Emily Prentiss, you've changed I no longer know who you are, Chapter 15, a criminal minds fanfic

Chapter 15

Jennifer Jareau had been the life and soul of the four-leaf clovers ladies' night. The owner invited her back next week with all her drinks covered. She just had to wear her cowgirl outfit again. The fact the blonde was gorgeous did not hurt one bit.

Turning off her annoying alarm, a very hungover blonde tried to find something to put on to go down and get her much needed first cup of coffee.

"Morning Emily, you were fantastic last night." the brunette leaned across and kissed her "do you want to meet up again, cowgirl?" she whispered sexily into her ear

Shaking her head very carefully, she slid across a paper coffee cup with a lid. "Your coffee is to go..." JJ tried to think of the brunette's name, but nothing registered in her very lethargic and painful brain.

"Do you even remember my name, Emily?" asked the annoyed brunette from last night

"No," was her simple response

JJ watched the brunette left from last night, still unable to remember her name. Her resemblance to Emily was remarkable. JJ does remember, for some reason, that she introduced herself as Emily Khan.

"Well, Jareau, not exactly a great way to forget your ex-girlfriend by bedding a brunette brown-eyed beauty. You did dance your ass off last night. Morgan will sense your hangover from Quantico's car park like a shark with blood in the water. I will have to take refuge in my office until I feel more human." she told herself, walking upstairs for a shower.

Ten minutes later, JJ decided she had the stomach flu and called in sick. Curled up underneath her bedspread, the blonde soon fell asleep.

Emily watched as Isobel Isles's casket was lowered into the crematorium, ready to be cremated. "Sweet and peaceful dreams Isobel. No one can hurt you now," she told the descending oak casket. Yasmin and Emily, we're the only people in attendance.

Yasmin gently squeezed Emily's hand. "She saved you, Emily. In my book, she has redeemed herself. With your charity, their forgiveness might come in time for what she did to them. It will take time, but hopefully, they will grant her their forgiveness." Yaz told her upset girlfriend.

Three hours later, Yasmin and Emily walked out holding an ornate oak box containing the ashes of her young prison friend.

"Emily Prentiss! Sit your ass down in that chair now." yelled a very irate Abby. As she entered the kitchen, Emily had come to Rossi's house to visit David, her son.

A bemused brunette sat as ordered, holding Yasmin's hand, waiting for the furious nanny to start talking.

"You will listen to what I have to say without a single word. You can stay silent until I tell you I'm finished; I am furious at you."

Emily decided to remain silent and just nodded her head that she understood. She knew how fiercely this young woman protected her son; she had seen her in full nanny bear mode, not a pretty sight.

"Good." Abby started to pace back and forth between kitchen cabinets. "Not speaking to David Rossi, that man put David and me up without hesitation. He insisted on posting FBI agents outside the house to protect YOUR! Son against the Doherty's just in case they found out about him. He knows he hurt you, and it will take time to forgive him; calling him Agent and all that crap stops now. That kind man reads to your son, and David loves his storytime." Abby was on a roll now and needed to tell Emily, her friend and boss, everything. "Declan is sleeping in the next room to David, and the two have become very close these past few days. I think David has become charmed by the young blonde man. I wouldn't doubt it if he didn't offer to become Declan's foster father. Jennifer." if this were a cartoon, steam would be erupting from her mouth, nose and eyes. She was furious at the brunette. " Banning Jennifer from seeing David, that boy cried himself to sleep. You didn't even have the guts to tell him yourself; I had to break his heart. I understand why you hate her. Don't make your son suffer. They got close once she found out you had a son. Let Jennifer see David. I will make sure you never see her if that is what you want?" Abby paused to take a few deep breaths.

Looking to Yaz, "I have explained to him about you, Yasmin; he would like to hug you and is ashamed about shouting at you. He now understands that his mother stops him from seeing Jenny and not you." Abby managed a sad smile at her

She was returning her steely stare to Emily. "Derek Morgan and Jennifer, I can understand, Emily but the rest of your team followed the evidence as they were trained to do. David, Spencer and Hotch, you need to sort your shit out now. Your son is more mature than his momma."

Yaz helped the emotional nanny to a stool and fetched her a glass of water.

Emily walked away to see her son

"My sweet boy. I have missed you." Emily told her son as she snuggled with him. Running her fingers through his hair had always calmed mother and son.

"Moma has to go to Texas for a while. She is taking a friend back to her mommy, that helped me. Once I get back, how's about you, me, Abby and Yaz go to Disneyland for a week and do Harry

Potter. And we can all get dressed up if you would like?" she kissed him on the forehead. "I love you, David Eli Prentiss, very much."

"Love you to Mama." he a snuggled closer into his mother's side

Watching her son, she sent a quick message to Yaz to come into David's bedroom. The bedroom door opened slowly, and Yasmin strolled into the room.

