Computer Whiz
Agent Emily Prentiss, a dedicated FBI agent known for her tenacity and precision, finds herself in a whirlwind of danger and emotion when her latest investigation collides with her personal life.
TW: angst, computer crimes, mention of pedophiles
There was only one person whom Emily truly felt safe with and that was her girlfriend Y/n. Y/n was a ray of sunshine and love in her life and coming home to you after a dark case made her days easier.
You were always there to welcome her home with a tight hug, a cheek kiss, and a whispered, "I missed you Em." You worked from home most of the time so her crazy schedule wasn't an issue.
You were a computer analyst for the Department of Defense, you were up there with Penelope when it came to computers and technology. You could hack into chatroom, computer, phone, blog, anything. You had an office in your shared apartment with 3 monitors and a setup that would make any tech nerd drool.
You were working away at your desk on cracking open a chatroom for an underground weapons ring when Emily came in the door, "Y/n, I'm home love." You didn't answer so she assumed you were focused, she was right. As she turned the corner into your office the sight in front of her made her feel weak in the knees.
You were sitting in your chair with one leg pulled up under your other leg. You were wearing her FBI hoodie, leggings, and the banana socks she bought you as a gag gift. The messy bug on top of your head made it apparent to her that you have been here for a while. "Hi, love." You could hear the dopey-ass smile in her voice.
Finally stopping your work you turned your chair around to face her, "Hi honey." She walked over to you before leaning down to give you the sweetest kiss you've ever had, the kind of kiss that makes your head spin around. She cupped your face with her hands before pulling away.
She held your face and just looked at you like she was trying to memorize every millimeter of you. Your eyes just watched her eyes as they slowly scanned your face. "Do you want to run and grab our dinner while I finish?"
She frowned, "I was hoping you would let me watch you again. It's fun watching you work." How could you ever say no to her, she had this look in her eyes that drove you crazy and she knew it.
"Fine, but you can't profile the case." You pointed a finger at her as she pulled up a chair beside yours.
"Fuck yes, I'm in."
Your finger kept moving furiously, "I need to download all of this now before I get kicked out." A ding came from your computer and you threw your hands in the air. "New record bitches. They really need to learn it only takes me 3 seconds to get everything."
Emily just stared at you in awe, there were about 50 different codes and buttons pushed in those 3 seconds. "I will never understand how you and Penelope do that." She chuckled at herself and you beamed at her.
"Dinner?" She nodded and stood up pulling you from your chair. She wrapped her arms around your waist, fingers gripping your hips.
She leaned in close and whispered in your ear, "I think I know what I want to eat now." Your breath hitched and you craned your neck to expose it to her, she took the bait and started leaving sloppy kisses down your neck.
The next week, Emily was sitting at her desk trying to find a single clue in her case. A computer whiz was hacking into pedophile chatrooms and finding their addresses. This person was then hiring hitmen to take them out. Looking at the messages sent to the hitmen trying to find something, anything.
There was a soft knock on her door, Penelope timidly stuck her head in, "Em we have an issue." She sat in a chair in front of her desk, file in hand.
Prentiss set down her pen immediately noticing how serious Pen looked, "What's going on Garcia?"
Penelope swallowed hard and handed the file to Emily. "Y/n is our unsub." Emily threw open the file looking for a way for it to not be true. "I was trying to find the IP address of the person contacting the hitmen, which was difficult because she was using a device to bounce her IP around every 20 seconds. However, I was able to get through the device and it pinged in your apartment for almost a minute. Unless it's just a coincidence, she is our unsub."
Penelope looked up at Emily from her heels, Emily had a single tear on her cheek.
The map showed so clearly apartment 3B, the most left corner where your office is. Emily's heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest, this could not be happening.
"No no no no." You kept repeating the word no like a mantra. The alert on your computer still going off, letting you know that Garcia broke your security system.
"Fuck!" You had 20 minutes tops to get the fuck out of there. You threw your most important items in a bag and opened up your computer to a Word document.
Hands shaky and teary you typed out a letter for your Emily, you knew her heart was broken by now. The letter was full of apologies for breaking her trust, for letting her love you, for running away. As you booked it towards the door of your apartment you stopped for a moment looking at the picture of you and Emily above the kitchen doorway.
She had her head thrown back laughing as you were telling a story to JJ. Both of your smiles were wide, eyes sparkling with love. Rossi can be seen in the background smiling at the two of you. You took the photo off the wall and shoved it into your bag.
