tea on the nightstand.
19. First line of a WIP you’re working on.
“The sun is barely hinting behind the Rockies when Cat steps on her porch with a steaming cup of coffee in her hand.“
... from the infamous RDR2 Supercat fic I’m currently writing. First line out of almost 40K words, still ongoing.
Summary: Alex Blake x Reader. There’s nothing like a tragedy to get someone to confess their feelings (and also maybe a little bit of jealousy). Fluff! Set after 200 (9x14).
A/N: Hey, I finally finished a fic! Just a short one, and It’s actually fluff instead of angst so you’re welcome. As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Emily slides in next to you at the bar, watching the team all laughing and joking together after JJ’s rescue. She passes you a drink which you gratefully accept.
“Thank you.”
“Not a problem,” She smirks, that smirk that you know means she’s up to no good.
“What did you do?” You ask, whine seeping into your voice. It was never anything good.
She huffs, “Why do I have to have done something?
“Emily,” You warn, and she just smirks.
“Blake seems nice.”
Your eyes widen as panic courses through you, “Don’t you dare! I only told you about that because you were far enough away in London that you couldn’t meddle.”
“Please, like the team doesn’t know.” She huffs. “Both of you have been making eyes at each other since we got here.”
“They don’t, and we haven’t.” You stare into your drink instead of looking at Emily, “She doesn’t like me like that.”
She scoffs, “Okay, then explain why she’s been subtly looking in our direction ever since I came over.”
Your head snaps up, and you meet Alex’s eyes before she quickly looks away and returns to her conversation with Rossi. You shake your head.
“We talk about you a lot. She’s probably just interested in getting to know you.”
“Or she’s jealous.”
It’s your turn to scoff, “Yeah, right.”
“Maybe we should do something, see if she reacts to it.” She wiggles her brows.
You roll your eyes, “What like make out?” You laugh but Emily smirks.
“I mean you suggested it.”
“Really, Prentiss?” You give her a sharp push to her shoulder, and she releases a loud laugh.
Her eyes sparkle, as she shoots you her flirty smirk which you just roll your eyes at releasing a chuckle of your own.
“How long until you leave again?”
She looks at her watch, “About five hours.”
“I’m counting down the minutes.”
She scoffs, her face full of faux hurt. “You wound me.”
“Uh-huh, why don’t you go tease Morgan about the girl he’s seeing that he thinks we don’t know about.”
Her eyes light with interest, and she immediately turns to her target, “Oi, Morgan!” She shouts. He turns around, along with the rest of the team. “What’s this about you having a girlfriend?”
His face drops before he glares at you. You hold the hand not holding your drink up in defence as the team all laugh and Emily approaches him.
You sigh in relief grateful to have found her someone else to tease. You take a sip of your drink as Alex makes her way over. She hovers, looking slightly unsure if she wants to be here.
“So, you and Prentiss, huh?”
Your eyes widen in surprise, “No, no, no.” You shake your head for added emphasis, “We’re just friends.”
Alex looks shocked, “The two of you never?”
“Nope.”
You see the relief settle into her shoulders and she smiles more genuinely at you. “Oh.”
“Even if I did want to, which I don’t, it would have been futile. She’s too in love with JJ to notice anyone else.”
Alex doesn’t look surprised, and if it’s obvious to her who’s only seen them interact today, you aren’t sure how Will doesn’t know.
“Love’s weird.” She sighs, looking out at the team.
“Yeah.”
Her eyes met yours, and there’s something in them that makes your heart start beating wildly.
You clear your throat and look away, signalling loosely in the teams’ direction, “Well, we should get back to everyone else.”
You go to step past her, but she grabs your wrist, “Wait,” She protests.
Her eyes dart between yours, momentarily dipping to your lips. She looks over her shoulder to the door before looking back at you.
“Come with me.”
“Okay, sure.” You say hesitantly.
Her hand slips into yours and she pulls you with her. You place your glass on a table as you pass and deliberately ignore the smirk Emily’s sending you.
You shiver as the cold night air hits you, but don’t slow down as Alex guides you past the few smokers and away from watchful eyes.
She takes a deep breath as she comes to a stop. Her nerves radiate off her in waves and your heart beats rapidly in your chest. You resist the urge to ask her what’s going on, knowing she was trying to figure out what to say. She doesn’t let go of your hand as she steps in close.
