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The team eventually finds out that Emily Prentiss is actually alive after she 'dies' and upon her return, the team finds out that you, a fellow member of the team, and Emily have been secretly married. Emily Prentiss x Wife!Reader

It's been weeks since anyone could get more than two words out of you. The death of Emily hit you harder than it hit anyone else, even though the team went through their own share of grief after losing her. She sits at the conference table next to Spencer, looking up at a very disheveled-looking Hotch. "What's this all about?" Morgan asks, "Seven months ago I made a decision that affected this team. As you all know, Emily lost a lot of blood after her fight with Doyle. However the doctors were able to stabilize her,"

You glance up from where you're sitting and a light returns to your eyes that had been gone for months. "What?" "She was airlifted out of the States. Her identity was strictly need-to-know. Once she was well enough to leave the hospital, she was given several identities and moved to Paris. None of these identities we had access to,"

Y/N stands up, fully backing away from the table, arms wrapped around herself. "What the hell, Hotch?" Morgan demands and JJ wraps an arm around you, though you feel as though you could faint if Hotch said another word.

"Baby, you alright?" Morgan then asks as he and Rossi glance to look at you and the tears streaming down your face, "What the hell!?" You then exclaim, nearly going up to get in Hotch's face.

"We buried a body!" You yell, your hand being dragged back by Penelope, though the tears are welt up in her eyes as well, "I'm sorry...I take full responsibility," "No! That's not good enough! You made us and me grieve and think we would never see her again! You made us mourn!" "I know she was your roommate, Y/L/N. I'm sorry"

"I'm actually her wife," A voice says,

Silence falls in the room as everyone looks up to see Emily standing there in the doorway. Just as you remembered her as if no time had passed. Her shoulder-length hair, dark eyes, perfect lips and nose. "Emily," You breathe, and before anyone can react to what Prentiss just said, you had walked across the room and kissed her as forcefully as you could manage.

Her hands touch the sides of your face, cradling your skin. Never in a million years had either of you ever thought you'd get to kiss in Quantico...or even outside your home.

Now an awe had fallen over the group not only at the sight of Emily being alive but at the fact that two agents on the same team had been in a relationship all this time. Two women who seemingly were the closest of friends, but nothing more. Even Hotch's face had a look of shock nobody had ever seen him have before.