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littlecarmine · 1 year
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EMILY PRENTISS and SPENCER REID | CRIMINAL MINDS 4.06 “THE INSTINCTS”
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aaronwhorechner · 5 months
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Emily Prentiss Criminal Minds 4.06
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ropoto · 2 years
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Touché.
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bichimney · 1 year
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derek morgan wearing suits
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stephsycamore · 4 months
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On s4 ep6 the instincts. I don't like the plot line for reid bc it feels to me like another half baked plot. The story is an interesting one of course, child abductions always are, but the reid nightmares are weird. Like why this moment. Of course they could explain it away by saying the cult compound thing really traumatized him, but they dont. Also haven't they given him enough childhood trauma already what with the bullying and the child prodigy thing and the abandoned by dad thing and the mentally ill mom thing like plz chill out.
I do really like the scene of emily and rossi confronting the weird ass filming guy at the funeral. They're so scary i love them. If emily was interrogating me i would break in a second
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maschotch · 2 years
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ilostyou · 1 year
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owen strand taking this ambulance with a bomb away from a crowded scene to an open space to have it detonate is quite frankly. straight out of criminal minds
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starrynyxa · 1 year
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You’d think that by now they wouldn’t be caught off guard but no matter how many times it happens, they always seem to have this moment where someone drops a dramatic “the unsubs a woman😦” and they’re all so surprised
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captainchilly · 3 years
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It was a dream. I’m really sorry.
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sapphicprentiss · 3 years
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Jennifer Jareau in 4x06 The Instincts
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leftoverenvy · 2 years
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What Happens in Vegas
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Summary: Oneshot! After a case in Vegas, Reid requests a night off to see his mom. What does Emily do with her night off in Vegas? Filler between the ending of episode 4x06 "The Instincts" and beginning of 4x07 "Memoriam." Emily POV.
Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Reader
Word Count: 5.6k
Warnings: smut, alcohol consumption, gambling (18+)
Notes: Some dialogue is lifted straight from CM and is therefore not mine!
For @sweetprentiss 's spring writing challenge! Bingo Prompt: little black dress
Read on Wattpad | ao3
What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.
What Happens in Vegas
Emily POV
After loading the unsub in the back of the local police car, I waited by the SUVs for the rest of the team.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Morgan running towards me, excitement lighting his eyes like a kid on Christmas morning.  "Prentiss!!  Guess what Hotch just asked me?"  Before even allowing me time to respond, he continued on.  "He asked, 'Do you think you could find something to do in Vegas for the night?'"  Morgan was nearly bouncing up and down.
Growing excited myself, I asked, "You mean, we get the night off?  In Vegas?"  He nodded, giddy.  Options for what to do tonight started flashing through my head.  I didn't want to just sleep the night away, though I could use it.  I could gamble, but that would only entertain me for an hour or two.  I counted back in my head from the last time I had gotten laid.  Six weeks?  Seven?  My mind settled immediately on picking someone up.  A night of no-strings-attached fun was exactly what I needed.
I quickly googled if there were any LGBT events happening on the strip tonight.  It would make my life just that much easier if I knew before trying to hit on a million girls in the club whether they would even be interested in a woman.  A quick search showed that Wynn was having an LGBT event in their nightclub.  Though we weren't staying there, and it was nearly on the other side of the strip from where we were staying, I decided I'd go anyway.  It was probably for the best; it would help mitigate any awkward run-ins with team members.  I thought it might give me the best chance of not having to explain a one-night stand, mid-pick-up, to Rossi - or even worse, Morgan.  Just imagining that conversation made me shudder.
As soon as we were turned loose for the evening, I immediately sought out a boutique for an outfit for tonight.  There was no way I was going to a club in my work clothes.  Especially not one on the Vegas strip.  I found a cute boutique nearby and bought new lingerie, a dress, and stilettos.  I was in all black tonight: black lace underneath my tight, black dress, completed with tall, black heels.  When it was late enough to start getting ready, I dusted smokey eyeshadow and thick eyeliner around my eyes.  I painted my lips a sultry red.  I was going all out tonight.  God help whoever came home with me.