Her hand caresses your cheek, and your eyes fall close as you lean into the contact, “Everything that’s happened over the last 24 hours has helped me realise what’s important to me, and I don’t want to let an opportunity pass because I’m scared. So, I’m going to do something now, and if you don’t want or feel the same things I do, that’s okay. I just can’t go another day pretending.”
Your breath shakes as she steps in closer, her nose brushes against yours, and your heart is practically beating out of your chest as she lowers her lips to yours and softly kisses you.
She tries to step back to see your reaction, but you slide your hand up to grip at her neck and pull her straight back to your mouth.
You share soft, careful kisses. Both of you hesitant, but with more kisses, your confidence grows, and your hand leaves hers to grip at her hair. She makes a small noise in the back of her throat as her hands pull you in closer and the kisses grow deeper and hotter.
She pulls back when it becomes difficult to breathe. Her forehead rests against yours and you slowly open your eyes. You bite your lip to stop the wide smile from spreading across your lips. Her eyes sparkle.
“I feel the same way.” You say a little breathlessly. “And I have for a long time.”
She kisses you again.
You groan when she pulls away, “Prentiss is gonna be the worst.”
She frowns, and you can see a range of emotions flicker across her face, “I thought you said-”
“I did.” You soothe, holding her tightly so she can’t pull away. “She knew how I feel about you and she was trying to make you jealous by flirting with me. She knew I’d never make a move myself, so she wanted to trick you into.”
“Oh, it worked.” She chuckles as her hand strokes your side. “I thought maybe I’d lost my chance.”
“Never.” You sigh, and this time you’re the one to kiss her.
Summary: Alex Blake x Fem!Reader. Your crush on Alex is getting out of hand, so the team calls you out on it and tries to convince you to ask her out.
A/N: Hello! This is my first time writing for Alex, but I’ve been rewatching season 8 and completely feel in love with her all over again. I definitely will continue writing for her if people are interested. As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Fluff, light angst, and a little nsfw/smutty. James doesn’t exist in this fic but she’s still referred to as Blake because I forgot her maiden name was Miller.
Alex’s eyes flick to you as you step into the room, the door shuts behind you with a click that earns the attention of the students in the hall. Her speech doesn’t falter, drawing back the students to her lecture, she smiles at you though, subtlety telling you she’d be done in a few minutes.
You lean back against the wall and watch. This was the first time you’d seen her teach. You didn’t get the art of linguistics like she did, but you couldn’t help but be captivated by the passion in which she taught. She looked comfortable, confident, and relaxed. It was nice to see. At work there tended to be a constant furrow of her brows due to the stress of the cases, but here, none of that was present.
You didn’t want to admit it, but it was attractive. The way she controlled the room and quizzed her students with such confidence...Your schoolgirl crush had been active since the first time you met her but by god, this was going to spin it out of control.
“Okay, that’s all for today. I’ll see you next week.”
The students quickly pack up their stuff, the rustle of paper and bags along with the screeching of chairs filling the room. A few of them shoot you interested looks as they exit, their eyes falling to the gun strapped to your waist. You don’t pay them much attention as you push yourself off the wall and make your way to where Alex is packing up her own things.
“You were early.” She says in way of greeting. You lean against the table beside her and shrug.
“Wanted to finally see the legendary Dr Blake in action.”
She shakes her head with a small laugh, slipping the last papers into her bag before putting it onto her shoulder. She looks at your gun and arches her brow. “And you couldn’t leave that in your car?”
“Habit.” You shrug. You really hadn’t thought much about it to be honest, but the half-smile on her lips makes you happy you were wearing it. You liked making her smile.
“Right.” You stand up properly and you fall in step with her as you make your way out of the room and down the corridors towards your car. “So, what did you think?”
You tilt your head, a guilty smile crossing your lips. “Still not my thing, but if I was going to attend a linguistics lecture, you’d definitely be the tutor I’d pick.” oh my god were you flirting?
She looks at you with interest, humour in her eyes as she hums. “Well, there’s still time.”
Your cheeks tinge pink and you quickly avert your gaze, laughing lightly to try and cover up your reaction. Luckily, you’re at your car now, so you unlock the doors and slide in and by the time Alex has moved to get in the other side your cheeks are back to their normal colour.
“Thank you for this again.” She says as you strap your seatbelt on and put the keys into the ignition.
“It’s not a problem.” You smile. Her car had broken down a week ago and she’d been stuck relying on the subway and cabs to get around. It sucked, especially when she had days that switched between lecturing and at the BAU, so you’d ended up offering to give her lifts. She’d tried to refuse but you knew how frazzled she’d been every time she arrived. She’d eventually relented and accepted your offer to pick her up from Georgetown.
