A/N: This grand idea just popped into my mind at 10 a.m. in the weirdest place to be thinking of fanficiton…so here it is This will be a slower update depending on how many hits it gets because of my present story-'Miss Me?'
The street lights shined on the woman's flawless complexion, which was masqueraded by flowing dark brown hair that shielded most of her face. Her short cheetah print dress went just below her bikini line, showing the black lace thong she wore if she bent down. Black fishnet tights showed her legs off to the public, and knee-high black leather boots made a sexy stepping sound as she walked the streets of Chicago. Five cheap silver bangles dangled from her thin wrist and chained necklaces added to the sultry look. Her lips were painted a bright red shade of lipstick and dark eye shadow topped it off.
Emily Prentiss eyed the other women, whom she didn't know by name, for someone new came every day. Several were bending over and sticking their heads into car windows and speaking to strangers with money. Suddenly sensing a person's presence, she seductively shook her hips more than natural and ran her fingers through her hair. She pretended to get her lipstick from her purse and dropped it 'accidentally'. She bent down, showing her body off.
Derek Morgan quickly turned away from the woman and waited for her to stand up again, like the gentleman he was. Then he made his move.
"Excuse me, ma'am?" He tapped her shoulder lightly.
"Mmm…and how can I make you happy tonight, handsome?" She asked seductively as she traced his six-pack with her index finger.
"Well," He resisted. "First you can stop that. Second, I'd like you to know that I'm a street cop. And third, have you seen this man?" He held up a mug shot of a white man with brown hair and a black eye.
Her body language returned to normal and she sighed, knowing there was to be no job for her. She took a close look at the man. "I don't think so, no." She squinted her eyes at the black man in front of her. "Why? What'd he do?" She slurred.
"He's the man we're searching for, ma'am." He explained. "He acts like a regular person trying to get services from one of you women and when he picks the right one, takes her to an abandoned motel, hotel, or his apartment and proceeds to do the regular with the victim. Then he keeps them captive and rapes them for a week and returns them back to the streets, only exactly where he picked them up, and their throat is slashed." He glanced at the woman's horrified stare. "We just want every one of you to be aware and careful until we find them. Thank you."
And with that he was gone. Emily dug around in her purse until she found her rape whistle, and looped it around her neck, protectively holding it to her chest. She nervously looked around the dull lit streets for any signs of a man with this description.
She didn't want trouble. She didn't want to be a slut. She didn't want to earn money by prostituting her body away. She just wanted to go home to her daughter.
Tears arose to her hazel-brown eyes as she remembered what her four-year-old daughter had told her just last night before she fell asleep in her bed.
She tucked he pink princess sheets which she'd gotten from a garage sale into the old, lumpy mattress. She tried to get the smell out, but the sheet still smelt of urine, even after several washes. But those were the sheets her daughter had her mind set on, and no Prentiss changed their mind once they had their mind set on something.
"Mommy, help me!" Mia announced as she pointed to the three buttons on the back of her Cinderella nightgown. Emily meticulously buttoned the small purple buttons and laid her daughter in her bed.
"Will you sing to me, Mommy?" The innocent child looked pleadingly at her mother.
"Of course, sweetie. Which song?" Emily asked as she turned on her daughter's favorite night light.
"Hmm…you pick!" She giggled.
She was an exact duplicate on Emily, or so it seemed, with the long, slightly curly, dark brown hair, chocolate eyes, and stubborn, yet loving, nature. All she wanted was for her daughter to stay like this. To never become wise in the disgusting ways her mother had, but to stay this clueless and vulnerable. To never grow up.
"You're little hand's wrapped around my finger and it's so quite in the world tonight." Emily smiled at her daughter's reaction. She loved this song and so did Emily. She giggled a little when she heard her daughter join in with the refrain. "You're little eyelids flutter 'cause your dreaming so I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light. To you everything's funny, you got nothing to regret. I'd give all I have, honey, if you could stay like that. Oh, darling don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up, just stay this little. Oh, darling don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up, just stay this simple. I won't let nobody hurt you; won't let no one break your heart. And no one will desert you. Just try to never grow up."
"Yay!" Mia clapped frantically in bed. "Again! Again, Mommy!"
"Maybe some other night." She smiled sentimentally.
"When will that be?" She asked, curiously.
"When you wake up." Emily replied as she kissed her daughter's forehead gently.
Just as she was leaving her daughter's room she heard a little mumble from her yawning daughter.
"Mommy, I wanna be just like you one day. Just like you."
She couldn't help but wonder why, because she didn't even want to be like herself.
"You free tonight, baby?" Emily spun around, startled at the man's approach.
She looked him over. "Only for you." She said with a hint of lust in her husky-from-crying voice.
She took the man's hand, and followed him to what she knew would be his bed.
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Aaron Hotchner slammed some more papers on his desk in pure fury, and nothing else.
"Dammit!" Rossi heard the cry from his younger friend's blinded office and knocked on the door for allowance to enter.
"Who is it?" Hotch asked, pulling himself together a little.
"It's me." Rossi said as he entered.
"I can't believe it, Dave. I just can't." He said as he picked up some papers and threw them in the nearby garbage can.
"Well, let me look them over, I've signed these things four times. I believe it's a known hobby of mine." He said as she swiftly walked to the trash can and removed the files. "She gets the house, the car you shared, blah, blah, blah…"
"I'm not pissed over that, Dave! Look at paragraph three, second page of ownership rights." He sighed as he slumped back into his large chair.
"She gets full custody over Jack because, according to her, 'you're working all the time'? What the hell is this bullshit?"
"My thoughts exactly."
"So, what, are you just being completely removed from the kid's life?" Rossi asked in shock.
"No, I get to 'visit' him and other crap like that, maybe have him over my house once in a while, just to spend the night, but never like she has him. I'll attend his sporting events, school activities, but I can't be his 'dad'. It's just wrong. I hate that bitch."
"You don't hate her, Aaron; you hate the papers and court." Dave laid a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder, which Hotch immediately shrugged away.
"No I do. I hate her, papers, court, everything." He got up from his chair and unlocked the door. "I have to brief the team. Meet us in the bullpen in five. Don't snoop in here for too long like I know you want to, Dave."
A/N: So here's the overview for now: Prentiss is a prostitute, legal or not, I haven't decided yet with a kid named Mia (the story on her dad is still to be written); Hotch is going through this crazy divorce crap with Haley; Morgan is a street cop in Chicago and not part of the BAU; IN the absence of Prentiss and Morgan, Gideon and Elle take their places in the BAU.
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