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littlecarmine · 5 months
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PAGET BREWSTER as EMILY PRENTISS as LAUREN REYNOLDS
CRIMINAL MINDS (2005 — PRESENT)
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sophiedevreaux · 1 year
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Emily Prentiss + Lauren Reynolds
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Can we take a moment to admire Hotch’s pic on Emily’s phone when he calls?
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lucysbradford · 1 year
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Criminal Minds | 6x18 - "Lauren"
"Listen to me. I know why you did all of this. I know what you did for Declan. I'm so proud of you. Do you understand that?"
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The thing is...the Lauren arc goes so hard partly because of the chemistry between Prentiss and Doyle. The look on her face when she finds out he's Valhalla? The way she tries to offer him an out? The softness in his eyes when he sees her playing with Declan, the coldness there when he meets her again years later? Their scenes are electric. And when he says "you wanted to get back in my head. I changed the locks" like??? CHILLS.
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jaspxr · 2 years
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goldenphoenix4 · 27 days
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criminal minds quotes that made me laugh
6x18: lauren
rossi: so, if we puncture his self-image, this hood rat will talk
unsub: hey, hey, hey! i ain't no hood rat! you take that back!
rossi: well, you look like one. you smell like one. you smell that?
reid, sniffing the air dramatically: hood rat.
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gena-rowlands · 1 year
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"LAUREN" | Criminal Minds 6x18 - dir. by Matthew Gray Gubler - starring Paget Brewster as Emily Prentiss fka. Lauren Reynolds
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lonelychicagos · 1 year
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| criminal minds 6x18, lauren
the heart. the matching smiles. the contact photo.
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tenaciousarcadeexpert · 10 months
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Endless gifs of Jennifer Jareau
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teenwolf-theoriginals · 8 months
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littlecarmine · 2 years
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You're just full of surprises, aren't you?
You have no idea.
EMILY PRENTISS as LAUREN REYNOLDS in 6x18 "LAUREN."
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damnhotmsimmons · 10 months
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Endless gifs of Jennifer Jareau
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Is it that Bad a Life?
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Summary: Takes place during the events of 6x18 “Lauren.” Emily finds out she’s pregnant with Ian’s child and isn’t sure what to do. 
Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Ian Doyle
Word Count: 3000
Warnings: miscarriage, pregnancy loss, mentions of blood, angst, arguing, mention of menstrual products
This work is intended for readers 18 and over. 
A03
Something wasn’t right; Emily could feel it. 
She’d woken up that morning stretched across the California King bed she shared with Ian. Sunlight streamed through the open windows, a light breeze blowing the white, sheer curtains around. 
Ian was nowhere to be found, had probably left hours ago. Emily sat up with a start, searching for the clock on the nightstand.
10:15. She’d slept until 10:15. 
She never slept until 10:15.
Pushing the forest green sheets aside, she threw herself to her feet, but the momentum set her off-balance, and she had to grip the edge of the bed for support as the room spun around her.
She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths, waiting for her heart rate to slow before opening them again.
The room steadied, so she straightened up and made her way to the attached bathroom.
It wasn’t until her bare feet met the cold tile that she realized how warm she was. Emily stood in front of the large mirror that ran behind the double sinks and appraised her appearance.
She’d slept in a lavender silk nightgown, and her brown hair was wild around her face. Her dark eyes were tired, and her bare arms had faint lines on them from the bed sheets. 
She took a cold shower to cool her body down and wake herself up. When she emerged, she felt like a new person. 
It’s probably nothing… she scolded herself as she dried her hair and curled it, still donning the white bathrobe she’d put on after her shower. 
Oversleeping, feeling off, was probably just a result of how hard she’d been working. She found herself falling deeper undercover with this role than she’d expected, feeling more attached to Doyle than she’d ever intended. It wasn’t something she could explain to her superior, Clyde, or her coworkers on the team during her weekly check-ins. They knew her work was efficient, but they had no idea just how efficient she was being.
She hated herself for how she felt about him. And she hated herself more that she couldn’t stop.
Emily pushed those thoughts out of her head, wrapping the cord around the hairdryer and opening the cabinet under her designated sink to return it to its place. 
But she froze when, next to the hairdryer, she spotted her unopened box of tampons. With shaking hands, she grabbed the box and set it on the counter, counting backward in her head.
No, that couldn’t be right, she thought, counting again. 
