Ok my peeps this is chapter one of my two chapter fic of how Emily dies and its going to be nasty and violent because I'm going to channel my inner serial killer here for this I'm warning you now! chapter two is where it's going to get nastier this is just build up so if you can't stand the thought of me going all Frank or worse on Em leave now
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds because if I did I wouldn't be making just above min wage and I would figure out how to get Mandy Patinkin come back for a show or two
She didn't know it was happening until it was too late, she was slowly slipping into oblivion and the only thing she could think of was 'did I leave the stove on?' Emily Prentiss was by no means a fool or a drug addict but for once she let herself fall in love and it turned out to be a bad idea. Mark Ryans was tall, handsome and bruiting; he turned heads where ever he went and boy had he caught her eye after she had settled in her flat.
Time flew by as Emily settle into her job her new home her new friendships, yes she missed the BAU but at the rate she was moving up in ranks here she could go back to the FBI in 7 or 8 years and be the assistant director sure no more field work but safe. A year after settling that's when Mark asked her out to dinner not thinking anything of it she said yes and that Friday they enjoy a meal and lovely stroll through the park. The dates continued as such and they grew closer and soon they moved in together but all was not well she noticed small thing but put it off to being tired to long days of dealing with crazies but then it was too late.
Walking through the front door one night after a long case she didn't see him, she also didn't see the needle in his one hand and the knife in the other and as the needle plunged into her neck she didn't know it was happening until it was too late, she was slowly slipping into oblivion and the only thing she could think of was 'did I leave the stove on?' and she was out like a light. He stood over her with a sick smile twisted over his face he knew this one was well worth the wait and she was going to be his crowning glory and prize of all prizes! Putting down both the knife and the needle he dragged her to the tarp he had in the living room and set her in the middle of it, it was always messy but it was the best feeling it the world to watch the light leave their eyes.