This is my first CM fic, femslash fic, and prompt table fic. This was written as a way for me to get back into writing and at the same time try out my new obsession with Criminal Minds. So I would really like to know what you think.
Written from prompt table 30A- Prompt: #26: First Meet (Writer's Choice)
Enjoy.
First Meet
Emily walked into Dean's Diner. It was one of her favorite places to eat. All the food here was great, but the breakfast menu was her favorite.
"Hey, Tommy." Emily greeted the young man behind the counter as she walked in.
"Hey, Emily. You're seat is open. Go on back, and I'll be there in a minute."
Emily made her way toward the back of the Diner. From years in law enforcement and the Bureau, Emily's favorite seat was a spot in the back of the diner where she had the perfect vantage point of the door to see everyone who walked into the diner. As she walked to her seat, she saw a woman in the booth across the aisle from her table. She's pretty. Emily had to admit.
The woman had dark auburn hair and green eyes that shined as they ran over the laptop screen that was in front of her. Her eyes moved in time with her fingers that were quickly moving along the keyboard. The woman suddenly looked up. She smiled at Emily, and Emily smiled back before she took her usual seat.
"Hey, Emily, what'll you have?" Tommy asked when he stopped at her table.
"I think I want the pancake special." Emily answered.
"Really? Pancakes at four in the afternoon?"
"Hey, it's Saturday, and one of my rare weekends off."
"Congratulations." Tommy laughed.
"Thanks."
"I'll be back with it." Tommy said before he walked away.
Emily took this time to look around the diner. Even though it was her day off, being a profiler wasn't something you could really switch on and off, so she just watched the people in the diner. Though she tried to only watch the people toward the front of the diner, she was very aware of the woman in the booth across from her. The click-clack of the keys as the woman typed distracted her. She discreetly watched the woman from the corner of her eyes.
The woman's eyes were now closed, though her fingers continued to move lightning fast across the keyboard. Emily noticed movement behind her eye lids, as if a movie was playing in front of her eyes. The woman's mouth opened and closed, as if she were talking, but no sound ever escaped her lips. The woman opened her eyes and look at her screen as she deliberately pressed one button repeatedly for a few seconds.
"No, no, John would never say that to her," were the first words Emily heard the woman speak.
The sound of dishes being places on her table grabbed Emily's focus. "Here you go, pancake special." Tommy said.
"Thanks, Tommy."
The woman at the other table sighed audibly. "Everything, okay?" Tommy asked.
"Oh, sorry, no, I'm fine. Thanks, though."
"Okay, let me know if you need anything." Tommy said with a smile before turning back to Emily. "You too."
"Thanks, Tommy." Emily said as the young man walked away.
As Emily dug into her food, she was aware that the sounds of typing were absent. I wonder why she stopped. She seemed to be on a roll. From the corner of her eye, Emily could see that the woman now had her elbows on the table in front of her computer and held her head in her hands as she looked out the window. Once Emily finished her meal, she realized that she never heard the keys on the keyboard being pushed down as she ate.
She saw the woman gather her things and watched as she made her way to the front of the diner. Emily looked to the place the woman had just vacated. She saw a small burgundy colored notebook on the booth's seat. Emily put money down on her table, grabbed the small notebook and followed the path the woman had led.
"Hey, wait." Emily called as she saw the woman unlocking her car. Emily jogged up to the woman.
"Hi," the woman greeted with a smile.
"Hi. Is this yours?" Emily asked as she held out the notebook.
"Oh, my gosh. You just saved my life."
"That important, huh? Well, I'm glad I was there."
"Me too." the green eyed woman said. The woman's eyes shined as a smile that reached her eyes came over her. The two stood in silence for a few seconds before the woman broke it. "Well, thanks."
"No problem. Have a nice day." Emily said before she turned and walked away. Emily Prentiss, you're an idiot. No, don't walk away. You need to say something to her. Say anything. "So, you're a writer." Emily blurted out as she turned around and was pleasantly surprised that the woman was still leaning against her car. She saw the woman's head pop up at her question.
"Why would you say that?" The woman asked. Emily took a few steps forward to stand in front of the gorgeous woman again.
"Uh, the way you were acting in the diner. When I came in, you were typing furiously. It seemed you had been at it awhile. When I sat down, your eyes were closed, but you were still typing fast. Your face looked like you were seeing something behind your closed eyelids. And your mouth was moving as if you were talking, but you didn't say a word. The only thing you did say was 'No, John would never say that to her.' Then you pressed delete a bit of times." Emily explained and watched as the woman's eyebrows rose.
"Wow."
"I-I...I'm sorry, I'm just going to go." Emily said as she turned around. She didn't get far because a hand on her arm stopped her. She turned back around to the woman.
"Yes."
"What?" Emily asked confused.
"I am a writer."
"Oh. Well that's good."
"So, you determined that I was a writer just from the little I did and said?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry. I try not to do it, but it's really something that I can't turn off." Emily rambled.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, sorry. It's a part of my job to look at things other people wouldn't really pay attention to."
"Oh, ok. And you can stop apologizing," the woman left the statement hanging with a smile and raised her eyes at Emily.
"Oh, Emily. My name's Emily."
"Nice to meet you, Emily. My name is Rachel." The woman held her hand out to Emily.
"Nice to meet you, Rachel." Emily shook the woman's hand nervously. "Well, I think I'm going to go now. Have a nice day." Emily said as she turned around to walk away.
"Can I have your number?" Rachel called after her.
"What?" Emily said as she turned back to face the woman.
"Can I have your number? I would give you mine, but I don't think you would call me."
"Uh, um, yeah, sure." Emily waited for Rachel to take out her cell phone before she recited her phone number.
"Thanks. I'll definitely call you, Emily." Rachel smiled before getting in her car and driving away.
Emily was rooted to her spot as she watched the car drive out of the parking lot and down the street. Emily walked to her own car.
God, Emily, you face the world's sickest minds everyday, but you can't even control your brain and your mouth in the presence of another woman. Granted, she was gorgeous, but still. You should be better than that. God, I really hope she calls.
So that's the end of this. I hope you liked it. Let me know what you think.
Please tell me what you think of Emily in this story-I was trying to convey her nervousness and I'm not completely sure that it comes through.
Please tell me what you think of Rachel.
Please tell me what you think of the story overall- good, bad, horrible, awesome, whatever. I would love to hear what you think since this is my first CM and femslash fic.
And on the last note: I have a few more stories with this pairing. I'm trying to do the whole prompt table on them, so let me know if you think I should post more.
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Thanks for reading.