She’d been undercover for six weeks; her period had ended just days before starting this assignment. And she hadn’t gotten one since.
Her blood turned cold. She’d been under a lot of stress, and her period had never been particularly regular before. She’d slept with Doyle a few times, but they’d always been safe. There was no way she was pregnant.
That’s how she was standing, tampon box in hand, a horrified expression on her face, when Louise, Doyle’s housekeeper, walked into the bedroom with cleaning supplies in tow. Emily had left the bathroom door open, leaving herself exposed.
“Oh!” Louise said, turning away. “I’m sorry, Miss; I thought the room was empty.”
By now, it normally was. 
Louise’s interruption broke Emily out of her panic. “It’s okay,” she whispered, unable to take her eyes off of the box in her hands. 
“I can come back,” she offered.
Emily finally looked up and met her eyes, and Louise stopped when she saw the fear in them. The woman glanced between Emily and the tampons, and it only took a moment before the realization dawned on her face.
“Oh, honey. I’ll be right back.” She left her cleaning supplies behind and took off. 
“No!” Emily protested. “Please—”
She couldn’t tell Doyle. She couldn’t tell anyone. Not until she figured out what she was going to do. 
But Louise was already gone, and Emily couldn’t well chase after her in her robe, so she set the box down on the counter, moved back into the bedroom to sit on the edge of her bed, feeling numb, and waited for whatever would come next.
Louise returned only moments later, alone, and closed the bedroom door behind her. The other woman joined Emily on the edge of the bed and reached into one of her dress pockets. Without saying a word, she slipped a pregnancy test into Emily’s hands.
A dozen emotions rose up in Emily all at once, but she shoved them all down and simply nodded. She needed to focus on one thing at a time; otherwise, she’d completely lose it.
Emily made her way back to the bathroom, closing the door this time, while Louise began straightening up in the bedroom. Emily found some comfort in the fact that she wouldn’t be entirely alone while she did this.
It wasn’t the first time she’d taken a pregnancy test, but she knew the outcome she’d wanted then. Now, she wasn’t so sure. 
The first time, she was 15, living in Rome. Her best friend, Matthew, had taken her to a clinic nearby to get an abortion. Her mother still didn’t know about any of it.
Now, 15 years later, she was filled with the same fear she’d felt then, but also a strange peace. She was older, financially stable. She’d always wanted a family, and while being undercover certainly complicated the matter, Clyde could pull her out. She could do this.
Or… maybe Ian was ready to be a father, just as she was ready to be a mother. Maybe they could do this together. It was a dangerous hope, she knew, but she couldn’t deny it. 
The two minutes passed just as slowly as the first time while she waited to receive her fate.
What felt like hours later, she glanced down at her watch to find her time was up. She stared at herself in the mirror for a moment and forced herself to take a deep breath. 
Emily wasn’t ready, but she couldn’t put it off any longer. A shaking hand picked up the test and moved it in front of her face.
Clear as day, it read one word: Pregnant.
The plastic stick slipped out of her hand, clattering in the sink. Suppressed sobs slipped past the wall she’d built, and everything she felt came bursting to the surface. She clutched the sink until her knuckles were white, her vision going blurry with tears. 
Her stomach rolled, and she threw herself on the ground in front of the toilet, retching. The little food that was left in her stomach reappeared, and she clutched the porcelain until there was nothing left.
She cleaned herself up, wiping away her tears and washing her face, before opening the bathroom door, test in hand. The reality of her situation was weighing on her quickly, and she had no idea what she was going to do now. 
Louise paused in the middle of making the bed, and her face crumpled when she saw Emily’s expression. The woman made her way toward Emily, taking the stick from her hand. She didn’t need to read it to know what it said.
“He doesn’t need to know,” she whispered, throwing the test at the bottom of her garbage bag and burying it. “Not unless you want him to.” 
“Thank you,” Emily choked.
“You should get dressed; he’ll be home soon,” she said.
Emily nodded and made her way to the closet. She procured a loose tan sweater, white trousers, and comfortable shoes. The final touch was adding the golden ring Ian had given her on a matching gold chain around her neck. 
Once she was dressed, she took a final look at herself in the mirror. Makeup had successfully hidden any remnants of her earlier breakdown. The sweater hung loose around her frame. Unable to help herself, she turned to the side and played with the fabric, pulling it away from her stomach, wondering what she’d look like with a bump. 
She hated that a part of her loved it. Wanted it. Wanted a little version of herself or Ian running around, the best parts of both of them. 
