Saying that Emily was scared would be an understatement. Scared was not a word to describe how she had been feeling lately. Doyle out. That was gut wrenching – Paralyzing. She was constantly on Edge and the team had started to notice. Of course they had. They were profilers.
But she couldn't tell them. If she did they could get hurt too. No not could. Would. Doyle would without a doubt target them all if they knew. But she could at least tell Hotch… they were in a relationship. She had to at least vaguely warn him. Ask him a favour if anything did happen to her. Which with Doyle out. It would.
Going up to his office that morning she knocked on the door. He called her to come in so she did and stood opposite his desk. "What can I help you with Prentiss?" He asked.
"I have a daughter. Can you promise to look after her if anything happens to me?"
"Yes…" Hotch responded. Slightly confused as to why this was coming up now.
"Thankyou. I know she's 24 and she's married but just look after her."
"Alright Emily. I will." He agreed.
"Thankyou." She replied, scribbling her daughters details down on a piece of paper for him.
The daughter is Roxanne. My OC. just incase you are not too famillier with my fanfictions and things.
