Raw 1/?
Title: Raw
Author: addicted-mb
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairings: Emily Prentiss/Jennifer Jareau
Ratings: K (at the moment)
Disclaimers: Criminal Minds is not owned by me.
Authors Notes: Right, this story was inspired by a little event that happened to me a couple of days ago in my house. Nothing major like this obviously but I thought about what if Emily lost control? What if, one time, she wasn't in control of her emotions and just let the rage out? :D This will be an ongoing story. Not as long as Roadtrip, but will have a few chapters to it I think.
As always, feedback is loved! Let me know what you think of my inspired story! :D Oh, and thanks for reading!
***
Her knuckles were bruised and raw with bloody scratches.
She’d always been able to control her feelings, but the scene was the worst she’d ever laid witness to and this was one time her emotions came out. Her hands were shaking from the after-effects of conveying her anger and frustration out on the Unsub, who had massacred those poor children.
She lay on the ground against the brick wall, not being able to get the sickening images out of her head, and, unable to move or speak.
This is not something you can compartmentalise, Prentiss!
The team were assessing the damage done to the Unsub. Emily had certainly done a very good job of beating the man up and he would not be going to prison anytime soon. His first destination would be the hospital.
JJ looked up and saw Emily slumped against the bricks, not batting an eyelid. Concern washed over the blonde woman’s face, as she made her way over to the brunette.
“Emily? Are you ok?”
There was no response.
Frowning, JJ touched the brunette’s leg softly.
“Em?”
JJ wondered whether Emily’s compartmentalisation had caught up with her, and, now the poor woman could not deal with anymore emotions, leaving her in shock.
JJ rubbed Emily’s cheek that was cold from the winter breeze.
“Emily? Sweetie?”
Emily blinked at the warmth on her cheek, waking her from her shocked state.
“Jennifer?” Emily whispered. She was frightened as to where she was, but immediately was put at ease, staring into the blue eyes facing her.
“Hey sweetie, let me take a look at your hands? I need to see how bad they are,” the blonde spoke warmly, grasping at the two bloody objects in front of her.
JJ gasped at the sight, “Jesus Emily! You sure massacred your hands! I don’t think you’ll need stitches, but let’s get you home and I’ll fix them up for you.”
Accepting the assistance up, JJ guided a very automaton Emily to their SUV and did up her belt.
JJ had a few quick words to Hotch before taking the driver’s position and heading off to Emily’s apartment.
Not a word was spoken in the car, which usually would not raise concern to the blonde driving. What did concern her was the shaking. It was clear to JJ that even though Emily had expressed herself so violently towards the Unsub, she was unable to break down or bring back the normally so in-control-with-her-emotions Emily.
JJ turned off the ignition and opened Emily’s front door where she sat, still unaware that they had reached her apartment building. Leaning in, JJ undid the brunette’s seatbelt and felt her jump from the motion near her.
“Em, honey,” JJ rubbed the girls arms up and down, “We’re at you’re place. Have you got your keys handy? I’ll open the door for us.”
***
Emily’s place was immaculate. If she didn’t know that Emily had owned it for a few years, she would think that it was a brand new house yet to have someone live in it.
“Where’s your bathroom, Emily? I’ll take a look at your first aid kit.”
Emily pointed up the stairs as she flopped down on her couch, “Second door on the left.”
The first door was open and appeared to be a guest room, JJ walked past and opened up the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. She grabbed the small first aid kit there and went downstairs.
Emily was still shaking from the ordeal and was staring out of the large windows to the cityscape in front of her.
“Wow, Em! You do have a lovely apartment with amazing views!”
She frowned as Emily just grunted in response.
“Now, let’s take a look at those hands.”
She grabbed the left one lightly and saw Emily flinch. Her adrenaline must be dropping off, causing her to start feeling the pain. She cleaned off the cuts with a little water.
“This is going to sting, Em, but it will make sure you don’t get any infections down the track.”
Emily’s natural reaction was to withdraw her hands from JJ, but the blonde slowly took it back to finish off the job.
As she placed some gauge on the cuts, she whispered to Emily, “Why don’t I run you a bath? I think you could do with one to relax a little.”
Emily nodded slightly.
“Great,” she squeezed Emily’s thigh as she got up and went back to the bathroom. She found some soothing bath wash from the cupboard, which looked like an unwanted gift and poured it into the hot water.
