A/N: As per usual, don't worry, I'm not abandoning anything, but I couldn't sleep and I just ended up typing this. Like is said when I first pitched the idea for this story, there will be Casandra in here because I simply cannot turn away from that. I just had no room in the summer :-P. I've also included what you guys have dubbed 'Greymichael' another creation of mine that I've fallen in love with, but this is officially a Kimily story. I love both pairings and I felt like Kim needed a story damnit, hehehe. Things will make more sense once you start reading I promise.
I hope you guys really do take the time to read this story seeing as quite a few of you said you would be interested if I actually wrote it, so here it is. It's different, but if you haven't noticed yet, i like different and I hope you will give it a shot. Enjoy the first ever Kimily story you guys!
Disclaimer: Any Law and Order, or Criminal Minds character in this story does not belong to me. They belong their writers and NBC and CBS respectively.
Kim Greylek sighs rather heavily as her heels clack rhythmically against the hardwood floors of the DA's office. She adjusts the ridiculous stack of files in her arms all the while murmuring to herself about extensive workloads, so little time to do it, and anything else she can find to complain about. On more than one occasion she has contemplated complaining to her boss about her workload, but she just can't bring herself to do so considering she's romantically involved with said boss.
She and Abigail 'Abbie' Carmichael have been dating for just over a year and a half now, and though it may not show on her face quite often, Kim really couldn't be happier. A school girl like bashful smile, in all its rarity, spreads across her face when she thinks about her relationship with the southern native. Her friends would concur when given the statement that Kim hardly ever shows any type of emotion. Emotions are just not particularly her strong suit. For as long as she has known her two best friends, her emotions, or better yet, lack thereof, have become something they are quite accustomed to. According to Alexandra Cabot, Kim has always been stone faced, quiet, a tad bit of bland with a side dish of boring and a large dash of sarcastic.
Except when it comes to Abbie.
As predicted, the tiniest of grins spreads across her face as her mind travels back to the thoughts of her lover. Love. Now that was a word that Kim once though she would never ever hear spoken to her. Sure she heard it from her parents and her plethora of annoying siblings, but sentimental, unconditional love is a different type of love that she feels when she's with Abbie. It's a type of love that she can't even begin to explain in words; verbally or mentally. She feels cared for, protected, and wanted, amongst numerous other things that can't even be listed. It's just sometimes so many feelings at once can begin to become a little overwhelming.
Kim is so heavily focused on day dreaming and staring down at the stack of folders in her arms that she completely forgets to look where she's going and runs full on into another person. She winces when she hears the other person swear loudly at the contact, but she relaxes immediately when she recognizes the owner's voice accompanied by their glaring face. "Oh, it's just you. Sorry about that."
Alexandra Cabot's scowl deepens as she holds up her now empty Starbucks cup and motions her hands down towards her newly coffee stained white blouse. "I just bought this shirt…" she mumbles indignantly, her ears glowing a bright, aggravated red when she sees the feint amused grin on her friend's face. "Only someone like you could find the utmost amount of joy in my misery. You should really get your head out of the clouds and look where you're going."
"Well in my defense, while I was distracted, you could have looked where you were going as well." Kim responds with a smug grin, a small laugh leaving her lips when she hears the taller woman huff greatly in response. "I'm just messing with you, Al. I'll buy you a new shirt and I'll pay for the dry cleaning of that one."
"Fair enough." Alex replies with a shrug before she tilts her head in a minimal amount of concern. "How're you holding up? Heard you've got quite the busy day ahead of you."
Kim sighs heavily as she subtly holds up the stack of folders nestled gently in her arms. "You have no idea. Abbie took the day off today and Serena called in sick this morning so I'm practically by myself for the rest of the day. I don't know how I'm going to get anything done today. I feel like I'm trying to drive a car with one wheel. It'll be a sheer miracle if I make it through the day."
Alex chuckles quietly at this before she shakes her head. "I don't particularly have that much work to do today. I can help you out if you would like? I'd commission Casey to help as well but she's stuck in court all day, so I'm afraid I'm what you get. Unless you'd like to go ask Paxton for assistance."
"No, I think I'm quite alright without having to be within a two feet radius of that woman."
"Aw, is Kimmy scared of Big Bad Sonya?"
"No. Big Bad Sonya just makes me uncomfortable. I bet she eats thumb tacks and hammer nails for breakfast."
"You tend to exaggerate when you're stressed." Alex replies with a tiny chuckle and a shake of her head. "How are things at home?"
