Alright guys! Fifteen reviews, I feel so loved. As a thank you to all my wonderful viewers, I have decided that I will hold off on finishing my other stories and continue Spencer's story and possibly another one. I will (if I can figure out how) hold a poll on my profile about which character I should continue after I have finished the last four one shots. I will work as hard as I can to get them out to you this week. I can't wait to write, so with no further rambling from me, on to fic number six!
Shot six, Emily Prentess
Emily walked up to her brown stone town house with a bit of a bounce in her step. Her team was happy, and her mother was not. Emily had managed to get out of yet another of her mother's charity dinners by claiming to have a case in Mississippi. And because she has no case in Mississippi or anywhere else for that matter, she has the night to herself, well, her self and Sergio. Emily took the steps two at a time and skipped up to her door. Pulling her keys out of her pocket she unlocked the door and let herself into the entry hall.
She closed the door and tossed her keys on the side table. Sergio wound his way around her legs in greeting as she walked to the kitchen. From her fridge she pulled out half a can of wet cat food, and ingredients that she need to make a quick stir-fry for one. Dumping the cat food into Sergio's dish, she washed her hands and began chopping vegetables and slicing chicken breast for her own dinner. She hummed as she worked on boiling water for rice and cooking the chicken and vegetables to the perfect constancy before mixing sauce in with the fry and dishing her self her meal.
Emily took her plate and sat herself down on her couch in front of the TV and turned it on with the volume low as she ate. A few minutes into the meal Sergio exited the kitchen and laid himself down on the couch beside his master. Absently, Emily stroked the black cat between bites of food, her eyes glued to an episode of some drama series that she was desperately behind on. As the characters on the TV got quiet Emily noticed a noise was coming from the front of her apartment. Getting up from the couch she set her plate on the dinning table as she passed it.
At first she checked the front bedroom checking the windows and the closet, even under the bed for an intruder, she stepped out of the room and closed the door. She checked the hall closet before finally stepping up to her front door. Opening it slowly she cast a look each way trying to spot anyone. Neither way down the hall did the dark haired woman see so much of as a shadow out of place she sighed and opened the door fully. Stepping out she caught her toe on something soft. Looking down she saw that on her porch was a thick bundle of blankets on her porch. Emily bent down and unwraped the blanket to get a look at what was inside and gasped when she saw the tiny baby face looking up at her.
Tiny baby blue eyes stared out of the small face as it scrunched up and began to wail. Emily quickly scooped the child up and took it into the apartment and closed the door. She rocked the child up and down as she walked the length of her home. Slowly the child's cries became whimpers, then the child was silent. It was then that Emily settled down on the couch and unwrapped the blankets from around the child to examine it.
The child turned out to be a little girl, perhaps seven months old. She had bright blue eyes and a tuft of dark hair on the top of her head and was dressed in pink corduroy overalls and a white shirt. Emily sat beside the girl contemplating weather or not to keep her or bring her to the police or CPS. She watched as the girls face relaxed and scrunched as she dreamed away, oblivious to what was going on around her. It was then that she decided that she had to at least keep her until her parents were found.
Emily wedged the child between the back of the couch and a throw pillow to hold her there and went to the linen closet to get a small blanket to wrap the child in for the journey to the store down the street to get supplies.