FIC: Let Me Prove It To You (1/?)
Let Me Prove It To You
Chapter 1
Emily Prentiss walked onto a terrace of a ridiculously expensive beach house in Tuscany. She had never really been a morning person, but ever since she moved in there, she started to somewhat enjoy the earliest part of the day. So every day she would make herself a cup of coffee and sit on the terrace for about an hour to enjoy the tasty hot beverage as well as a gentle sea breeze.
When she first decided to leave the BAU, she had no idea what she was going to do with her life. The only thing she knew that she couldn’t stay in Quantico or even in the US anymore. At first, her mother suggested that she join her in Paris, where she was currently residing, but the idea of spending more time than necessary with her mother did not sit well with Emily. She didn’t mind the occasional dinner here and there, but the idea of being in such proximity to her mother for an extended period of time scared Emily to death. So even though her mother couldn’t stop insisting for at least three weeks, Emily politely declined the offer and told her mother that she’d rather be somewhere on her own.
For a while she had this idea of travelling the world, but in the end she realized that she really was a bit tired of moving around and came to the conclusion that she’d rather settle somewhere nice and quiet. She knew money wasn’t an object and she had more than enough to last her for at least a year, until she was ready to decide what she was going to do with the rest of her life. She knew she was going to have to make that decision sooner or later and she definitely wasn’t ready to leave the Bureau permanently, but she knew that she needed a break somewhere where she wouldn’t be haunted by memories she was trying so hard to forget.
So finally, after weighing pros and cons of many places, she decided on Tuscany, a place she held dear in her heart from the time she had spent there when she was younger. Her mother had a beach house there, and while Emily wasn’t 100% comfortable with taking anything from her mother, after the Ambassador insisted and promised that she would not be making any unannounced visits to that particular property, Emily decided that maybe moving into that house wasn’t such a bad idea.
The first few days after she moved in were a little tough. Everything was so much different than in Quantico. She was now living in a huge beach house, instead of an apartment, however spacious hers might have been, she didn’t have any immediate neighbors and she could go to the beach and into the ocean any time she wanted. At first she didn’t really care about all those things, but as time went by, she learned to appreciate them. It brought her joy that she was able to sit at her terrace and breathe the fresh air and not worry about her neighbors fighting, moving furniture or trying to get their kids to behave.
With all the free time on her hands, she had learned to celebrate and enjoy each simple activity more than she had done in the past. Coffee used to be just a necessity that she would grab on her way to work after having slept for just over three hours. Now coffee was a part of her entire morning ritual, which also included a morning bath and a sit-down on her terrace.
What amazed her every day as she sat outside breathing the ocean air was the beauty of her surroundings. She remembered Tuscany as extremely captivating from the time she had spent there in the past, but she realized that somehow it had gotten even more beautiful than the time she last saw it. She also realized that watching the ocean and listening to the waves hit the shore brought her some sort of comfort, even if just for a little while. She knew well that she was never really going to escape the memories that kept haunting her at night, but she knew she had to try, before it made her insane. Getting away from Quantico was the first and easiest step. The more difficult task was to erase a certain communications liaison from her mind. Because so far, no matter where she went, the blonde’s eyes and her smile were etched in Emily’s mind and she knew it was going to take much more than moving to a fancy beach house half across the world to get rid of those images. They did seem a little more blurry with each passing day, at least that’s what she was hoping, nevertheless they were still there and she hated the fact that there was nothing that she could do about it.
Sometimes she was almost mad at herself for letting herself fall so hard for someone who could never be hers. From the very beginning she knew it was stupid and hopeless, yet no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t help but develop stronger feelings for the liaison with every single day. With every meeting, every case together, every smile, every bottle of wine shared with the blonde, she kept falling harder and harder, until there was no more place to fall. Maybe if she hadn’t let herself fall so in love with Jennifer Jareau, all of this would have been easier. Maybe then it wouldn’t hurt so much. Or maybe then it would never have been necessary to get away from her in the first place. But with the feelings that she still did have for her colleague, it was simply impossible to stay. It was impossible to be around her and not wanna scream and shout and either fall apart or be mad at the blonde and the world. Or herself. Because really, she no longer knew whose fault it was that her life had become such a mess.
Emily sighed at the realization that she can’t go a single day without thinking about JJ. It had been months since they were last in contact, yet it didn’t seem to hurt any less.
She was suddenly brought back to reality by the sound of a ringing phone. When she looked at her cell phone, she immediately realized that the call was coming from Quantico, Virginia, the US. She didn’t recognize that particular number, but she knew all the prefixes by heart. A part of her wanted to just let it go and not pick up, but the other part felt that the call might be something important.
“Hello?” She finally decided to answer and it surprised her how weird it was to answer the phone without a Prentiss or Agent Prentiss thrown in somewhere.
“Hi Emily, it’s Garcia…” She heard her friend’s voice and immediately regretted taking that call.