I headed downstairs around 9:45 and made my way down to Wynn.  I started at the bar - I needed to loosen up.  I quickly downed two shots of whiskey and ordered a double to sip on while I started to look around.  I vowed to myself that I would fuck the hottest girl in here tonight, so I set out on the prowl to find her.
I circled around the club three times before I made my way to dance.  No one was catching my eye.  Everyone looked the same: straight hair, makeup caked on their faces, flashy sequined dresses, already falling over from being too drunk.  I went back to the bar to get a second drink.  I turned around while I was waiting and I saw her.  She looked SO out of place, just awkwardly swaying next to her friend who was grinding up on someone else.  Couldn't she find someone to dance with?  She was just going to shadow her friend all night?  Her friend who was clearly ignoring her?
She was so god damned sexy in a little black dress.  It fit her like a glove, clinging to graceful curves.  And while most girls here had chosen hot pinks and flamboyant reds to catch others' attention, this girl chose to be understated.  It made her no less sexy.  It was perfect - just like her.  The dress was so tight clinging to her thick thighs, leaving little to my imagination.  I needed those thighs wrapped around my head by the end of the night.
I leaned against the bar, fresh drink in hand, and watched her for a few more minutes.  She was so blessedly awkward; it was incredibly endearing.  She clearly was uncomfortable being here, out of her element.  It made me wonder what her preferred environment was.  But dear god, she was breathtaking.  I downed the rest of my drink.  Slow down Emily, or the night's going to be over before it starts.
I considered ordering a drink for her but didn't want her to feel obligated to drink it, worried that a stranger had drugged her drink.  I decided it was best to order one together later so she could ensure - with her own eyes - that it was safe.
I walked up to her and leaned into her ear and said, "You look like you could use a dance partner."  She glanced over at her friend who wasn't paying her any attention.
"I, uh, I'm not much for dancing," she shouted back.  Not much for dancing, yet in a club.  Color me intrigued.
"That's okay, baby.  I can show you how," I said arrogantly.
She moved in closer, growing bolder.  "Oh believe me.  I don't need instructions."  She smirked up at me.  She was so tiny, even in heels.  I smirked back at her, loving the sass.
"I'll just bet you don't," I responded.  I could tell she definitely knew how to move those hips.  I imagined her straddled over me riding me, swirling those hips above me.
She burst my bubble by saying, "I don't dance with strangers."  Okay no problem.
I stuck my hand out, offering it to her to shake.  "Hi.  I'm Emily."  She shook my hand.  "There.  Now we aren't strangers."
Her face slowly broke out into a smile.  My breath caught in my throat at her perfect teeth and plump lips.  "Okay, Emily.  You have one dance to impress me."  I immediately slipped my hand around her waist and pulled her closer.
Her warm, soft body, though awkward at first, soon got into the dance.  She moved sensually with me.  This one dance was the most scintillating thing I'd ever done in my life.  Electricity crackled between us where our skin touched.  And just like I expected, her hips moved so fluidly against my own; she knew just what to do with them.
I turned her around, pulling her back to my chest.  Her hair smelled so sweet.  My hands slid down her sides, brushing against the side of her boobs.  I took my first gamble for the night and pressed my lips to her neck.  Her head immediately fell to the side, allowing me more skin to taste.  She bucked her hips back into me and arched her back.  Those hips might be the death of me.  My hands guided them, swaying and grinding them into me further; I needed her riding me.  Damn me for not bringing any toys to Vegas.
Our song ended, a new one immediately starting.  She turned back around in my arms and clasped her hands around my neck.  Her lips pressed into mine.  To say I was shocked would be an understatement.  She didn't dance with strangers, but she kissed them?   I quickly melted into it though, surrounded by her full lips.  I couldn't get enough.  She pulled back far too soon for my liking.
"Can I buy you a drink?" I asked.
"I would be amenable to that idea."  The way she looked up at me through those thick lashes turned my insides.  I couldn't wait to get her in my bed, to have her look up at me the same way with her hair splayed out beneath her after I just pounded her into the mattress.  "Let me just tell my friend I'm leaving."  Pardon me?  This girl who wouldn't even dance with me five minutes ago now wanted to leave with me?  Could it be that easy?
"We're leaving?" I asked with a quirked eyebrow.