“Still, you didn’t have to.”
“I know, but I wanted to.”
Alex smiles, her eyes soft. The way your heart thumps in your chest has you scrambling for a change in conversation.
“Plus, it’s not for free.” She arches a brow as you smirk. “I want coffee and you’re buying.”
She breaks out into laughter as you pull out and onto the road.
---
After that, it becomes harder to ignore the butterflies in your stomach every time you see her. You felt ridiculous for letting the feelings take control, but you couldn’t help the way your eyes always travelled to where she was in the room. Her desk being opposite yours did not help.
It’s about two weeks later after she’s left for a class (she finally had her car back) that Spencer hesitantly approaches your desk. You look up at him with a frown, noticing the way his fingers were drumming against his leg.
“Is everything okay with you and Alex?” He asks sadness and concern deep in his voice. Your eyes widen slightly in surprise.
“Yeah, of course. Why?”
“You keep sending her these sad looks, and you won’t stop watching her. Do you not trust her? Did something happen?” He pressures, a slight dread to his tone. You knew how important Alex was to him, the idea that something was wrong would not do him good.
“Of course, I trust her. Nothing has happened. I promise.” You look around the room to make sure no one else is listening. JJ’s lips are sitting in a subtle smirk, but her eyes remain attached to the paperwork in front of her. She was obviously listening, and you didn’t know whether to be grateful or not that she hadn't joined the conversation. You look back to Spencer who’s frowning.
“Then why do you keep staring at her?”
“I don’t.” You try to refuse, but your cheeks are already turning pink.
“You do. When we’re in here working your eyes flick to her roughly every seven minutes.”
“Seven minutes? No that’s ridiculous.” oh god. oh god. oh god.
“Hers is about every 10. Although last Tuesday it nearly halved in time. She never looks sad though whereas you do.”
“Alex doesn’t stare at me.”
JJ chuckles from her desk, and finally stands up and makes her way over. “Game is over Y/N. You’ve been called out.”
“Game?” Spencer frowns, “What game?”
“The game is which both Y/N and Blake pretend they don’t have a thing for each other.”
“I don’t have a thing for Alex.” You bristle, but your cheeks betray you as they turn pink.
“Right, uh-huh.” JJ laughs.
Spencer’s eyes widen as the realisation hits him. “Oh.” He seems to turn an almost pale shade of green, obviously thinking about the woman who was practically a mother figure to him with someone wasn’t the nicest thing. “Well, uh, I think she feels the same.”
You scoff, “No she doesn’t because there isn’t a thing.”
Spencer smiles genuinely, “Last Tuesday, you wore a shirt that was a lower cut than normal. That was the day Alex wouldn’t stop staring at you. I didn’t make the connection until now. If she’s getting coffee, she’ll almost always offer to get you some too. On the jet, after a bad case, you always sit next to her because she makes you feel safe and relaxed. You listen to her talk about linguistics even though you find it boring. You both are constantly aware when the other is in the room. When-”
“Okay, okay, okay!” You shout, cutting off his ramble. “You win. There may be some feelings but it’s just a crush and I’ll get over it.”
“Or you could just ask her out?” JJ laughs.
You shake your head, “No. We work together. It would be unprofessional, and really uncomfortable for everyone if it didn’t work out. Plus, just because she looks at me occasionally doesn’t mean she likes me like that.”
You did silently feel proud that Alex hadn’t been able to stop looking at you when you wore that shirt, but you could find someone attractive without wanting to date them so really it didn’t mean anything.
“You smile more when she’s around. You should ask her out.” Spencer says, rocking on the balls of his feet slightly.
You sigh and shake your head, but he continues before you can speak. “We should tell the people we care about that we care about them. You both deserve to be happy.” A shadow crosses his face before he pulls a smile back to his lips.
JJ clears her throat, “Spence is right. Ask her out.”
You look between them for a moment and then release a long dramatic sigh, “Fine. Okay. I’ll do it.”
JJ claps her hand while Spencer smiles. You can only groan.
---
The next morning the team is called to Colorado for a case. JJ keeps sending you looks, and Derek won’t stop smirking which means he knows and by extension, Penelope probably too (though she’s yet to say anything). She’s terrible at keeping secrets which means your days are numbered until Alex finds out.
