I have so many fanfics going on right now! So what do I do? Write another one duh! I was writing somethingin school today (it's a different fic but I'm not gonna post it because blah) but this popped into my head and I just went with it...I don't know if it's any good yet though so bare with me
Emily Prentiss looked at her watch and sighed. This was unbelievable, but she still should've seen it coming.
Her mother had called her the week before and suggested that they have lunch; Emily reluctantly agreed. But of course, here she was at the restaurant waiting for over a half hour.
Emily got up to leave, tossing a ten dollar bill onto the table even though she hadn't ordered anything except a soda, but before she made it to the door, a woman covered in blood ran into the center of the room screaming.
"HELP! Someone help! Call 9-1-1!"