Kim's eyes light up briefly before they return to their original default hue. "Things are pretty great at home. The other day when it rained we just stayed in and cuddled on the couch and watched movies all day. She can make the simplest things out to be so romantic."
"Well I'm glad that you're happy. You know I've gotta check in with everything every now and again. As your official best friend, it is my duty to make sure that Abbie treats you properly with the respect that you deserve." The blonde recites in an exaggerated, yet firm voice, causing the woman in her presence to roll her eyes. "Oh please, you can't even start talking about me. Aren't you the woman who threatened my girlfriend with a pick ax? Why do you even have a pick ax?!
"It was my grandfather's. And I have it for this very reason. To scare some sense into Casey if I ever need to do it again. It worked didn't it? Remember that time you felt she was more into baseball than into you?"
"Worked is a complete understatement for what it did. She was afraid to even say the word baseball for a month and a half."
"I rest my case." Kim concludes with a head nod. "Everything okay between the two of you?" she then questions curiously, her face dropping when she sees the brief look of hesitation. "Uh oh. I know that look. What's going on?"
Alex opens and closes her mouth several times before she sighs quietly. "It's not really something that I want to discuss here in the middle of the office. Maybe we can get together after work and go surprise a sickly Southerlyn with some soup? That way we can check up on her and have a talk?"
"I suppose that will have to suffice. I'm really sorry Alex, but I have a crap load of work to get to."
"How about I bring you lunch at lunch time that way you won't have to worry about leaving the office?"
"Oh my god, you are a saint." Kim sighs heavily as she begins walking off towards her office. Sticking her tongue out at Alex over her shoulder who responds with her usual smug-Cabot like comment.
As she makes her way back to her office, she frowns deeply as she realizes the door is open. She could have sworn that she made sure to close it on her way out towards the copy room. As she cautiously steps into the doorway, her scowl deepens gradually when she spots to random strangers occupying her office. One of the two strangers is a woman with blonde hair flowing down her back clad in a blue button ducked into black slacks. Her companion is a tall, slender woman with her raven hair pulled into a ponytail at the nape of her neck as she dons a casual yet appropriate red v-neck complete with a dark pair of pants tucked into combat boots. Both strangers have visible guns holstered at their hips and Kim's attention immediately zeroes in on the blonde woman who seems to be snooping about her desk.
"Can I help you?" she questions firmly, and rhetorically as her voice comes out sharp and harsh.
The blonde's eyes immediately snap up to great the new voice and a nervous smile flits across her features as she attempts to subtly slip away from the desk. "Uh yeah, actually. We're looking for the supervising attorney over the homicide unit? Is that you?"
Kim's eyes narrow briefly as she proceeds into her office and drops the files on her desk with an audible 'thump'. "No, but as of right now you're going to have to take what you get, which is me." She replies, locking eyes with the stranger. "Assistant District Attorney Kim Greylek. I think that it's only fair now that you introduce yourself considering you were just in here snooping around my office against my awareness."
"Right," the blonde mumbles before she clears her throat and pulls out what looks to be credentials. "SSA Jennifer Jareau and this is my partner SSA Emily Prentiss. We're with the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit."
"Great, Feds." Kim grumbles mentally before she straightens her posture and crosses her arms. "I see. And how may I be of any assistance to you?"
"We're here in regards to a pending homicide case. I was informed by the catching squad captain that we would be able to find all necessary files of all of the latest victims with you. I do believe the case started with a young woman by the name of Emma Barnes." The agent replies clearly.
Kim closes her eyes and exhales briefly before she moves around her desk and begins to cycle through the files she has just made copies of. As she looks through the mass amount of papers, she feels as if she is being watched intently. She glances of briefly, only to momentarily lock gazes with the agent who has yet to speak, only for the tall brunette to immediately avert her gaze elsewhere with a small blush coloring her cheeks.
"I don't seem to have that file on hand." The attorney speaks up as she stands up once more before she narrows her eyes. "Wait, did the captain say speak with the supervising attorney?"
"Yes Ma'am, that's what I was told."
"I see, come with me then."
Much like several minutes prior, heels clack rhythmically against the floors as their owner moves with a brisk purpose; but this time with two federal agents following behind her. As she rounds a quick corner, she immediately comes to a stop where she begins shuffling about in the pocket of her blazer.
