CHAPTER 2

"Life is a tragedy for those who feel, and a comedy for those who think."La Bruyere

Emily sighed. As usual, it had been a tough case on all of the team. She sat back in the chair and linked her strong fingers behind her neck, tilting her head back. The bullpen was deserted, with the others wanting to head home for the night to reminisce on the past year. After all, it was Hailey's anniversary.

Her eyelids were heavy, and it wasn't long before Emily's eyes closed. But just as they did, memories came flooding back… "I'm leaving, Emily…" Her voice echoed and played over and over. The same three words. Over and over. Emily snapped her eyes open again, knowing where such thoughts led to. She stared at the forms in front of her. She was supposed to review how effectively Agent Seaver had performed on the last case. Her eyes caught the corner of the folder white paper jutting out from a stack of cases.

"Damn you, Jareau.." She muttered to herself.

Seemingly unable to control her actions, Emily grabbed the letter and clutched it, reading it for what felt like the millionth time.

"My dearest Em,

You know I love you. I feel I've loved you forever. I know you're angry and upset about how everything turned out, I'm so sorry…."

"Emily?"

Emily stuffed the letter back into a heap of paper as her other hand instinctively reached for her Glock 17 on her desk and she spun in her chair.

"N…No, No! Its o…ok, its j…just me!" Ashley stuttered, frightened by the speed and aggressiveness of the older Agent's reflex.

"Christ, Seaver, do you WANT to be killed?" Emily snapped.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snuck up on you like that, I wasn't thinking."

"Look, its fine. Forget it." She never thinks, Emily thought inwardly. Turning back to her case report, she placed the gun back in its place on the desk. She could feel the cadet's eyes on her, burning a hole in her back. She wished she'd just leave her alone tonight. She heard footsteps coming towards her, stopping just behind her swivel chair.

"Emily? Can I ask you a question?" Would she ever just p*ss off, Emily snarled.

"Go ahead…" She murmured.

"Its just, I noticed that the team is kind of… I don't know…cool towards me. You're the only one who's really been supportive of me. I think it might be because of what happened with that other profiler? The one before me….maybe she was the media liaison…I can't remember…"

Emily felt her stomach turn as the cadet spoke.

"Agent Jareau, that was her name. Jennifer Jareau."

Once more Emily spun around. This time she stood facing the blonde, glaring at her. She could see the fear in her eyes and it appeased her.

"YOU don't get to say her name. YOU don't get to mention her. NEVER say HER name to me again. You hear me Seaver?" The brunette had squared her shoulders and she looked imposing with twice the amount of muscle mass than the skinny cadet fresh out of the FBI Academy. Her hand was raised in a fist, knuckles white.

She noticed the young agent's shaking hands. She made Ashley feel threatened. Emily's dark lips curled into a smirk. Just as she edged closer to Ashley, she swore she saw her Jennifer in those blue eyes. That was enough to push her. She caught the blonde's lips in a deep kiss, snaking her strong arms around her back to pull her closer. Ashley let out a cry of surprise at the sudden movement.

"Agent Prentiss!" She squeaked.

"Shut up. Just shut up." Emily growled against Ashley's mouth, then drove her tongue into her.

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