“Why do they keep looking at you?” Alex asks quietly from beside you on the jet. You shoot JJ a glare and turn to face Alex. Your heart immediately starts pounding in your chest when you realise just how close her face is to yours. You clear your throat as you turn away.
“Who knows.” You shrug, burying your face into the book in your hands. Alex watches you for a moment longer before turning back to her own book.
You glare at JJ again over the top of your book and Alex pretends not to notice.
The second the jet hits the floor you’re in case mode. It’s not until the evening that you finally get to sit down properly. Everyone’s still at the police station waiting for the dinner that Rossi and Derek had gone to collect.
You collapse into a chair and yawn, rubbing your eyes tiredly.
“Here,” Alex says as she approaches, holding out a fresh cup of coffee.
“You’re a godsend, Alexandra Blake.” You release a satisfied sigh as you accept the cup and take a sip. Alex moves to sit in the chair beside you arching her brow.
“Alexandra, huh? No one has called me that in a long time.”
You shrug, “It’s a pretty name.”
“It means-”
“Defender of Mankind.” You cut her off and enjoy the impressed look she sends you. “Did my research.”
“I’m proud.”
You roll your eyes, “Please, looking up a few name meanings isn’t exactly difficult, so don’t get your hopes up.”
“My hopes are officially low, don’t you worry.” She smirks and takes a sip of her own coffee before looking back at you. “What other names did you look up?”
“Mine and the rest of the teams. Couldn’t have you thinking you're special.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” She holds your gaze, and it isn’t until JJ enters the room saying something about the food being here that she looks away.
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The case only lasts a few days and before you know it, you’re back on the jet on your way back to Quantico.
Penelope’s waiting in the squad room, practically jumping on her feet as she welcomes you all. Her eyes flick between you and Alex with absolutely no subtlety and you have to suppress a sigh.
She follows you to your desk and you pray she doesn’t question you with Alex still in the room.
“So?” She asks as you take a seat at your desk. She’s trying to talk quietly but in Garcia’s terms, that’s just normal volume. You look at Alex who’s standing by JJ’s desk, her eyes meet yours and she smiles at you with a slight furrow of her brows. You look back to Penelope.
“No.”
Penelope’s face drops, “Why did she say no? You’re amazing and wonderful and-”
“She didn’t say anything. I didn’t ask.” You turn back to your desk, busying yourself with papers that didn’t actually need your attention. You just wanted her to drop this before Alex’s suspicions that something was wrong were confirmed.
“Well, why not?” She moans.
You release a frustrated groan, “We were on a case, I couldn’t exactly ask her while standing over a dead body.”
“Obviously not, but there were evenings. You could have asked her over dinner or on the jet or literally any other time.”
“Maybe I don’t want to.” You growl, dropping the papers to your desk and turning around to glare at Penelope.
“You said you would!”
“Seriously? Do any conversations stay private in this place?”
“Not when you have them in the squad room,” Alex says as she approaches, Penelope spins around her face frozen in a way that tells Alex she was definitely the topic of conversation. “Everything okay?” She focuses on you, her brows furrowed in concern and you have to look away.
“Yeah, it’s nothing. It’s late and I’m tired so I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” You push yourself up from your desk, grabbing your bag and avoiding both their eyes as you hurry out of the room.
You’re nearly at the elevator when Alex catches up with you. “Y/N, what’s going on?”
You shake your head, your eyes not leaving the elevator as you wait for it to hurry up and arrive. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Can I give you a lift home?” Alex offers.
“I’ll be fine. Thank you though.”
“Please. You shouldn’t drive home if you’re that tired.” You meet her concerned gaze and after a long moment of consideration, you sigh.
“Okay. Sure.”
You expect her to start questioning you the second the doors close, but she doesn’t and you’re relieved. Instead, you both just talk like normal. The conversation comes to an end on the drive home though, and you fall into a comfortable silence. Your eyes remain fixed to the window instead of on her as you debate asking the question everyone wanted you to ask.
You frown when she drives past the turning to your house, “Hey, we just drove-”
“I know.” She cuts you off, eyes not drifting from the road. You release a resigned sigh and sink back into the chair. It wouldn’t do any good to argue with her.
You’re only half surprised when you arrive at her house. She parks and turns off the ignition without a word, and you follow her lead as you make your way into her house. You take your shoes and coat off just as she does and follow her through to her kitchen.
“Tea?”
“Sure.” You agree, leaning back against the counter as she begins making it. It’s silent between you and her, the only sound is the whirring of the kettle and the nervous tapping of your fingers against your arm.