Emily couldn’t keep the baby, couldn’t raise the child of a terrorist.
But what if she could?
She turned away from the mirror; she couldn’t think about this now. Ian was learning to read her face, and she couldn’t risk giving anything away.
Emily walked with determination out of her bedroom, thanking Louise quietly as she did so, and made her way into the parlor. Declan, Louise’s son, was sprawled out on the floor, frowning.
“What’s wrong, Declan?” Emily asked, sitting on the couch near him.
“I’m bored,” he said. 
“You wouldn’t want to play hide and seek with me, would you?” she asked, a teasing smile on her lips.
She certainly wouldn’t mind the distraction.
Declan perked up. “Yeah!” 
“Alright, I’m gonna count to ten; are you ready?”
Declan jumped to his feet, his blonde curls bouncing around his face. “I’m ready!”
“Okay,” Emily said, covering her eyes with her hands. “1… 2… 3…”
When she reached 10, she pulled her hands away to find Declan’s unmistakable blonde curls ducking behind the coffee table in front of her, just behind the centerpiece. 
She jumped to her feet with a smile on her face. “Ready or not, here I come!”
Declan crawled around the table, Emily chasing after him, chanting, “I’m gonna get you! I’m gonna get you!”
Declan scampered away, his little voice saying, “I don’t see you!”
“I’m gonna get you!” Emily squealed, scooping Declan off the ground. When she looked up, still giggling, she found herself looking at Ian.
“Hi,” she said with a smile. 
She wrapped her arms around Declan, almost instinctually, protectively, and Declan reached up to grab her arm. She let herself wonder what it would feel like to hold their child the same way.
Ian glanced from Declan to her with a matching grin on his face. Emily’s heart skipped a beat, and she couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was a way to make this work after all. 
Without breaking eye contact, Ian called, “Louise, come take your boy, please.”
Emily stiffened, careful not to look in Louise’s direction as she collected Declan, and they left the room. Ian’s eyes followed them until they were gone.
Emily risked a glance, unable to help herself, setting her hands on her lower back. When she realized what she was doing, she shifted them onto her hips instead, biting her lip. 
“You ever think about that?” Ian asked.
“Having kids?” She forced out a laugh. “Be a little hard with what we do, don’t you think?”
She wanted to tell him so badly. He seemed more open to the idea than she ever could’ve imagined. But she bit her tongue.
“Maybe you need the right man to do it with. And a son who’s crazy about you.”
Emily’s smile fell as she realized what Ian was confessing. “I—I thought he was your housekeeper’s.”
“Louise raises Declan so no one can use him against me. But he’s mine. And he needs a mother.”
The weight of Ian’s words hit Emily hard. He was offering her everything she wanted: a family. Declan could have a little brother or sister. 
But the reality of their situation couldn’t be avoided. 
Emily shook her head. “I can’t do that. Not here.”
“Then I’ll get you out.”
That gave her an idea; the only way they could make this work. 
“Or…” she started, fighting to keep the hope out of her voice and failing. “I could get you out. I have resources. Contacts. He would be safer. And he’d have a father.”
Our child would have a father, is what she was really saying.
“You know what I am, Lauren. A warrior. I lead warriors. I raise warriors. I can’t just leave.” 
Her heart broke in that moment. He’d made a decision without even realizing it. 
Emily crossed her arms, creating a barrier between herself and their baby and him. 
“You want me to raise your son so he can have your life?”
“Is it that bad a life?” 
“There are so many things I would do to make you happy,” Declan ran in once more to stand by Emily, and she bent down next to him, running a hand through his soft hair. “But… I can’t do this.” She ran her hand through his hair again before patting him on the back. 
“Go to your father.”
Declan scurried over to Ian, wrapping his arms around his father’s waist. Emily watched with a heavy heart. She pulled herself to her feet, turned away from them, and took off the necklace Ian had gifted her, fighting back tears.
“I’m going for a walk,” she mumbled.
Her favorite place on the compound, where she went when she needed to be alone, was the gardens. Tending the flowers brought her peace, but today, she simply opted to walk through the winding paths. The hedges were tall enough that she could walk with her hands on her stomach without anyone noticing.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I don’t know what kind of life you’ll have. But I’ll do my best, I promise.”
Something in her stomach twinged. She knew it was too early to feel any movement, but it made her smile anyways.
