AN - Something new! I kind of only wanted to do one story at a time, because I haven't really written much before and tend to lose interest in things too easily. But all these ideas in my head are just driving me nuts. So here's another one :) And of course, I don't own anything, it's all Criminal Minds' stuff. Anyone else missing Agent Prentiss already? ;)


"Staring at the bottom of your glass
Hoping one day you will make a dream last
The dreams come slow and they go so fast
You see her when you close your eyes
Maybe one day you will understand why"
– Let Her Go by Passenger

The tall dark haired woman walked into the hotel's bar area. It was a lot nicer than she was expecting, soft music was playing, accompanying the soft and comfortable lighting, the dark hardwood floor boards were met with dark blues and reds where paint or furniture were concerned, and it was clean, that was always a plus. Not feeling like taking a booth and potentially having to end up dealing with any of the hotel's other patrons she sat down on her stool and waited to order her drink.

He narrowed his eyes when he caught sight of the fair skinned beauty walking in to the bar area. He was what some would consider a regular here, and he was certain he hadn't seen her here before, yet she walked with a certain confidence. She walked with a slight determination; she didn't look nervous or cautiously let her eyes travel around the room like most of the single women he had observed. In that moment he made up his mind, she was the one.

Emily Prentiss worked for the FBI, more specifically the Behavioural Analysis Unit. It had been a particularly rough case that her team had just returned from and she wasn't ready to go home yet. She just felt like she wanted to be around other people, not to interact with them or meet anyone, she just wanted the comfort of knowing she was around others and that they were also waging through their everyday battles and surviving just the same. As she realized that the bartender was finally heading her way she opened her mouth to order, only to be interrupted. "I'll cover whatever the pretty lady wants" The voice drawled. 'Oh my god. What the hell is that horrible accent. Could that even be classified as a Southern drawl, or was this guy already three sheets to the wind..it's only 9 o'clock' she thought and glanced at her watch. "Hey, thanks, but I can pay for myself" She tried to give him a polite smile as he leaned against the bar next to her and interrupted "I know sweety, I know. But I'd like to" He sent his most charming smile her way, knowing it had worked for him several times before. "I was actually wondering what such a beautiful woman was doing here all alone…" Emily needed to stop this now, she opened up to speak and the man held up his hand and looked at her, not going to give her the opportunity. He then extended his hand and Emily reluctantly shook it "I'm Will. Nice to meet you…" "Emily." She replied shortly, wanting to just get this over with so she could have her drink and go. "Well, Emily, maybe after a few drinks you'd like to join my wife and I." His lips started to curl upwards "I can assure you that she may not seem it at first, but she is just as charming as myself, and almost as good in bed" He winked and was now wearing a full grin. This was going to same way as all of his other conquests, surely she couldn't resist his southern charm and would be up in his room in no time.

"Excuse me?! No. Wait, wife? What…no. Leave. Now." Emily exclaimed, this was the last thing she needed today. What was he even thinking…and he has a wife that is okay with this? She let out a sigh as he walked away, distracted by another girl that had just called him from just outside the doors. 'Maybe that's the wife?' She thought 'Maybe he'll just go away now.' She shook her head to try to clear her thoughts and finally ordered her drink.