Creatures of the Night: Power Play, 22/?
Title: Power Play
Rating: R
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Universe: Creatures of the Night (Part 1)
Pairing: Morgan/Prentiss; JJ/Hotch
Genre: Supernatural/Drama
Summary: Tensions are running high when a vampire joins the BAU, but all differences must be put aside as the team investigate a series of suspicious werewolf murders. AU.
Author’s Notes: Betaed by Windy City Dreamer. Also, I’d just like to throw out my thanks to all you awesome reviewers out there. You’ve all said some really nice things, most of which are making me blush a little, so kudos. You’re the power source that keeps this engine turning.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Present day.
It’s late - or rather, early - when he hears the sounds of Emily stirring. From the soft light of the medical office, he can see her body twisting, dark eyes taking in her surroundings.
‘Emily,’ he says softly, his hand hovering over hers. ‘Emily, it’s Morgan, can you hear me.’ He’s not quite sure what he expects - after all, they’ve known each other for less than a day, and for most of that time, he hadn’t exactly been forthcoming. He doubts she’ll even recognize him in the state of confusion that usually follows healing.
What he hadn’t been expecting was for her hand to shoot up and grab at his wrist. She’s incredibly strong, even in this diluted state, but it’s getting closer and closer to the full moon, and he’s no weakling even on the worst of days. He pries it off gently, repeating her name in the hopes of eliciting a reaction.
She murmurs something then - a name. ‘Rowan…’ She says it again, and it’s a name that he doesn’t recognize, but it seems important to her.
‘It’s Morgan,’ he repeats firmly, and her eyes narrow slightly, as if trying to focus on his face.
‘Morgan…?’ There’s a sudden spark of realization. ‘Morgan!’ She sits up before he can tell her not to, and then puts a hand to her abdomen, where, as far as he can tell, the wound is now close to fully healed.
‘I was dreaming,’ she says shortly, and somehow he knows that that is all she’s going to reveal on that front - at least for now.
‘Do you remember what happened?’ he asks, hoping that her confusion isn’t the result of some short-term amnesia.
‘Sure,’ she winces. ‘Checking out the scene, knife in the gut.’ She lifts the hospital gown that the med agent must have dressed her in, revealing the white bandage across her abdomen, in addition to a pair of black panties and - in Morgan’s opinion - some very nice thighs. She pulls back the white strip, and in place of the freely bleeding wound he had seen the previous night, there’s an ugly red scar.
It’s almost hypnotic, and part of him wants to just reach out and touch it, but he’s not so sure that Emily would react favorably to that. If it’s anything like the scars that he’s gotten during the full moon, though, it’ll stay like that for a couple of days, and then start to fade away. Any wounds made by fire or silver are an exception. That’s an eternal scar.
The thought of that reminds him of the cross burnt into her shoulder, but he isn’t going to ask pressing questions about her past while she’s in this state.
‘You got him back alright?’ she asks, and it’s a few seconds before he realizes that she’s talking about the vampire that had attacked them.
‘Yeah,’ he says, ‘You broke his neck, though, so he’ll be out for a little while.’
She nods, biting her lips slightly. It’s with just the right amount of pressure that the fangs don’t break through the skin. He wonders how many necks she’s broken in her time, and, if there are more, how many of them had been vampires.
‘Good morning,’ the med Agent greets them, quickly shedding his latex gloves and replacing them with a new pair. ‘How are we feeling?’
Emily raises an eyebrow, as if it’s the stupidest question she’s ever heard. ‘Like I got stabbed,’ she says bluntly, softening slightly. ‘Sorry. I get…irritated after injuries sometimes.’
The Agent nods. ‘As is the case with most vampires.’
Her spine straightens, as if she’s had a rod jammed up there, and Morgan winces. Emily Prentiss does not want to be compared with other vampires. Evidently the med Agent senses the tension that he’s created, because he quickly makes his departure.
Emily gets to her feet, blatantly ignoring the hand that Morgan holds out to help her. She isn’t wincing any more, and he gets the idea that she’s probably going to avoid talking about the wound as much as possible.
‘Where’s my car?’ she asks, and there’s a tiny bit of exhaustion in her voice that he knows she’ll never admit to feeling.
He raises an eyebrow. ‘You aren’t thinking about going out for donuts, are you?’
She gives a low laugh. ‘No. I can get donuts in the cafeteria. I have spare clothes in my car; I am not going to work in a hospital gown.’
‘Wait…’ he almost double-takes. ‘Work? You’re seriously thinking about coming in today?’
She looks at him as though he’s some kind of creature from outer space. ‘Don’t think I’m going to lay here reading six month back issues of Vapid Vamp while you get to give the guy whose neck I broke the smackdown. I’m in on this, Morgan.’
He sighs, knowing that while Hotch might be able to win this battle, Emily certainly isn’t going to listen to him.
‘Parking garage,’ he tells her. ‘Right near the elevators.’
There’s a brief pause, and she hasn’t left yet. ‘Keys?’ she reminds him.
Right.
They’re in his pocket, still stained with her blood. She glances at them momentarily before giving him a short wave, and walking straight out. The gown aside, it’s difficult to tell how close she had come to death.