Moments later, Kim pulls out her key ring and selects a small silver key before she inserts it into the door of the office before her. She turns the knob and enters the office, flipping on the light to reveal a space that is considerably larger than the one she and Serena have, complete with a large wall floor length window behind the desk.
Kim can't fight the groan that escapes her lips when she makes her way over to the desk that looks like it's been hit by a cyclone. "I apologize for the mess. It seems that my supervisor leaves her office in mass destruction when she's out."
"I see." Agent Jareau responds as her eyes land across the framed photos on the desk. One particular photo that stands out to her is a photo that contains the attorney currently in their presence locked into the tight embrace of a taller woman with long dark hair. The absent woman has her chin resting on the other woman's shoulder while she holds her from behind and the two of them smile gracefully for the camera. An embrace that speaks more than that of a friendly photo. Quirking an eyebrow, the agent glances between the photo and the woman circling through the mess of a desk. "Do you make it a habit of yours to date your supervisor, Counselor?"
Kim follows the agent's gaze and she quickly turns the framed picture face down before she goes back to looking through one of Abbie's drawers. "That's something that I don't particularly think is any of your business, Agent." She answers sharply as she locates the requested file. She holds out the file to the silent agent and quirks an eyebrow in confusion when the woman practically flinches when they're fingers brush against each other. Once again, Kim feels those same chocolate eyes gazing at her.
There is an awkward pause in the moment before Agent Jareau discreetly elbows her partner in the side causing the brunette to startled and awkwardly clear her throat before responding with a quick, yet choppy, 'Thank you'.
"Thank you for your cooperation Miss Greylek. You've been a great amount of help." Agent Jareau responds with an appreciative smile.
"I'm glad I could be of you assistance." Kim responds professionally as she leads the way back towards the door, all the while she can feel that same gaze once again following her every move.
"Way to successfully ingest your entire foot back there, Em" the blonde woman states with a smug grin as she climbs into the driver's seat of the bureau issues SUV.
"Shut up." Emily grumbles in response as she settles into the passenger seat with the file sitting in her lap. "It probably would've went so much better if she hadn't walked in on you snooping through her things, JJ."
"No, it probably would've went so much better if you hadn't been checking her out whenever she wasn't looking." JJ responds with another smug grin, feeling successful when she causes the older woman to blush heavily once more. "Ha! Called it. Wait until Garcia hears that you have the hots for the ADA.
Emily rolls her eyes and mutters something unintelligible as she gazes out of the passenger side window. As much as she would like to throttle her best friend at the moment, she can't exactly disagree with anything that's been thrown at her so far, though she would never dare to confirm any of it out loud. She did find herself to be immediately attracted to the authoritative attorney, and all she can do is hope that it was only JJ who caught her staring.
Later
"This is a bad idea, maybe we should just leave and let her rest." Kim hisses quietly as she and Alex stand on the other side of their remaining best friend's door. She folds her arms tightly as Alex knocks once again while she herself adjusts the bags in her hands. "Alex seriously."
"Well if she' s really sick then we'll just drop off the supplies and be on our way." Alex replies firmly as the two of them can hear shuffling on the other side of the door.
Moments later, the door swings open to reveal a rather healthy looking Serena Southerlyn who is clad in a silk robe wrapped tightly around her body. Her eyes widen briefly as they land on her two best friends before she tilts her head in confusion. "What are you two doing here?"
"Thanks for the warm welcome." Kim mumbles in response, silently feeling like coming here was such a bad idea.
Alex, however, quirks her eyebrows in confusion as her eyes roam over the other blonde. "You don't seem very sick." She points out before nodding towards the items in Kim's hands. "We brought you some things that would help you feel better, but again, you don't seem sick."
"I'm feeling much better now actually." Serena responds with a clearing of throat before she wraps her arms around herself. "Won't you come in?"
As Kim proceeds into the apartment without issue, Alex can't help but follow close behind with a rather suspicious look on her face. She turns towards Serena who flashes her a smile before she hums quietly and proceeds into the living room. Something is up, but she can't exactly put her finger on what it is exactly. Maybe it's something she and Casey can discuss later.
An interesting start I hope considering that I've written this in the middle of the night running on no sleep. I'm currently in the process of sending in an email to the support team about fixing the spelling of Kim's name, because such a small detail is starting to irk me. Especially now that I have actually written a story in which she is listed.
I hope that I get your positive feedback. Your feedback is what pushes me to continue writing a story and because I'm testing the waters here with this fic, your feedback is not only greatly appreciated but needed.