"You can buy me a bottle of champagne in your hotel room."  I loved this girl.  She tugged her friend away from the girl she was openly groping on the dance floor and shouted in her ear.  Over the music, I couldn't hear what they discussed.  However, I did see her friend look over at me, look me up and down, and smirk at my girl.  With a roll of her eyes, and a spin on her heel, my Vegas Princess walked back to me and pulled me towards the club's exit.
I was grateful for the cooler air and the lowered volume of our surroundings.  It was always a bit overstimulating to be in a club.  As we wound through the hotel, I took my second gamble and smugly said, "So I take it my one dance impressed you."
"Don't push your luck, Emily."  She was so feisty.  I hoped that would translate to chemistry between the sheets.
We stumbled hand-in-hand outside to hail a cab.  Even though my hotel was just down the strip, I didn't want to walk drunk and in heels that far.  On the way, we chatted about nothing important, but her voice was so soothing.  It was somehow an erotic.  When we arrived at the Aria, I was excited to get her upstairs.  But when we meandered through the hotel she excitedly asked, "Oh can we PLEASE gamble for a bit?  You're only in Vegas once..."  There was just something about the way her lip jutted out and her smoky eyes grew impossibly wider.  The innocent glint in her pouty, puppy eyes postponed me getting her upstairs.
"Of course we can, Princess," I acquiesced.  There wasn't a thing I wouldn't give her tonight; that pout was tantalizing.  She wasn't confident in playing any of the actual games, so she just ran around the floor playing as many slots as she could.  She flew around the play area like a child.  Her laughter was contagious, and I felt something inside me loosen and lift.  There was something healing in her smile; she was absolute perfection.
To get us to stay, waitresses constantly refilled our drinks on the house.  But it only occupied my Vegas Princess for a while.  She won a sizable sum but then lost it again.  I let her waste about two hundred of my dollars until she had her fill.  Of course I didn't mind, though.  I'd pay double that just to make her laugh like that again.  Before we got too far from the gaming space, she tugged on my arm and stopped me in the middle of the walkway.  She pulled my face down to kiss me softly.  "Thank you," she said, cupping my cheek.  I kissed her again, already addicted to her lips.
"Come.  Let's order you that drink."  I pulled her to the front desk and quickly asked them to send two bottles of Dom Pérignon to my room.  And then we made our way to the elevator.  I was growing anxious to taste her.
Once the doors closed behind us, I turned to her, staring at her with heated gaze.  I stepped closer, pushing her to the wall of the elevator.  Slowly, I ghosted my fingers up and down her arms.  Her breathing accelerated and her eyes begged for more.  I leaned down and pressed my lips to her neck, my tongue slowly sliding up her neck to her jaw.  Her hands tangled in my hair, and she moaned wantonly.  Her leg quickly snaked up around my waist, her dress sliding even further up her leg.  I caressed the newly exposed skin, wondering at how impossibly soft she was.
The doors sliding open cut our time short.  I was just getting into it, too.  She slid her hand in mine as we walked down the hall to my room.  She seemed to get more and more anxious the closer we got.  When we finally sat down inside, my feisty girl had vanished, leaving behind the awkward girl I had first laid eyes on in the club.  "Hey," I said, grabbing her attention, "What is it?  This is supposed to be fun.  And it isn't very fun if you aren't into this.  I only want to do this if you want to do this."
"It's not that," she hedged.  "I've just never done anything like this before."  My hopes plummeted down about forty stories back down to the ground.  I didn't want to fuck a straight girl pretending to be gay for the night.
"Uh well, look.  I'm sorry, but I don't really want to be your first-"
"It's not that," she interrupted.  Oh thank god.  "I just don't usually fuck strangers."  My hopes flew back up all forty floors; I was still in this.
I took my third gamble of the night and smirked at her.  "Well it's a good thing we aren't strangers, then.  You know my name and everything.  Remember?" I teased.  She laughed, which was the goal.  I smiled to myself, the tension breaking.
She continued, "I'm just on vacation with my best friend and well, you saw her.  She's so good at this stuff.  So, I decided to be like her tonight.  And well, I just don't know what to do now."  She was so cute wringing her hands like that and nervously rambling.