Rating: R
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Universe: Creatures of the Night (Part 1)
Pairing: Morgan/Prentiss; JJ/Hotch
Genre: Supernatural/Drama
Summary: Tensions are running high when a vampire joins the BAU, but all differences must be put aside as the team investigate a series of suspicious werewolf murders. AU.
Author’s Notes: Betaed by Windy City Dreamer. Also, I’d just like to throw out my thanks to all you awesome reviewers out there. You’ve all said some really nice things, most of which are making me blush a little, so kudos. You’re the power source that keeps this engine turning.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Present day.
It’s late - or rather, early - when he hears the sounds of Emily stirring. From the soft light of the medical office, he can see her body twisting, dark eyes taking in her surroundings.
‘Emily,’ he says softly, his hand hovering over hers. ‘Emily, it’s Morgan, can you hear me.’ He’s not quite sure what he expects - after all, they’ve known each other for less than a day, and for most of that time, he hadn’t exactly been forthcoming. He doubts she’ll even recognize him in the state of confusion that usually follows healing.
What he hadn’t been expecting was for her hand to shoot up and grab at his wrist. She’s incredibly strong, even in this diluted state, but it’s getting closer and closer to the full moon, and he’s no weakling even on the worst of days. He pries it off gently, repeating her name in the hopes of eliciting a reaction.
She murmurs something then - a name. ‘Rowan…’ She says it again, and it’s a name that he doesn’t recognize, but it seems important to her.
‘It’s Morgan,’ he repeats firmly, and her eyes narrow slightly, as if trying to focus on his face.
‘Morgan…?’ There’s a sudden spark of realization. ‘Morgan!’ She sits up before he can tell her not to, and then puts a hand to her abdomen, where, as far as he can tell, the wound is now close to fully healed.
‘I was dreaming,’ she says shortly, and somehow he knows that that is all she’s going to reveal on that front - at least for now.
‘Do you remember what happened?’ he asks, hoping that her confusion isn’t the result of some short-term amnesia.
‘Sure,’ she winces. ‘Checking out the scene, knife in the gut.’ She lifts the hospital gown that the med agent must have dressed her in, revealing the white bandage across her abdomen, in addition to a pair of black panties and - in Morgan’s opinion - some very nice thighs. She pulls back the white strip, and in place of the freely bleeding wound he had seen the previous night, there’s an ugly red scar.
It’s almost hypnotic, and part of him wants to just reach out and touch it, but he’s not so sure that Emily would react favorably to that. If it’s anything like the scars that he’s gotten during the full moon, though, it’ll stay like that for a couple of days, and then start to fade away. Any wounds made by fire or silver are an exception. That’s an eternal scar.
The thought of that reminds him of the cross burnt into her shoulder, but he isn’t going to ask pressing questions about her past while she’s in this state.
‘You got him back alright?’ she asks, and it’s a few seconds before he realizes that she’s talking about the vampire that had attacked them.
‘Yeah,’ he says, ‘You broke his neck, though, so he’ll be out for a little while.’
She nods, biting her lips slightly. It’s with just the right amount of pressure that the fangs don’t break through the skin. He wonders how many necks she’s broken in her time, and, if there are more, how many of them had been vampires.
‘Good morning,’ the med Agent greets them, quickly shedding his latex gloves and replacing them with a new pair. ‘How are we feeling?’
Emily raises an eyebrow, as if it’s the stupidest question she’s ever heard. ‘Like I got stabbed,’ she says bluntly, softening slightly. ‘Sorry. I get…irritated after injuries sometimes.’
The Agent nods. ‘As is the case with most vampires.’
Her spine straightens, as if she’s had a rod jammed up there, and Morgan winces. Emily Prentiss does not want to be compared with other vampires. Evidently the med Agent senses the tension that he’s created, because he quickly makes his departure.
Emily gets to her feet, blatantly ignoring the hand that Morgan holds out to help her. She isn’t wincing any more, and he gets the idea that she’s probably going to avoid talking about the wound as much as possible.
‘Where’s my car?’ she asks, and there’s a tiny bit of exhaustion in her voice that he knows she’ll never admit to feeling.
He raises an eyebrow. ‘You aren’t thinking about going out for donuts, are you?’
She gives a low laugh. ‘No. I can get donuts in the cafeteria. I have spare clothes in my car; I am not going to work in a hospital gown.’
‘Wait…’ he almost double-takes. ‘Work? You’re seriously thinking about coming in today?’
She looks at him as though he’s some kind of creature from outer space. ‘Don’t think I’m going to lay here reading six month back issues of Vapid Vamp while you get to give the guy whose neck I broke the smackdown. I’m in on this, Morgan.’
He sighs, knowing that while Hotch might be able to win this battle, Emily certainly isn’t going to listen to him.
‘Parking garage,’ he tells her. ‘Right near the elevators.’
There’s a brief pause, and she hasn’t left yet. ‘Keys?’ she reminds him.
Right.
They’re in his pocket, still stained with her blood. She glances at them momentarily before giving him a short wave, and walking straight out. The gown aside, it’s difficult to tell how close she had come to death.