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The Perfect Pumpkin (Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader)

summary: Reader and Emily meet because of a pumpkin, not exactly how she thought meeting Emily Prentiss would’ve gone.

word count: 1208

a/n: hi i’m back with some emily fluff. i’m not too proud of this one, i’ve just been all over the place mentally lately. so i’m sorry but please send requests and asks, i wanna talk to y’all. :)

“I shouldn’t have come so late.” You mutter to yourself as you walk down the hay covered pathway. It was October 24th and unfortunately for you, the farm had run out of pumpkins.

“Wow, I am such a great aunt, can’t even buy a freaking pumpkin on time. I can get him a squash, right? Kids like squashes.” Heading towards the assortment of squash in the tan buckets near the entrance, something bright and orange lingers in the corner of your eye. A pumpkin. A bright, orange, perfect pumpkin.

“Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Practically skipping towards the pumpkin, you were elated. You weren’t about to let Jack down, not today. Sure, you missed the initial day you two had set aside for pumpkin carving, but as soon as the jet had arrived back in Quantico, you were in your car on the way to the nearest farm. Your hands came down on the orange plant as you noticed a second pair reach for it at the same time.

“I really, really, really need this one.” Pleadingly, you look up at the owner of the second pair of hands. If you weren’t so desperate for something as silly as a winter squash at the moment, you would’ve been begging for a date with her. The stranger had soft-looking dark brown shoulder length hair with the most amazing bangs you had ever seen and a room-brightening smile. She was laughing at something but her facial expression changed as her alluring brown eyes studied you. oh god i look horrible.

“Me too. My friend back there insists that it’s exactly what the office needs to make us look more festive and trust me, if I don’t bring it back over to her, I’m done for.” Her studious expression had turned into a lighthearted one. Looking over her shoulder to take note of her blonde-haired, sweet-looking friend she was talking about.

“My entire reputation as the favorite aunt goes to crap if I don't take this pumpkin home with me today.” You gave her a worrying expression as you pressed firmly onto the pumpkin, searching her eyes for some response. Please, please, I need this.

“Okay, okay.... You can have the pumpkin, “ Relief flooded your body as your jaw unclenched. Not letting him down, not today. “But if you want, you can take me home tonight too.” Oh. As your body relaxed, you felt your face go red and hot, eyes widening in surprise then quickly blinking back to their resting size.

“I wouldn’t mind...but my brother and nephew might. I just moved back to town and work’s been keeping me from having time to find my own place at the moment.” Her smirk never left her face as she cocked her head to the side, almost visibly hanging onto your every word.

“Well, maybe a proper date then? Saturday?”

“What about Sunday? My job requires traveling and I’ll be gone from tomorrow until Saturday evening. Hence, the pumpkin. I missed carving night with my nephew, Jack, the other day and then I’m back on a plane tomorrow afternoon.” Holding the pumpkin on your side, you internally beat yourself up for not having an open Saturday this week.

“That works. Here’s my card, my personal number is on there.” She handed you a white card with a couple of numbers and a small familiar-looking logo in the corner, which upon further inspection, you realized was the FBI logo.

“Oh! I’m part of the Critical Incident Response Group but I’m hoping to transfer to another branch soon. What about you?” Smiling, you look back up from the card, pumpkin still attached at your hip.

“Suddenly, all of the traveling makes sense. I'm a profiler for the BAU. Where are you hoping to transfer to…” She sneakingly asks for your name, smile noticeably wider after getting news of where you work.

“Y/N. My brother works in the Behavioral Analysis Unit, maybe you know him? I’m hopefully going to be transferring there in about 3 weeks.” Of course she knows him, you idiot. As you await her response, your body tenses up again. Does she think I’m a stalker? What if she doesn’t like me and I have to leave the BAU? Oh my gosh, she hates me.

“I’m Emily. I’m guessing I’ll be seeing you a lot more then and I’ll be honest, I definitely don’t mind that. What’s your brother’s name?” Instantly relieving you from your disruptive thoughts, as if she could read you like a book, which didn’t come as much of a shock because it was part of what she did for a living. Emily. It suits her. Emily...Where have you heard that before?

“Emily Prentiss? Aaron talks about you guys all the time, no wonder you felt so familiar.” Laughing, you recall all the moments your brother told you about the team.

“Wait, Hotch is your brother? Oh my gosh, you’re the girl in the picture frame. Oh no, We teased him about that for months.” Emily winces with embarrassment as she remembers the photo of Hotch as a teenager standing with, apparently, you. In light of her recent discovery, she makes a mental note to apologize to Hotch about the dozens of times she teased him for still keeping a picture with his childhood crush, which she was now finding out was actually his sister.

“That would be me. Don’t worry though, I’m sure he’ll let it slide. I’m so sorry, I actually have to go if I want to make it home on time.” Dreading the goodbye that escaped your lips, you frowned, saddened to have to leave the woman.

“No, no, I understand. I’m sure Jack is waiting, and I have a certain blonde waiting behind me as well.” Suddenly aware of who you assumed was Penelope, You smiled as you realized that talking to Emily had made it felt like you two were the only people in the pumpkin patch.

“Better not keep her waiting, tell Penelope I say hi...and sorry. I’ll see you on sunday.” You take a step backwards, not ready to turn away from her.

“I will. Have a nice night with your pumpkin, I’ll be waiting for your call.” You give her one last smile as you finally tear away from her, walking towards the checkout with a giddy expression.

As Emily walked back to Penelope, she readied herself for the scolding she was about to receive.

“My pumpkin. My beautiful, beautiful, festive pumpkin...you let it get away in exchange for a date. That’s just cruel to me and all our fellow festive co-workers.” She snaps at Emily, still at the girl who was now walking away with the orange winter squash in her hands.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find another one. She says hi and sorry, by the way.” Emily begins walking, scanning the hay bales in search of another pumpkin.

“Well, that’s nice...of a pumpkin snatcher.”

“That pumpkin snatcher is Hotch’s sister.” Emily responds in the most nonchalant way, determined to not let Penelope hear her. But of course, the brilliant blonde girl catches it. And in her sassiest voice she responds with,

“OOO...you’re going on a date with Hotch’s sister.”

“Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won’t you? Because we’re going to have a strange life.”

- Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

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