"You do what feels good to you," I responded.
She looked over at me with sparkling, innocent eyes.  "Help me with that?"
"I'm more than happy to make you feel good, Princess."  I pulled her to my lap.  Her lips fell on mine without hesitation.  She tried to deepen the kiss, but I wouldn't let her.  I wanted to take my time with her tonight.
I stood up with her, her short legs immediately wrapping around me.  I hurried us over to the bed and gently laid her down.  I moved my fingers over her skin, raising goose bumps.  Her eyes bore into mine, begging for something.  Impatiently, she grabbed the back of my neck and leaned up to meet me halfway for a searing kiss.  The electricity between us sparked again, stinging my lips.  I deepened our sensual kiss, slowly laving her tongue with mine.
"Emily," she panted out as I moved my attention to her collarbone.  I sucked softly, not wanting to mark her without permission.  I scraped my teeth over the skin.  "Undress me, please," she said breathlessly.  I was only too happy to oblige her.
She awkwardly shimmied as I pushed her dress up over her body.  I exhaled slowly, getting my first glimpse at her naked form.  She wasn't wearing a bra, naughty girl, and her thong was so tiny she might as well have not been wearing anything under her sinful dress.
"You're gorgeous," I said reverently.  I picked up her leg, placing a kiss on the top of her foot and trailing my lips up past her ankle.  I licked behind her knee, earning a gasp from her pouty mouth.  I continued up her thigh, leaving slobbery kisses on her skin.  She opened her legs wider for me, thinking I was going to kiss her pretty pussy so early.  She was wrong.  If I couldn't see a wet patch on her panties, she didn't want me badly enough yet.
I did the same thing to her other leg, her breathing growing heavier as I travelled up her leg.  When I moved away from her thighs she whined and grabbed my face, trying to push me back between her legs.  "Patience, Princess.  I told you I wanted to make you feel good."
"I'd feel really good if you would lick my pussy."  I - fuck.  Sweet, innocent eyes and a filthy mouth?  She was dangerous.  I climbed up her body and kissed her neck again.  I sucked slightly on her ear lobe and blew on it.  She shivered, her fingers digging into my back.
"Do you want me to lick your sweet pussy, sweetheart?"  Her eyes flashed open, and she bucked her hips up into me.  She nodded furiously, her hands clasping onto my arms fiercely.  Her body tensed in anticipation.
"Then be patient," I teased.  She slouched back on the bed, disappointed.  I lifted her arm up and sucked on each fingertip.  I swiped my tongue up the palm of her hand, eliciting another gasp from below me.  My lips travelled up her arm, occasionally flicking my tongue out.  I continued my attention across her collarbones, paying special attention to the notch in the center, and moved down her other arm.  When I got to her fingers again, I put her whole pointer finger in my mouth and sucked.
"Emilyyyyy," she moaned out, desperate.  I flicked my eyes down to her panties again.  Yes, she was ready now.  She was drenched for me.  My mouth watered thinking about going down on her.  She put her knees up and spread her legs wide, hinting for me to move my attention downwards.  "Please," she whispered.
To give her some relief, I finally took a nipple into my mouth.  She moaned once again.  I was aroused by how vocal she was.  I often found it annoying when girls moaned this much, but her moans were luring.  I needed more.  Her hand grabbed the back of my head, keeping me in place.  I did not, however, appreciate her topping.  I grabbed her arms and pinned them on either side of her head.  "Didn't I say to be patient?" I asked, my lips brushing against her own.  She whimpered and nipped at my bottom lip.
"I can't anymore.  Please, Emily.  PLEASE," she begged, her hips lifting up into mine.  Her bottom lip poked out like it had earlier when she asked to gamble.  I was a sucker for those big brown eyes and stained lips.  Just like before, I'd give her anything she wanted.
I kissed back down her body, settling between her thighs.  I figured I teased her enough, so I swiped my tongue up her slit quickly.  "Oh god," she moaned, her hand tangling itself in my hair.  I started slowly, letting her get used to the sensation, and then I dove in.  I lapped at her clit relentlessly.  "Emily - I...don't stop."  She ground down on my face.