Testing the water, she called out to the brunette downstairs, “Em, your bath is ready!”
***
After leaving Emily to the warm and comforting bath, she finally heard sobs from that direction. It was the first time JJ had heard Emily cry. It could have been the first time anyone had her cry.
Emily, the emotion-less.
Emily, the fearless.
Emily, the strong.
All of that was no longer. Not here, not now. Here, Emily lay in the bath, finally opening up and letting everything go.
JJ could not stand to let the brunette feel she was alone. Knocking on the door, she did not await a response. She rushed to Emily’s side and ignoring the foam or the water, held onto her tight.
Emily didn’t reject the gesture. She embraced it and lowered her face into JJ’s shoulder, sobbing harder.
It was a good twenty minutes or so, before Emily had eased down. She began to shiver as the water in the bath had turned cold, and, JJ suggested that she hop out and dry herself off. Grabbing the brunette’s towel, she closed her eyes and opened the towel up for Emily to wrap around her.
“How about you get some clothes on and I make us some dinner?”
A little embarrassed from her predicament, Emily nodded and entered her room.
***
Downstairs, JJ looked into the pantry finding some ingredients for spaghetti. She pulled them out and began prepping the food.
As she turned around, Emily had entered the kitchen in an old pair of tracksuit pants and an old, ragged Yale t-shirt.
JJ’s breath was taken away at the sight. Suddenly aware that she was staring, JJ voiced, “You feel a little better?”
Emily timidly whispered, “Thanks, JJ. I’m...I’m sorry you had to see me like this! You didn’t need to look after me.” She looked down at her feet.
JJ sighed, “Emily...there was no way you were going to be alone tonight. You need someone to take care of you, just like you did for me after the Hankel case. Besides, you, I, the rest of the team, we’re all family. That’s what we do for family. I, we all care for you, Em!” JJ squeezed Emily’s shoulder before tracing her hand down the brunette’s arm.
Emily shivered at the lingering touch.
“I think dinner’s ready. Are you hungry?”
Emily nodded and raised her right side of her face at an attempt of a smile.
“Right, it’s pretty simple! But, at least you’ll feel a little better after some carbs,” JJ smiled as she filled a plate before handing it to Emily.
Author: addicted-mb
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairings: Emily Prentiss/Jennifer Jareau
Ratings: K (at the moment)
Disclaimers: Criminal Minds is not owned by me.
Authors Notes: Right, this story was inspired by a little event that happened to me a couple of days ago in my house. Nothing major like this obviously but I thought about what if Emily lost control? What if, one time, she wasn't in control of her emotions and just let the rage out? :D This will be an ongoing story. Not as long as Roadtrip, but will have a few chapters to it I think.
As always, feedback is loved! Let me know what you think of my inspired story! :D Oh, and thanks for reading!
***
Her knuckles were bruised and raw with bloody scratches.
She’d always been able to control her feelings, but the scene was the worst she’d ever laid witness to and this was one time her emotions came out. Her hands were shaking from the after-effects of conveying her anger and frustration out on the Unsub, who had massacred those poor children.
She lay on the ground against the brick wall, not being able to get the sickening images out of her head, and, unable to move or speak.
This is not something you can compartmentalise, Prentiss!
The team were assessing the damage done to the Unsub. Emily had certainly done a very good job of beating the man up and he would not be going to prison anytime soon. His first destination would be the hospital.
JJ looked up and saw Emily slumped against the bricks, not batting an eyelid. Concern washed over the blonde woman’s face, as she made her way over to the brunette.
“Emily? Are you ok?”
There was no response.
Frowning, JJ touched the brunette’s leg softly.
“Em?”
JJ wondered whether Emily’s compartmentalisation had caught up with her, and, now the poor woman could not deal with anymore emotions, leaving her in shock.
JJ rubbed Emily’s cheek that was cold from the winter breeze.
“Emily? Sweetie?”
Emily blinked at the warmth on her cheek, waking her from her shocked state.
“Jennifer?” Emily whispered. She was frightened as to where she was, but immediately was put at ease, staring into the blue eyes facing her.
“Hey sweetie, let me take a look at your hands? I need to see how bad they are,” the blonde spoke warmly, grasping at the two bloody objects in front of her.
JJ gasped at the sight, “Jesus Emily! You sure massacred your hands! I don’t think you’ll need stitches, but let’s get you home and I’ll fix them up for you.”
