Well, this is based on the book "Thirteen reasons why". Hope you enjoy it.
I DON'T OWN CRIMINIAL MINDS OR "THIRTEEN REASONS WHY" (That's for the whole story; I won't write it everytime)
My foot tapped nervously on the ground as I waited.
"Sir?"
"W-What?" I snapped out of my thoughts.
"15 $, please." The blonde, about thirty year old woman said annoyingly. "That doesn't really help, does it?" She pointed at my lukewarm coffee on the counter with one of her pink painted nails.
I just shrugged and put put twenty dollars on the counter. "Keep the rest." I muttered and walked to the exit, ignoring the woman's suddenly friendly expression.
My mind was filled was filled with only one thing.
Emily.
Or better, Emily's voice.
The things she told…I shuddered. Maybe not being fully awake was better, I'd be able to forget about the things she said.
But I knew I would never forget it. Never forget her story.
I walked into the BAU building, and crossed her empty desk. I felt a sting in my heart as it wrenched.
She'd never come back.
I knew I wouldn't be able to look at Hotch without thinking of her now, there will always be this subtle anger directed towards him. But he will know soon enough, the tapes will get to him as well.
I let myself fall on my chair, watching Reid quietly waving.
It wasn't the same without her, it was so quiet.
Not that she had talked a lot in her … last few days here.
Once again I stared at the nameplate with Emily Prentiss written on it.
The nameplate of the woman I had a secret crush on.
The nameplate of the woman who killed herself just two weeks ago.
You wanna know her story? You wanna know what really happened?
Then press Play.
Just a short introduction in the story. Hope you liked and leave a review if you want me to continue.
