Today was the day, the day that Emily Prentiss was dreading. The day that her best friend, colleague and the one women she ever loved was getting married. She should be happy for her friend, she knew that Will wasn't a bad guy, not really and JJ was happy. But it was hard… so hard.
Emily had been in love with Jennifer Jareau since she was 36 years old, since the first time she saw that smile that just lights up the room no matter kind of horror is filling their screens, she was even the person who pushed her to the man she was currently slow dancing with, the thing is, Emily Prentiss was a player… from the outside anyway, the team often joked that she could even give Derek Morgan a run for his money, she picked up women easily, always going home with a new blonde then never seeing the same women twice.
She had thought about telling JJ… more then once actually, but she figured it was better to have JJ in her life as a friend then tell her and not have her in her life at all. She had tried all day to be happy for the couple but it was too much… all of it was too much. She had lost count of how may drinks she had thrown back and thanks to the generous wallet of David Rossi it was the good stuff too.
She kept her self together for the ceremony, keeping her eyes on little Henry and how adorable he looked in his suit, she couldn't bring herself to look at JJ or pay attention to what the officiant was saying. She had been conflicted about accepting the job in London but for Emily, this was the final straw, she was yet to tell the team but she had accepted the job this morning early that evening and so that was it, Emily Prentiss was moving half way around the world.
She had had watched her team dance and laugh on the make shift dance floor before she had moved to the bar to grab another glass of champagne, knocking it back she grabbed another… and then a third before she decided it wasn't doing the job and she needed something stronger, Rossi had quickly become a father figure to her, especially after the case of her friend Matthew when she had confided in him about her abortion all those years ago, she knew he had good liquor in his entertaining room so that's where she found her self. Sat on David Rossi's couch drinking expensive scotch straight out the bottle, she couldn't help but laugh, here she was, a middle aged women drinking hard liquor alone trying not to cry over a girl…
She wasn't sure how long she had been sat in that room, the only light coming from a soft table top lamp, when she felt Rossi slide onto the floor next to her, leaning against the couch. She chewed on her lip, trying not to cry, Emily Prentiss did not cry. In that moment, she was grateful that Rossi said nothing, he simply pried the bottle from her hands and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. She lay her head on his shoulder and could no longer control the tears, already emotional the alcohol simply heightened her sadness, and so, Emily Prentiss who did not cry sobbed against Rossi's shoulder.
"I know kiddo… I know…" he placed a kiss on the top of her head and allowed her to cry it out until she had no tears left to cry.