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For the longest time Emily had felt alone. Even with other people. She had adopted her team as her family, the ferocity with which she loved and protected them only increasing when she became unit chief. It burned inside her but it was so fierce, so wild, so dangerous that the more she loved them the more she kept them at arms length. Tara had pushed through all that, walked through fire and reached inside her without being aware of it. It touched something deep and aching inside Emily for the briefest moment. Now she had someone else.
Just wanted to write some CM angst so I whipped up a short piece!
I am loving Tara and her new girlfriend on the CM reboot/season 16/retool/whatever...
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Everyday it hits me that I don't ship Jemily and I'm just like ???? Because it's a ship that has everything I want no men, two beautiful women, a great friendship but I just don't ship it.
And then I look at Tara and Emily and I'm just like: "Yes, 100%. They've only nodded at each twice but they're married with three cats and a gerbil named Marty."
Maybe I just like the punishment of rare pairs. The struggle to scrape up some content for a ship before you roll over to the dark side and start making your own content.
Characters: Tarily( Tara Lewis and Emily Prentiss) (Platonic or romantic, which ever you want!)
Rating: G/PG
CMBingo2020Square: Bed sharing
Disclaimer: CBS owns all...I own nothing
Notes: Thanks to Sharon and Edgar for looking this over...
Notes 2: There's a line in here taken from a comedy show...see if you can spot it!
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"I can't believe this hotel lost our reservations." Emily grumbled, as she and Tara waited at the front desk. As part of the Bureau's new outreach program, they were sending agents from different departments to different law enforcement across the country to encourage people to apply to the Bureau. And after drawing the short straws, literally, Emily and Tara were the ones chosen to represent the BAU. And so on a cold wintry weekend, they were stuck in the outskirts of the city, at a hotel that looked like the Bates Motel without reservations.
"Tell me who made them again?" Tara asked, leaning on the counter.
"HR." Emily grumbled."They're in charge of all thee reservations for this program. If it had been Garcia, we'd be at the Ritz."
Tara chuckled." This isn't it, that's for sure."
A tired looking older man came out from behind the door, shuffling to the desk. "Ladies, I checked again and you're reservations appear to be lost. We have no record at all of anyone under the FBI listed here."
Tara groaned while Emily asked, "Do you have ANY rooms available?"
"Let me see." he replied, peering at he reservation book. Emily and Tara exchanged glances. 'How dated is this motel that they still have a reservation book?", Emily thought, as she looked around and saw a cigarette machine in the corner. This motel seemed to be stuck in the seventies.
"Anything?" Tara inquired, tiredly.
"You're in luck, ladies." the gentleman said. "I have one room available."
"We'll take it!" they both exclaimed.
"There's only one bed." he offered.
"We'll be fine." Emily assured, handing over her credit card.
"Oh my. The credit card reader is down." the manager explained. "My grandson is coming by tomorrow to fix it, so you can pay then."
Emily nodded, eyebrows raised ."All right."
He handed over the sign in book . "Just sign your name here near the room number."
Nodding, Emily signed while Tara picked up the bags. "Here is the key." he handed them a old fashioned hotel key with a plastic chain. 'I didn't know they made those anymore.' Tara thought.
"Room 224."
Tara replied. "Thanks." She led Emily to the elevator and when the doors opened, they squeezed into the small space. "It's the size of a matchbox." Tara mused.
The elevator slowly and creakily made its ascent to the second floor, stopping with a thud, causing both women to be jostled. Screeching open, they walked out and looked around. Emily saw the room designations and pointed to the right, Trudging along, they got to Room 224 and Tara inserted the key.
Jerking it open, the women were in shock. The room was indescribable. Shag carpet, patchwork bedspread, all in a lime green color. The furniture was wood stained, while the lamps had fake crystals dangling from the shade.
"What the hell is this?" Emily asked, incredulously.
"This is where the Ritz hit the fan." Tara replied, entering the room cautiously. "Let's just get this over with it." she dropped her bags on the bed and began to rummage for her pajamas.
"I can't believe HR thought this was acceptable." Emily groused, depositing her bag on the dresser.
"You know the Bureau." Tara answered, as she went to the bathroom. "Always cutting costs."
Emily replied. "I know but this is ridiculous."
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20 minutes later:
"I can't believe we have to stay here another night." Tara complained, as she and Emily pulled back the patchwork bedspread, the stiff fabric uncomfortable to the touch.
"I wonder if we called Garcia she could work some magic and get us a better hotel room." Emily offered.
"Against the Bureau's wishes? Very sneaky, Emily Prentiss." Tara said, causing Emily to grin.
"Hey, I' m not the boss for nothing." Emily grinned. "Eh...this sheet is stiff. Someone went overboard on the starch."
Tara shook her head. " Let's just go to sleep." she got into the bed, pulling the sheet towards her. "Damn!", she moved about, trying to get comfortable.
Emily followed and a string of expletives left her mouth. The bed was so uncomfortable that she wasn't sure it could be classified as a bed. There managed to be both lumps and sags in the mattress that made her roll to the middle.
"This motel should be sued for false advertising for calling itself a motel." Emily grumbled, wiggling to get comfortable.
"What would we win? A cigarette machine, a shag rug?" Tara shifted, trying to find a soft space. "Probably better to torch this place."
Emily laughed heartily, causing Tara to join in. They both ended up in a fit of raucous laughter, shaking the bed. This whole situation was a story for the ages. Suddenly, a loud crack emitted from the bed. They both looked at each other briefly , before...
CRASH!!!!!!
The bed frame broke, causing them and the mattress to fall through to the floor.