“Here you go.” She passes you the cup before leaning back on the island counter opposite you.
“Thank you.” You take a sip and hum, “Is this from Emily’s tea of the month thing?”
“Yes, Penelope gives me some every time it arrives. This one is my favourite so far.”
You nod, not sure how else to respond. It’s silent for a moment before Alex speaks. “So, do you want to tell me what’s going on?”
You sigh, “It’s just the team trying to get involved in stuff that isn’t any of their business, and you know them, Penelope especially, the second they get their hands on a bit of gossip…” You roll your eyes.
“The bureau thrives off it.” She places her cup of tea down on the counter beside her before crossing her arms and looking at you with a thoughtful expression, “You didn’t quite answer my question though. This gossip, it’s about us, right?”
Her tone leaves no room for argument. You sigh and place your own cup on the side. There was no point in lying to her, and you didn’t want to. “Spencer came to me a few days ago because he thought that we weren’t getting along.”
She frowns, “That wouldn’t cause this amount of gossip because it’s obviously not true. Why would he think that?”
“I know.” You sigh, rubbing at your neck and not quite meeting her eyes. “Uh, so, apparently I look at you a lot and he thought that that meant I didn’t trust you or we’d had an argument or something. I explained that wasn’t the case, but he insisted something must be wrong and then JJ was there and teasing me about it all and it all spiralled out of control and before I knew it, I was agreeing to something that I didn’t want to agree to, not because I didn’t want to ask, but because I was scared that if I do ask that it’ll change things or ruin things and I don’t want-”
“Y/N,”
“-that to happen. I knew you’d find out anyway though, I’m terrible at lying and Penelope can’t keep a secret to save her life and you’re an amazing profiler and I just don’t want to ruin things between us just because I have a giant crush on you and am scared to ask you out on a date. I understand if you’re uncomfortable now.”
“Y/N, honey, look at me.” She comes closer, her hand touching your chin to try and get you to lift your head. You resist. “Please.”
The plea gets you to lift your head. She’s smiling and your heart flutters.
“I’m going to kiss you now, okay?” You can only nod and then she’s gripping your neck and pulling you in. The first brush of her lips has your heart pounding, and then there’s another and another and another and your hands grip onto her blazer and her fingers brush the hair at the base of your head and all you can breathe, and smell is her and it’s amazing.
She pulls back all too soon, and you make a small noise of protest which has her smirking. Your cheeks are flushed and both of you are breathing a little deeply. Her hand leaves your neck to wrap around your waist.
“W-why?”
“For a profiler, you suck at reading the cues when someone is interested in you.”
“I don’t, I just didn’t want to assume or-”
“Y/N, my first case in Seattle, one of the detectives spent the whole case trying to flirt with you and you didn’t see it.”
“She was just being friendly.”
“Right because it would be totally normal for me to tell Dave he has really pretty eyes while
touching his arm.”
“I-fine. Okay.” You pout. Alex suppresses her smile by biting on her lip and your eyes immediately zero in on the action. Your tongue swipes over your lips. “I need you to kiss me again.”
Her own tongue swipes over her lips before she dips her head, her nose brushes against yours. Her breath hitting your lips. “I think it’s your turn.”
You take a heavy breath as your hand slides up to grip her neck. Your eyes flick to hers, enjoying her darkened gaze before you close the final bit of distance between you. There’s none of the hesitancy of last time, just kisses that quickly heat up as your hands move to grip at her hair and she pushes you back into the counter.
Her leg slides between yours causing a whine to escape your lips. Alex wastes no time in taking control of the kiss, her tongue sweeping against yours as you begin to squirm against her knee.
“Alex.” You moan as her lips begin to leave a trail of kisses down your neck. “Please, Alex.”
“Please what?”
“I-uh, oh.” You groan as her teeth scrape your neck and her hand begins to make its way under your shirt.
“Use your words.” She smirks.
“Bed. Please.”
“It’s not a sentence, but I’ll make an exception for you.”
You hum as she captures your lips in a toe-curling kiss before completely stepping away. You feel lost without the contact.
“Come on honey, follow me.”
You don’t need to be told twice as you quickly hurry after her, grabbing her hand and twisting her back into you before kissing her deeply. It’s her time to moan against your lips.
“Yeah, sweetheart. Follow me.” You smirk, stepping away before quickly making your way to her bedroom as Alex follows behind you.