As the apartment door shut behind you, you were officially on the run. Feet heavy, palms sweaty. You could hear the sirens coming towards the building, you got into the second car you had without Emily knowing and slinked out of the parking lot.
It wasn't long before you were caught and thrown into the back of an SUV. Alvez didn't say a word outside of your Miranda Rights the entire ride to Quantico where you knew Emily was waiting. As the doors to the elevator opened she stood there. Arms crossed around her chest, eyes visibly puffy and red. She stared into you with an anger you had never seen before, how could you?
Emily's head was going a million miles a minute trying to find a way for you to not be responsible. As Alvez walked down the hall to the interrogation room you saw Emily holding a printout of the letter you wrote to her. Luke didn't bother cuffing your hands to the table, you wouldn't hurt any of them, you wouldn't even think about it.
You could feel Emily's eyes on you from the other side of the glass. You could guess exactly where her head is at, questioning every part of your relationship, looking for signs. She wouldn't find any, she never had any reason to believe this was going on.
Emily stared at the guilt so apparent on your face. She knew you truly believed you would never get caught, you are the smartest person she knows. There was a lot of hurt circling her mind. Not only did you do this, but you hid it so well from her.
She trusts you more than anyone on this planet, more than she trusts herself, and you hid this.
Emily took a deep breath in and then entered the room. Your eyes shot from your hands to her face, trying to read her. She sat at the other side of the table, hands in her lap, file on the table. "Y/n, why?"
You could hear the broken trust in her voice, "I don't truly know. It started with me trying to find them for a case and once I realized how easy it was, I lost control." Your anger was rising, "How could I just live my life knowing these fucked up men hurt children. Children Emily. I couldn't." Your hands were shaking, and her mind was racing.
"It's not your job to serve justice, your job was to find them." Her voice was quiet but strong.
You swallowed the lump in your throat, "I know that."
There was a tension so thick in the air. "I have to send you away Y/n. You put me in this position. I also now have to move. I have to pack your things and move from that apartment." Emily's voice was getting louder and angrier. She laid her hands on the table, and you noticed how her cuticles were bleeding, she was picking at her nails.
You felt so guilty for making her start doing that again. "You have broken all trust you created with me, this family. I will forever love Y/n, but not the person sitting across the table from me."
Her eyes finally met yours, "I'm sorry Emily." Her hand slammed on the table, and you jumped.
"Don't say my name." She stood up and left, leaving the file behind.
You opened it. There were images of the men YOU killed. You didn't know how they were killed, just that they were dead.
Your stomach cramped, your cheeks got hot and you slammed it shut. Luke came in to take you to arraignment. Emily watched from the bullpen, still grasping the letter in her hand. She watched you mouth 'I love you' as the elevator doors closed. She watched as Alvez stared at you in disgust, your best friend.
Emily entered her office and closed the blinds. She closed the door and sat down chewing at her thumb. She laid the letter down and began reading it for the 34th time since Garcia gave it to her.
'My love, I'm sure by now I've already been arrested. I can't explain why I did this or how it happened. You know how I am with crimes against kids. KIDS. I will never be able to erase the damage I have created. I made a promise to you that I wouldn't hurt you like your parents or JJ did, but I did worse. I did more damage than they ever could. I'm sure this is your worst nightmare.
I will hold onto the memories you allowed me to create with you, like our trip to Vermont, the woods, the fires. I'll hold onto the way your hands fit in mine, how your lips perfectly fit mine. I'll hold onto the way you giggled when you saw me after a case, how you would press a kiss to my cheek and say that you're okay before I had to ask.
You learned me and my brain so fast and well. I swear you knew me better than I did until this all started. I cannot apologize enough for the mess I've created. Not just for you but for your team. Spencer loved my hugs which says a lot. Luke is my best friend. Penelope, sweet loving Penelope. I can't imagine the hurt and pain they are feeling. I'm so sorry to all of you.
I hope you can move on. I can't say I'm sorry enough Em.
-the girl you knew, Y/n"
A drop of blood fell onto the paper, Emily snapped her eyes to her thumb. "Fuck."
A tear fell from her eye. She can't wrap her head around this at all, but she'll have to learn.
She took the ring off her hand, the promise ring you gave her, she slipped it into her desk drawer.