She let her hands swing by her sides as she continued her walk, picturing what kind of life they’d have. Being a single mother wouldn’t be easy, but the more she thought about it, the more she wanted it. At her check-in at the end of the week, she’d tell Clyde and get herself pulled from this assignment. Finally having a plan made her smile.
She finished her lap around the gardens with that same smile on her face. But as she neared the house, a sharp pain stopped her in her tracks. 
A hand flew to her stomach instinctively. She waited a moment, hoping desperately it would pass, but instead, another wave of pain ripped through her.
“No,” she choked out. “Please.”
Another cramp struck her so hard that she almost fell to her knees. Something warm trickled down her legs, and she glanced down in horror to find her white pants were staining red.
Her first thought was that no one could see her like this. She snuck through the servants’ door into the back of the house. The nearest room was the laundry room, so she ducked in there, slamming the door shut behind her.
“No, no, no,” she moaned as another pain made her double over. 
She stripped her pants off; she’d never been particularly nauseous around blood, but the state her legs were in made her head spin. 
She threw her pants on the closest surface and reached for the stain remover. She sprayed it all over her pants, hoping the blood would lift out.
As she scrubbed, tears fell from her cheeks onto the fabric, but she kept scrubbing. There was nothing else she could do. She couldn’t stop what was in motion. 
A hand on her shoulder made her nearly jump out of her skin, but she was relieved to find it was only Louise. She hadn’t even heard the woman enter.
Louise’s face was broken, and it only made Emily’s chest ache more, but she kept rubbing at her pants. She was afraid of what would happen if she stopped moving.
“I’m sorry, I just really loved—” Emily hiccuped. “These pants.”
Louise set her hands gently on top of Emily’s and lifted them up. “I understand. But I don’t think the stain is going to come out.”
Louise lifted up the stained fabric and threw it in the nearest garbage can. “I’m so sorry.”
Louise wrapped her arms around the taller woman, unleashing a new round of sobs from Emily. 
Emily didn’t know how much time passed, but eventually, her breathing calmed. Only then did Louise pull away. 
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”
She reached into the nearby laundry basket and procured a pair of Ian’s black sweatpants. Before Emily put them on, Louise grabbed a rag from the sink, wet it, and scrubbed at Emily’s legs. 
Emily stripped out of her underwear, unable to feel any shame or embarrassment, and grabbed a fresh pair from the laundry. 
“You’ll want these as well,” Louise said, procuring a small pack of pads from her cleaning cart. “I always keep some on hand.”
“Th—thank you,” Emily gasped. “But can I ask, why are you helping me?”
Louise set her hand on Emily’s arm. “I’ve been where you are.”
Emily’s heart broke for the other woman. She slipped on Ian’s oversized sweatpants, unable to utter another word.
“You should get some rest. I’ll tell Mr. Doyle you’re not feeling well.”
“Thank you, Louise. For everything.”
“Your secret is safe with me,” she whispered. 
Emily numbly made her way through the house and into her shared bedroom, closing the door behind her. She took the pack of pads into the bathroom, and more tears streamed down her cheeks as she remembered just how different her life had been only a few hours ago.
Once she was cleaned up, she crawled under the sheets, begging for sleep to come, but it evaded her.
Some time later, the door opened again, and a familiar presence slipped into bed behind her, holding her close.
“Louise said you weren’t feeling well. What can I do?”
“Nothing,” Emily whispered. “Just started my period; I get really bad cramps.”
“Do you want to be alone?” he asked.
When he was like this, gentle and thoughtful with her, she almost forgot who and what he really was. 
Tonight, she figured she could forgive herself if she overlooked who he was and simply let herself be comforted.
“Please stay,” she choked out. “I don’t want to be alone.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he vowed, holding her closer. “I promise.”
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notallwonder · 1 year
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WHY did they put Garcia in shamrock-esque earrings in CM 6x18 "Lauren"? Feels rude.
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penelope-garcia · 2 years
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Criminal minds!
favorite male character: spencer
favorite female character: penelope/emily
least favorite character: rossi lmao
prettiest character: jj
funniest character: penelope
favorite season: s4, season 7 is also very good!
favorite episode: Lauren (6x18) i have seen it so many times its just so good. profiler, profiled is a close second though.
favorite romantic ship: jemily/garvez
favorite family ship: the bau i guess
favorite friend ship: derek/emily and spencer/penelope
worst ship: jeid
leave a TV show or movie in my ask box and I’ll tell you…
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