A/N: Greetings friends! Hope everyone is well!
This will be a collection of drabbles based on song/lyric prompts from the Fanfic Drabble Challenge on Facebook. There is a prompt for every day of the month and I'm going to try my best to do one for every prompt. To let you know up front, updates for this collection will be very random. I'm going to try to include all the characters instead of focusing on just one for the whole collection. I will also be including the date for each prompt in the chapter title, so you'll probably notice that I'm not going in order. I'm just posting as the inspiration strikes me. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy these!
This first drabble belongs to Emily Prentiss!
Prompt:
January 12th
Scar - Missy Higgins
"Doesn't that sound familiar
Doesn't that hit too close to home
Doesn't that make you shiver
The way things could have gone"
Too Close
"It's one of our officers." Chief Wesson was distraught as he turned to the agent at his side. "We knew something was wrong when he didn't show up this morning. He's never not shown up without a phone call. We tried calling him several times but it kept going to voice mail. I sent Jacobs to check on him. God, I never imagined…"
They turned to look at Detective Jacobs who was slumped against the door frame leading out of his partner's house to the front porch. He was not much older than Reid. His tears flowed freely as he tried to wipe them away with blood stained hands. James Wells, Jacobs' best friend and partner since the Academy, lay inside on his living room floor with multiple stab wounds, any of which would have been fatal considering their locations. His unanswered cell phone lay next to him in the pool of blood. The smell of death encircled him.
Emily Prentiss had to close her eyes and steady herself. This scene was all too familiar: the blood on the floor, the discarded phone, the panic and uncertainty of the well-being of a friend and partner. The only difference was she hadn't had to see her boss and friend laying in a pool of his own blood. She had been spared that nightmare. Even so, that thought didn't stop her from dwelling on how very different that day could have ended for her team as every image of that day flashed before her eyes. She hadn't realized she'd swayed until she felt Chief Wesson's hand on her elbow.
"Agent Prentiss?"
"I'm alright," she answered, giving him a sad look. "It's just," she glanced back at Detective Jacobs, "I know how he feels."