When she first came, I didn't stop.  I started sucking slightly, grazing my teeth over her just slightly.  "EMILY, don't stop!  I'm going to cum again."  Oh Princess, I know.  She flooded my mouth; I felt her drip down my chin.  When she settled from her second orgasm, I quickly wiped my mouth and moved back up to hover over her.  She reached up and pulled me down into a crushing kiss.
She let out a surprised gasp when I slammed my fingers into her.  I didn't give her time to adjust to the intrusion.  I sucked on her neck, softly glistening in sweat from clenching her muscles repeatedly.  I set an unrelenting pace, going for three in a row.  Her nails raked down my back, my skin only saved because my dress was still on.
"Let me-" her voice faltered, out of breath, "Let me ride your fingers."  Fine by me Princess.  I flipped us over and she quickly straddled me.  I slipped my fingers back in her.  I had been correct earlier when I guessed that her riding me would be incredibly sexy.  Her thighs squeezed me close, her muscles inside clenching around my fingers even tighter.  It was so hot watching her use me to get herself off.
Her hips circled and thrust against me faster and faster.  I curled my fingers slightly.  Her hands slid up her body and pinched her nipples.  I nearly moaned at the sight.  She started to bounce slightly on me.  Faster and faster and faster.  And when she finished again, she slumped down on my chest, completely spent.  Her skin stuck to me slightly as she panted into my neck.  It only served to turn me on more.
While normally I would not allow a stranger to touch me - content to top for the night - I couldn't help but think about her and the night we'd spent together.  She was exactly my type and there was something in the way she smiled and laughed.  Her eyes were so captivating, her laugh so charming.  The way she moaned my name...I wanted her.  I had to have her.
Not needing much of a break, she started wiggling down my body, her lips trailing everywhere.  "Can I undress you?"  It made me inexplicably emotional that she asked permission.  Hadn't I just buried my face between her legs?  And she was asking if she could undress me?
"Yes," was all I could husk out.  She quickly pushed my dress up and helped me bring it up over my shoulders.  She ripped my panties off, not even bothering with my bra.  Her head dove in between my legs.  And fuck if it wasn't the best head I'd ever received.  Her tongue was so soft, yet perfectly insistent driving in and out of my hole.  I unclasped my own bra as she made quick, tight circles against my clit with her thumb.  And then she switched her mouth and fingers and plunged two fingers in me while she sucked on my clit.  I clawed at the sheets beneath me.
I looked down at her, her mischievous eyes smirking back up at me.  She was doing her best to shake her bangs out of her eyes, so I gathered her hair in one fist and held it away from her face.  It also allowed me leverage to rock against her mouth.  The only complaint I had was that I had no name to moan out when she tipped me over the edge.  I'd had a lot of sex before, and no one ever made me see stars while I was cumming; I always thought it was an exaggeration.  But with my Vegas Princess, I saw stars.  And to think!  I almost sent her from my hotel room thinking she was too inexperienced.
We laid together - her head on my chest, my fingers in her curly hair - in comfortable silence.  I couldn't remember the last time I met someone who didn't feel the need to fill all silences with inane chatter.  Both of us were perfectly content to catch our breath and enjoy being in each other's arms.
Her stomach growled, interrupting the tranquility of our cuddle.  I chuckled at her and kissed her forehead.  "Sorry," she whispered, embarrassed.
"Oh Princess, you don't need to be embarrassed.  Do you want to order pizza?  I could eat - I didn't eat dinner."  All true, but I was trying to make her feel better.  She nodded against my shoulder, placing a kiss there.
"Let me pay for it," she said.
"Absolutely not."  I was adamant about this.  "Please, let me do this.  Money doesn't mean anything to me.  Let me take care of you for tonight."  She looked up at me with those huge eyes again.  God damn she was beautiful.  We laid together, snuggling face to face and chatting about surface-level interests while we waited for the pizza.  When there was a knock on the door, I quickly kissed her nose and got up to put a robe on.  The pizza man didn't need to join this party.   I hastily shoved money at him and closed the door in his face.
My little Princess and I had a naked pizza party in my bed.  At first, she attempted to cover herself with the sheet, holding it to her chest while she ate with the other hand.  But as we started talking and laughing more, she let it slip further and further.  She was resplendent with her curls flying everywhere, lipstick smudged, and the sheet falling below her cleavage.  I tried to capture every detail in my mind, vowing to never forget this perfect moment with the goddess before me.