Accepting the assistance up, JJ guided a very automaton Emily to their SUV and did up her belt.
JJ had a few quick words to Hotch before taking the driver’s position and heading off to Emily’s apartment.
Not a word was spoken in the car, which usually would not raise concern to the blonde driving. What did concern her was the shaking. It was clear to JJ that even though Emily had expressed herself so violently towards the Unsub, she was unable to break down or bring back the normally so in-control-with-her-emotions Emily.
JJ turned off the ignition and opened Emily’s front door where she sat, still unaware that they had reached her apartment building. Leaning in, JJ undid the brunette’s seatbelt and felt her jump from the motion near her.
“Em, honey,” JJ rubbed the girls arms up and down, “We’re at you’re place. Have you got your keys handy? I’ll open the door for us.”
***
Emily’s place was immaculate. If she didn’t know that Emily had owned it for a few years, she would think that it was a brand new house yet to have someone live in it.
“Where’s your bathroom, Emily? I’ll take a look at your first aid kit.”
Emily pointed up the stairs as she flopped down on her couch, “Second door on the left.”
The first door was open and appeared to be a guest room, JJ walked past and opened up the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. She grabbed the small first aid kit there and went downstairs.
Emily was still shaking from the ordeal and was staring out of the large windows to the cityscape in front of her.
“Wow, Em! You do have a lovely apartment with amazing views!”
She frowned as Emily just grunted in response.
“Now, let’s take a look at those hands.”
She grabbed the left one lightly and saw Emily flinch. Her adrenaline must be dropping off, causing her to start feeling the pain. She cleaned off the cuts with a little water.
“This is going to sting, Em, but it will make sure you don’t get any infections down the track.”
Emily’s natural reaction was to withdraw her hands from JJ, but the blonde slowly took it back to finish off the job.
As she placed some gauge on the cuts, she whispered to Emily, “Why don’t I run you a bath? I think you could do with one to relax a little.”
Emily nodded slightly.
“Great,” she squeezed Emily’s thigh as she got up and went back to the bathroom. She found some soothing bath wash from the cupboard, which looked like an unwanted gift and poured it into the hot water.
Testing the water, she called out to the brunette downstairs, “Em, your bath is ready!”
***
After leaving Emily to the warm and comforting bath, she finally heard sobs from that direction. It was the first time JJ had heard Emily cry. It could have been the first time anyone had her cry.
Emily, the emotion-less.
Emily, the fearless.
Emily, the strong.
All of that was no longer. Not here, not now. Here, Emily lay in the bath, finally opening up and letting everything go.
JJ could not stand to let the brunette feel she was alone. Knocking on the door, she did not await a response. She rushed to Emily’s side and ignoring the foam or the water, held onto her tight.
Emily didn’t reject the gesture. She embraced it and lowered her face into JJ’s shoulder, sobbing harder.
It was a good twenty minutes or so, before Emily had eased down. She began to shiver as the water in the bath had turned cold, and, JJ suggested that she hop out and dry herself off. Grabbing the brunette’s towel, she closed her eyes and opened the towel up for Emily to wrap around her.
“How about you get some clothes on and I make us some dinner?”
A little embarrassed from her predicament, Emily nodded and entered her room.
***
Downstairs, JJ looked into the pantry finding some ingredients for spaghetti. She pulled them out and began prepping the food.
As she turned around, Emily had entered the kitchen in an old pair of tracksuit pants and an old, ragged Yale t-shirt.
JJ’s breath was taken away at the sight. Suddenly aware that she was staring, JJ voiced, “You feel a little better?”
Emily timidly whispered, “Thanks, JJ. I’m...I’m sorry you had to see me like this! You didn’t need to look after me.” She looked down at her feet.
JJ sighed, “Emily...there was no way you were going to be alone tonight. You need someone to take care of you, just like you did for me after the Hankel case. Besides, you, I, the rest of the team, we’re all family. That’s what we do for family. I, we all care for you, Em!” JJ squeezed Emily’s shoulder before tracing her hand down the brunette’s arm.
Emily shivered at the lingering touch.
“I think dinner’s ready. Are you hungry?”
Emily nodded and raised her right side of her face at an attempt of a smile.
“Right, it’s pretty simple! But, at least you’ll feel a little better after some carbs,” JJ smiled as she filled a plate before handing it to Emily.