A/N: WARNIG…CHARACTER DEATH!!!!!!!!!! DO NOT READ IF YOU CRY EASILY. I wrote this when I was really pissed off at the world…that's why there's character death. Trust me…if I was in the right state of mind it would have been fluff. JJ's thoughts in italics.Enjoy!!!
Beautiful. The one and only word perfect enough to describe Emily Prentiss.
Brown eyes that allows a person to see her soul. Ebony hair, perfect to tangle one's hands in. Soft, sweet and utterly kissable lips, frosted with barely there pink gloss. Those cheeks, that blush pink every time she is flustered. The adorable pout. Supple flesh any man- or woman- would die to call theirs.
This is how I want to remember her. Not as the lifeless corpse that's lying in the morgue with a bullet in its skull.
'Well, now everyone knows that she really was playing for the other team.' I raise my head from my hands, feeling a wave of nausea hit, and see the looks on our other team members' faces. Rossi's reassuring yet disapproving gaze, Hotch's blank face and dead eyes. Morgan's face full of pity, Garcia's red-rimmed eyes shining with unshed tears. Even Reid- who hated Emily at one point and didn't feel loss like everyone else- is upset and is giving me the most compassionate stare I've ever seen from him.
They all loved her. I finally realized. It wasn't just me…every single person, including Hotch and Reid, adored her.
We stare at the empty desk that used to be hers. Again Garcia cries, Morgan trying to comfort her while holding his own tears back.
After several minutes of silence, Hotch speaks, "We all loved her. She will be greatly missed. Pren- Emily, wherever you are, thank you. Everything you've done for this team and for the bureau is greatly appreciated."
One by one they empty out leaving me, her lover and fiancé, to my thoughts.
I close my eyes and a vision of Emily's smile lights up.
Yeah-this is how I want to remember her.