CHAPTER 8

"Better to inflict pain on myself than to let other people do it." Tracy Thompson

"Everybody go home and get some rest. We'll re-group in the morning for a briefing." Aaron Hotchner strode out of his office and into the bullpen. The team looked up at him with weary eyes, each desk piled with a backlog of cases that had yet to be looked at. Their last case had been a long, horrifying one. A paediatric nurse had kidnapped, maimed and murdered 20 babies over six months, dumping the bodies in various areas across Arizona. Looking around the bullpen, he knew that not even reserved Emily could compartmentalise that case. Dark rings were visible around her large brown eyes, and her face seemed sunken.

The team grumbled their replies. Morgan stood up slowly, picking up his backpack in the same movement. "Goodnight guys." He forced a smile and walked towards the elevator, rubbing his eyes on the way. Garcia met him in the hallway. He draped a muscular arm around her shoulder.

"Yeah I think we all need some sleep. Reid, you need a lift?" Rossi grabbed the keys to his jeep.

"That would be great Rossi, thanks." Reid reached for his leather shoulder bag.

Hotch noticed that Emily hadn't even looked up from the file she was staring intently at. "Prentiss, you need rest too." He glanced at the desk across from her. "And you, Seaver."

"Sir, I have an Academy exam in a few days, I just have a little study to do tonight and I'll leave then." The blonde looked pleadingly at her boss.

"I'll be done in a minute." Emily mumbled.

"Ok fine, but don't be too late. Strauss wants a full report on the last case by tomorrow night. I'll need the two of you alert and ready." He locked his office and said his goodbyes. Seaver and Emily were left alone.

They both continued their work. The cadet studied teenage rebellious behaviour, her mentor sorted through a potential case for the BAU. She sighed. Choosing what case to solve next was tougher than it looked. Choosing who's life to save was tougher than it looked. A thought flashed through her mind; "How did Jen do it…" She immediately shut it out. Slamming the case file shut, she stood up abruptly.

Ashley jumped as she felt hot breath on her neck, and a firm hand on her shoulder prompted her to turn around in the swivel chair. As she stared into Emily's eyes, she saw the same pain and anger that was rarely exposed to the outside world. The tall agent brushed her thumb over Ashley's lips, then leaned in. But instead of kissing her mouth, Emily began to place wet kisses down the young woman's neck. She nipped her pulse point.

"Wait, Emily…I have to go to the bathroom!" She started pushing Emily off her, but the more experienced woman was a lot stronger and simply held Ashley's wrists down by her side, keeping her mouth focused on the girl's neck.

"Emily! Get off, now! Please!" The cadet shoved with her shoulder and Prentiss, angered, walked back to her desk. Ashley ran to the toilets.

She held onto the sink. She didn't know how to feel. Angry? Scared? Sick? She knew that this couldn't end well in the long run, but she was enjoying the attention Emily was giving her. Last week they had gone to see a movie, but ended up making out on the back row seats. Ashley smiled to herself.

"All done?" Emily was leaning against the open door to the bathroom. She walked confidently towards Seaver, closing in until the girl was pinned between her and the sink. She placed an elegant hand on the cadet's defined hip, and another just behind her head. She pulled the blonde in, driving her tongue into her.

Ashley arched her back when Emily began to grind her hips against the young woman's. No matter how scared she was, her seductive mentor still turned her on. The dark haired agent moved her right hand down the blonde's toned body, and slipped it behind her jeans and black underwear, feeling warm moistness around her folds.

"Oh God." Ashley's eyes fluttered closed. As Emily placed three fingers inside, she felt as if a bolt of electricity had gone through her. All she wanted is for this woman to make her scream, and she knew the brunette could. Hooking her two arms around Emily's shoulders, she pushed herself up to sit on the edge of the wash basin. She held on tight to her mentor as the woman gathered pace, moaning as she felt those long fingers thrust in and out of her less-experienced pussy.

"Oh yes Emily! Fuck me!" She cried. Ashley could feel herself getting closer. Emily buried her head in the girl's clothed bosom. Curling her hand as she felt the blondes vagina contract, Ashley threw her head back.

"Yeeesss! Oh shit Emily!" She thought she'd black out from the powerful orgasm that ripped through her. She panted. Emily pulled out of her and Ashley glanced at her superior with lust-heavy eyes. She marvelled the brunettes beauty as she watched her button up her short-sleeved shirt.

"Shit, Emily, what happened to your arms?" She jumped down off the sink to inspect the long, red lines across Prentiss' forearm.

"Its nothing, leave it alone." The taller woman snatched her arm away and walked briskly out of the bathrooms.

Ashley stood in shock for a moment, trying to comprehend what was happening. She heard the glass doors of the bullpen shut, and walked out to find that Emily had gone. Picking up her bag from her desk, she grabbed her cell. She dialled a number as she walked.

"Hey, Garcia? Its Ashley. Can I meet you somewhere? I need to talk to someone…"

Sorry it's taken so long; blame mock exams! Chapter 9 will be up soon I hope :)