AN: This is my first attempt to write a fic for Criminal Minds. I've been reading them for a while now. Mostly H/P :D So this one is H/P too. It's a one-shot, or at least I think it is, because I have the feeling something is… off, so I'll probably add a second part. Not sure yet. Anyways, let me know what you think/expect and I'll work on it, or I'll try. And I hope it's not too OOC *shutting up now*
On with the story.
I was supposed to meet Emily for dinner and movies, our way to relax after a tough case; not lay like this on my living room's floor, the spot I have fallen down when Foyet shot me.
Emily and I have had this… thing, whatever this thing is going on for a few months now. We haven't been able to label it, but we know it's serious. We wouldn't risk both our careers for a whim. It's something much deeper. A connection I haven't felt since… well, since ever. There hadn't been too many women in my life. Hayley was my first sweetheart, and I've been married to her for over two decades, but Emily… she's different. When I'm with her I can be myself, I don't have to hide the horrors I see everyday because she sees them as well. That's one of the things that I like about her. That, and that she's intelligent, funny, beautiful… as cliché as it sounds, she can take my breath away. And I know the team has noticed. For God's sake, we are profilers. They wouldn't be in their positions if they didn't notice these things.
Sure, Morgan is very protective of Emily, like a big brother, and he'd kick my ass if I ever hurt her. I'm not planning on it anyway. For now all I've gotten has been a knowing look and a nod.
Dave has sent me some smirks, which have started to get on my nerves; but I know he is happy for me, for us.
JJ is very busy with Henry and Will, but I saw her whispering something to Garcia a few weeks ago and said analyst giggling – actually giggling - while looking at both Emily and me.
And Reid… well, Reid is Reid, oblivious to this type of the human behavior; I'm not sure he knows, but if he does, he hasn't said anything; something I'm grateful for, because our private life is nobody's business.
Going back to my currently situation I'm really hoping that some neighbor has heard the shots and called the police. I'm quite sure Foyet is dead since I have shot him thanks to my ankle holster, but you never know. To call an ambulance right now, before I get unconscious, would be a great idea, but I don't know where my cell phone is and my land phone is too far away. But someone must have heard something, because right now, before the dark covers me, I'm quite sure I'm hearing sirens coming.
To rescue me.
Hopefully.
AN: What do you think? I'm not quite sure I like the ending, but I couldn't think of something else. Well, let me know what you think, ok? :D