"David, sweetheart. I would like you to meet Yasmin, my girlfriend. You can call her Yaz if you prefer." smiled his mother

"Sorry I screamed at u." the bashful teenager told the approaching woman.

Yasmin smiled. "That's ok, Mr Prentiss."

Patting the top of his bed next to him, David laughed. "You're silly; cuddle, please," he demanded

Emily smiled at her girlfriend as she climbed onto the bed and snuggled into David's side.

"You're pretty Yaz, not as lovely as Jenny, but you have bigger boobs." smiled the boy innocently

Laughing, "Why, thank you, David. You are a very handsome man as well." answered the amused woman.

Emily was silently laughing at her girlfriend. Her head is buried in her son's side.

Leaving her sleeping son, Emily walked into the kitchen to find Rossi in deep conversation with Abby and Declan.

"Dec, this is Yasmin, my girlfriend. Would you please take her on a house tour while I speak to Mr Rossi?" asked Emily, wanting to speak to Rossi and Abby without little ears hearing what was said.

Declan gladly took Yasmin on a tour of the house. "Mr Rossi." Abby glared at the Brunette, "Dave, thank you so much for taking David, Declan and Abby into your home and ensuring they were safe." Emily paused to bring her emotions under control again. "As my good friend, Abby reminded in her subtle manner. I can't change overnight, Dave, for David and Declan; I will try to overcome my feelings about you. I felt devastated when you didn't allow me to try and explain. I thought I meant more to you than that. You knew me; you worked with me for years and know how steadfast my moral compass is; that hurt me the most. I had two allies in the whole world; even my mother publicly disowned me. I am taking Isabel back to Texas. When I return, I will clear the air with Spencer and Aaron." she told Rossi.

Abby smiled at Emily, proud she started her recovery with her old team members. "Baby steps, Baby steps," she whispered to herself.

"Thank you for that, Emily. It has been a pleasure meeting David, Abby and Declan. I want to talk to you about Declan when you return from Texas. We will take it at your pace, Emily. I am sorry about your friend." The older agent honestly told her. Wanting to say more, he decided he didn't want to push his luck.

Emily held her cell phone tightly in her good hand, trying to decide if she could send the text message on her iPhone screen,

To: SSA J Jareau

I will allow you to see David; he missed you. Contact Abby to arrange your visit. I do not want to see you whilst I visit my son. You will refer to yourself as his friend only. You can thank Abby for my change of heart. My contempt toward you should not affect my son. He has loved you for years. Do not break his heart.

Emily Prentiss

She held her finger over the cancel button while deciding if she should send the message. Yasmin decided for her by reaching over and pressing the green circle to send the message.

"Bite the bullet Emmy; it's for your beautiful boy. He loves that Blonde. Don't let your feelings for your ex-girlfriend cloud your judgment. I know how much she hurt you. I do. This is for David. Abby will make sure you never bump into her." Yaz told her, kissing the top of her head.

"Shut up, shut up," JJ screamed at her phone

The offending device sat in her trouser pocket somewhere near her bathroom door. Knowing she had to fetch her phone otherwise, it would drive her mad not knowing who the message was from.

"Damn," uttered JJ as she untangled herself from her bedspread and fetched her phone.

Opening the new message, she reads the message

To: SSA J Jareau

Emily Prentiss

"Wow," smirked the blonde as she re-reads her message. Returning to her bed, emotional, happy Emily had stopped blocking her access to David; she would have to thank Abby. Sending Abby a text asking if she could see David tomorrow, she curled up, holding her phone, waiting for her reply.

Her phone sounded, indicating she had a new message. She opened the message, grinning as she noticed the message was from Abby,

'To Jennifer

Come around tomorrow at 09:00 and spend the day. Emily has gone back down to Mexia with her friend's ashes. He has missed you, Jennifer.

Abby'

Reading her message, JJ's heartfelt, lighter, her 'stomach flu.' would extend into tomorrow. She had missed the teenage Prentiss.

As Emily and Yaz walked from the hotel hand in hand, a green-eyed redhead watched. Cara Doherty filmed the brunette until she climbed into a black town car.

"Where would you be going bitch? I have some hollow points, friends, I would like to introduce you to. You have hidden Declan from me again. I will have to settle just for you. See you real soon, for Shamus." she told the disappearing town car.

Cara Doherty walked into the hotel and produced her fake FBI credentials, and asked for Emily Prentiss's room. The young male behind the desk handed over a key card programmed to open her room door ten minutes later after a bit of cajoling. Not knowing how long she had, she carefully Searched the room for anything that would help her decide where and when Prentiss died.

Five minutes later, she found the mother's load—the box from her new cell phone with the unique identification number and her new cell phone number. She knew where to obtain the things she needed to track her cellphone.

"Gotcha! Prentiss." smiled Cara Doherty

She would soon have a Prentiss is here dot on her google map app on her iPad and iPhone. Leaving the hotel room, she walked confidently out with a bounce in her step.