Chapter 1
Emily Prentiss walked onto a terrace of a ridiculously expensive beach house in Tuscany. She had never really been a morning person, but ever since she moved in there, she started to somewhat enjoy the earliest part of the day. So every day she would make herself a cup of coffee and sit on the terrace for about an hour to enjoy the tasty hot beverage as well as a gentle sea breeze.
When she first decided to leave the BAU, she had no idea what she was going to do with her life. The only thing she knew that she couldn’t stay in Quantico or even in the US anymore. At first, her mother suggested that she join her in Paris, where she was currently residing, but the idea of spending more time than necessary with her mother did not sit well with Emily. She didn’t mind the occasional dinner here and there, but the idea of being in such proximity to her mother for an extended period of time scared Emily to death. So even though her mother couldn’t stop insisting for at least three weeks, Emily politely declined the offer and told her mother that she’d rather be somewhere on her own.
For a while she had this idea of travelling the world, but in the end she realized that she really was a bit tired of moving around and came to the conclusion that she’d rather settle somewhere nice and quiet. She knew money wasn’t an object and she had more than enough to last her for at least a year, until she was ready to decide what she was going to do with the rest of her life. She knew she was going to have to make that decision sooner or later and she definitely wasn’t ready to leave the Bureau permanently, but she knew that she needed a break somewhere where she wouldn’t be haunted by memories she was trying so hard to forget.
So finally, after weighing pros and cons of many places, she decided on Tuscany, a place she held dear in her heart from the time she had spent there when she was younger. Her mother had a beach house there, and while Emily wasn’t 100% comfortable with taking anything from her mother, after the Ambassador insisted and promised that she would not be making any unannounced visits to that particular property, Emily decided that maybe moving into that house wasn’t such a bad idea.
The first few days after she moved in were a little tough. Everything was so much different than in Quantico. She was now living in a huge beach house, instead of an apartment, however spacious hers might have been, she didn’t have any immediate neighbors and she could go to the beach and into the ocean any time she wanted. At first she didn’t really care about all those things, but as time went by, she learned to appreciate them. It brought her joy that she was able to sit at her terrace and breathe the fresh air and not worry about her neighbors fighting, moving furniture or trying to get their kids to behave.
With all the free time on her hands, she had learned to celebrate and enjoy each simple activity more than she had done in the past. Coffee used to be just a necessity that she would grab on her way to work after having slept for just over three hours. Now coffee was a part of her entire morning ritual, which also included a morning bath and a sit-down on her terrace.
What amazed her every day as she sat outside breathing the ocean air was the beauty of her surroundings. She remembered Tuscany as extremely captivating from the time she had spent there in the past, but she realized that somehow it had gotten even more beautiful than the time she last saw it. She also realized that watching the ocean and listening to the waves hit the shore brought her some sort of comfort, even if just for a little while. She knew well that she was never really going to escape the memories that kept haunting her at night, but she knew she had to try, before it made her insane. Getting away from Quantico was the first and easiest step. The more difficult task was to erase a certain communications liaison from her mind. Because so far, no matter where she went, the blonde’s eyes and her smile were etched in Emily’s mind and she knew it was going to take much more than moving to a fancy beach house half across the world to get rid of those images. They did seem a little more blurry with each passing day, at least that’s what she was hoping, nevertheless they were still there and she hated the fact that there was nothing that she could do about it.
Sometimes she was almost mad at herself for letting herself fall so hard for someone who could never be hers. From the very beginning she knew it was stupid and hopeless, yet no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t help but develop stronger feelings for the liaison with every single day. With every meeting, every case together, every smile, every bottle of wine shared with the blonde, she kept falling harder and harder, until there was no more place to fall. Maybe if she hadn’t let herself fall so in love with Jennifer Jareau, all of this would have been easier. Maybe then it wouldn’t hurt so much. Or maybe then it would never have been necessary to get away from her in the first place. But with the feelings that she still did have for her colleague, it was simply impossible to stay. It was impossible to be around her and not wanna scream and shout and either fall apart or be mad at the blonde and the world. Or herself. Because really, she no longer knew whose fault it was that her life had become such a mess.
Emily sighed at the realization that she can’t go a single day without thinking about JJ. It had been months since they were last in contact, yet it didn’t seem to hurt any less.
She was suddenly brought back to reality by the sound of a ringing phone. When she looked at her cell phone, she immediately realized that the call was coming from Quantico, Virginia, the US. She didn’t recognize that particular number, but she knew all the prefixes by heart. A part of her wanted to just let it go and not pick up, but the other part felt that the call might be something important.
“Hello?” She finally decided to answer and it surprised her how weird it was to answer the phone without a Prentiss or Agent Prentiss thrown in somewhere.
“Hi Emily, it’s Garcia…” She heard her friend’s voice and immediately regretted taking that call.