After dinner, both of us feeling grimy and sweaty, decided to hop in the shower.  My offer to help her wash was not so altruistic.  I needed my hands on her soft skin again.  Slippery and soapy, our fingers wandered down each other's bodies and plunged into each other.  It was incredibly sensual fingering each other at the same time, breathing in each other's breath, while the steam surrounded us.  I thanked the Aria for having endless hot water.  Being eco-friendly was not exactly on my mind as we wasted gallons of hot water fucking each other.  Her screams echoed around the shower walls loudly as I made her cum twice more.
I fucked her again when we were back in bed.  I fucked her all night.  I spanked her lightly and buried my fingers deep in her with her ass in the air when the sun crested over the horizon.  I briefly looked out the window, musing how much tomorrow (today?) was going to suck.  I cursed myself.  I needed to be on the jet in a few hours.
"Emily," she brought me back to the present moment.  "Fuck me harder, please."  Oh Princess.  I drove into her harder, wanting to give her what she wanted.  "Emily!  Yes!!  YES!"  Her pitch and volume rose with every thrust into her.  I felt bad for the people in the room next to mine.  My hand came down on her ass again, this time with a loud slap.  She eked out a short scream, her fingers digging into the sheets, and collapsed into the bed face-first.  I smoothed the hair out of her face and trailed my fingers down her back.  Placing a gentle kiss on her shoulder, I wrapped my arms around her sweaty body and drew her into me.
I started to feel myself fall asleep.  It would do me no good to miss take-off in the morning.  I rolled over and grabbed my phone.  I quickly set an alarm for a two-hour nap.  I internally cried at how badly waking up was going to feel.  I could already feel myself coming down from the alcohol, and exhaustion was creeping over me.  I rolled back over to ask my Vegas stranger if we could sleep, but she was already passed out.  I breathed a sigh of relief, turned over, and promptly fell asleep.
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When my alarm blared through the room, I thought about taking my gun out and shooting my phone.  Who set the alarm for such an ungodly time?  Oh right, me.  I had a plane to catch.  Each shrill ring of my alarm split my head further open.  I quickly silenced the phone, cursing last-night-Emily for drinking so much.  My little Vegas Princess and I killed three bottles of champagne over the course of the night in addition to what we drank before coming back to the room.
"Princess."  I shook her.  She grunted at me.  "I have to leave soon, which means YOU have to leave soon."
"No," she groaned at me, trying to stay asleep.  I couldn't stay to rouse her because nausea washed over me like a tidal wave.  I rushed to the bathroom and puked up everything I drank last night.  Fuck me.  I hadn't thrown up in years.  I rested my head on the toilet, only half caring about the germs.  When I finished, I quickly brushed my teeth.  As I looked in the mirror, I noticed heavy, black smudges under my eyes.  I removed last night's makeup and hopped in the shower.  I could not get on the jet smelling like sex.
When I stepped out of the shower, I saw I had twenty minutes to get downstairs, so I quickly applied light makeup and dressed in my last clean outfit.  I wished the last thing this girl saw me in was something better than casual jeans and a blue button down, but there was no way I was putting on a dirty, wrinkled suit.  I shouldn't even care about what this Vegas stranger thought; I briefly wondered why I did care.
I shoved her brusquely, needing her to get up.  "Hey," I poked her.  Was she just not a morning person ever, or was this purely because we drank to excess?
"Ugh!  What?" she groaned, grumpy.  I couldn't blame her though, my head felt like a concrete block.  Her eyes finally opened.  My breath caught in my throat.  Even without drunk goggles, even with her makeup smeared everywhere, she was gorgeous.  "My head hurts."  I chuckled and handed her a cup of water.  I could definitely relate.  Even having numerous concussions and punches to the face, this definitely made the list of top ten headaches.  She finally got up and rooted around the room to collect her clothing.  I felt bad rushing her out like this, but I had to get a move on.
I clicked my hotel room door shut and we walked to the elevator together.  She leaned against my side, and I shuffled my bag to the other hand, wrapping her up one last time.
"Thanks for last night," she whispered.  I clutched her closer.
She kissed me goodbye.  And even though she had rancid alcohol breath, it was still the sweetest kiss I had ever had.  She broke away and stared up at me, as if she were committing me to memory.  The elevator chimed, signaling our arrival at the lobby, and the doors opened.  I squeezed her hand, not understanding why I was so sad about her leaving.  I didn't even know her name.
A few steps into the lobby and our paths diverged: I moved to walk towards my team, and she walked to the exit of the hotel.  With one last wistful look at me over her shoulder, she walked out of the Aria and out of my life.  The doors opening unleashed the full impact of the morning sun, and I quickly turned away, my head throbbing.  I moseyed over to sit by Rossi, my heart echoing the ache in my head.
Coffee.  I saw a little service station and helped myself.  Morgan shouted at a noisy slot machine.  The noise didn't just exacerbate my headache, it hurt every inch of my skin - even my hair.  Though the loud sounds of the slots hurt my head, they were also a painful reminder of last night.  I could almost hear the ghost of her laugh echoing around me, her smile flashing behind my eyelids.
I grabbed my coffee, hoping it would keep me awake long enough to make it to the jet where I could - hopefully - blissfully sleep.
"Come on, baby!  Give it to me!  Give it to me!!" Morgan shouted at the slot machine.
"Morgan, can you..."  I tapped his shoulder to calm him down.  "Please, can you - my head." I grumbled, pointing to my head as if that would tell him what was wrong with me.
"Oh my bad, sorry," he said, stopping.  "You know, these things are rigged, right?"  I didn't care.  I sat down on a nearby couch with a grunt.  My muscles were sore from a really long night.  A really great night.  But I hadn't had a night like that in ages and she definitely made me put in the work.  It was a good kind of sore - one I could never achieve after an FBI sparring session.
"Late night?" Rossi asked.
"I hate Vegas," I lied.  My hangover was brutal this morning, but Vegas would now always be the place where I met maybe the perfect girl.  Perfect in every way except one: she didn't live in DC.
"Come on, Prentiss!  How can you hate Vegas?  This is a grown folk's playground!"  I tried to ignore him.  I closed my eyes, placing my hand over them to further black out the blinding light of day.
"Has anyone seen Reid?"  Was that JJ?  Had she been here this whole time?
Morgan responded, "I know he stayed with his mom last night."
"Well he should be here by now.  He knows the departure time."  Yeah if I can be here on time, Reid surely can.  "Oh, this thing still has credit on it!"  JJ moved to hit the slot machine again.
I reached out as if I could stop her, but there was no way I was actually going to get up.  I was way too tired and hungover.  "JJ, I swear to god-" I warned.
"What??" she asked confused.  No one responded, but after a few beats, I heard everyone chuckle.  Surely they were making fun of me, but I couldn't bring myself to care.
"Oh here he comes right now," Morgan informed.
I half listened as Reid explained that he was going to stay behind in Vegas.  I couldn't help but be a bit annoyed that we had been waiting for him in this noisy fucking hotel lobby when we could already be on our way to the quiet jet.  I grabbed my bag, following everyone else's lead.  Rossi and Morgan said bye to Reid, and I shuffled after them, my eyes half closed.
I was fading fast.  The coffee didn't help because drinking it made my stomach churn.  I tried to force a few more sips, but ended up throwing it in the next trash can I saw.
Once we made it to the jet, we idled for a few minutes but then took off, wasting no more time in Vegas.  As the wheels lifted up off the runway, I watched the strip fade from view.  We were leaving Vegas behind - the lights, the clubs, the girl.  I was leaving one of the best nights of my life behind.
I guess it's true what they say.  What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.
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A/n: leave me a comment to tell me how you liked it!
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What’s funny about Reid dreaming about JJ’s baby, is that I had a dream about my brother’s baby last night.
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aaronwhorechner · 2 months
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the body language here makes me want to *clears throat, yodels*
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ropoto · 2 years
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How can you hate vegas? This is a grown folk's playground.
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agent-prentiss · 5 years
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jj for infinity: 4x06 - the instincts
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sarcasm-myfriend · 7 years
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