#parent emily prentiss

[ravensinthedaylight]

Ruby : Part One

hey! can i request a prentiss x daughter fic where reader gets kidnapped by an unsub (lots of angst) and emily is all mama bear to save her. can either end with angst or fluff. thanks!

Reader’s Age: 9 Years Old

Requests: Open

Summary: When Emily leaves for a case she leaves you with your godparents. They both decide to take you to the movies, but that night something terrible happens. The next day Emily Prentiss and the team sit, listening to the case file going over the facts of your godparents murder and your own kidnapping.

A/N: I’ve just watched the episode on the Romanian family and couldn’t help myself, considering I had seen this request just hours earlier.

You clung to your mother’s leg, your nose was buried in her pant leg, taking in her scent before she went away for what could be days, maybe even a week or two.

She had always told you that she wouldn’t be gone for too long, but it didn’t make a difference to you, she was still gone none the less and you missed her regardless.

You love your godparents, the Brenners, Angie & Mark, both of whom had been your mother’s friends for years, even before you were born, but you loved your mom a lot more. You just wanted to stay with her.

This seemed to be routine, every time Emily would go away it would be the exact same goodbye. Sometimes you would be with your grandparents, her aunts and uncles and other times it would be Angie and Mark.

You were still sitting on the ground, eyes tightly shut. Your mom didn’t try to move, instead she was bend slightly to you, stroking the back of your head.

You couldn’t see you godparents behind you, but you knew that they were there, waiting to close the door when Emily finally managed to coax you off her leg, you weren’t ready for that yet. You knew it would be a while before you saw her again. 

Something felt really off, you didn’t like it. This made you want to hold your mother’s leg tighter, she made everything better, safer even. Your mom kept all the bad guys away, she kept you safe.

“I’ll be back before you know it bubs, I’ll be back as soon as I can. And hey! Maybe I could bring you to see the rest of the team after. Would you like that? Hm?” 

You looked up at her with a look that made her heart breakl.

“I love you Mommy.” 

Your voice was soft and it cracked slightly at the end.

“Hey hey hey bubba, please don’t cry. I love you too, so so much.” 

Emily picked you up and held you to her side closely. “My best girl.” She murmured against your forehead.

After a minute she placed you on the ground once again and held your face in her hand. “Behave for Mark and Angie, sweet girl.”

“I always do.” You pouted.

Your mother booped your nose before kissing it. 

“I know, lovely girl.”

Just then you heard her phone ding, and you knew it was time for her to go.

“Hey, Y/N.” Called Angie. “Why don’t you say bye to your mom and come help me try a new cookie recipe that I’ve been working on, triple chocolate chip.”

Emily let out a gasp. “Triple chocolate chip! Wow Y/N that’s your favourite!”

You nodded and placed both your hands on her cheeks. “You gotta promise me that you’re gonna come back to me.”

Emily chuckled. “I always do, bubs.”

“I know but I still need to hear you say it, because it helps yknow.”

Emily kissed your cheek. “I promise that I’m gonna come back the second the case is done. Scout’s honour. And hey, I’ll even throw in something else. The second I pick you up I’ll take you to the arcade and we’re gonna stay there however long it takes us to get enough tickets for that giant giraffe.”

It was your turn to gasp. “Mommy! That’s gonna take up over half my room!”

“I’ll bring uncle Derek and uncle Spencer to help carry it then.”

“I don’t think Uncle Spence will be much of a help, Mommy.”

Emily laughed loudly. “Alright, You, Go have fun with Angie and Mark.” She kissed your forehead again. 

“I will!” You dashed up the pathway to the door of the Brenner’s house. “I love you Mommy!”

“I love you too, Baby. Have fun.” She called after you.

When you turned back around again, she was getting into the car. “Have a safe trip!”

She smiled at you and waved, getting the gears ready to pull out. 

You felt Mark’s hand on your shoulder. 

“She’ll be back in no time, Y/N. I’m even willing to bet that she’ll get back by tomorrow night. She’s always in a rush to get back to her favourite gal.” 

You smiled up at him.

“And me and Angie was thinking of going to see a movie at around five.”

You grinned. “The new spiderman one?!”

“Mhmm you know it.” Mark laughed. “But I really am in the mood for some cookies. You wanna help your godmother finish em off?”

“Yes please!”

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The movie was great. You and your godparents all really enjoyed it, although you were beginning to think that you were more a fan of the movie while it was the popcorn and pepsi that did it for them, but either way you had a good time.

You were a little homesick, but you always were, so it was to be expected.

Angie let you stay up until 9.30 pm, which was half an hour over your usual bedtime. You and her had made amazing triple chocolate chip cookies, which was now only double chocolate chip due to yourself and Mark eating a good amount of them before any actually went into the dough.

You currently sat at the table eating said cookies, enjoying the milk that came along with it. 

You wondered if your mom was still up. She probably was, she always stayed up late with a cup of coffee in her hand reading some files with Sergio on her lap. Sergio wasn’t allowed in your room. Which wasn’t fair in your opinion.

“Y/N.”

You jumped.

“Woah sorry, kiddo. It’s just me.” Angie spoke softly.

You didn’t know why you had reacted that way, something just didn’t feel right about tonight, you felt like something bad was going to happen, the feeling was foreign to you. Maybe the sooner you got to sleep the sooner you would wake up and see that you were just overthinking or something along those lines.

“I think it’s time for bed, don’t you?”

You nodded your head and took your godmother’s hand as she guided you up the staircase and into the spare bedroom.

“Somethings not right.” You whimpered.

“What do you mean, bug? You don’t feel well?”

“I-I don’t know. Everything just feels off. I don’t know how to explain it. I feel like something bad’s gonna happen.”

Angie chuckled lightly. “Don’t be ridiculous, sweetheart. Your mommy’s just fine.”

You weren��t talking about your mommy, you were talking about you, in that house. You weren’t afraid of Angie and Mark, but of the thought that something horrible was about to happen.

“But-”

“Night night, Y/N.” Angie cut across. You sighed softly before deciding to let it go.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” 

Your godmother reached into the cupboard under the nightstand and pulled out your to-go-bag that your mom had prepared, out of said bag she found your stuffed platypus, which you only ever sought out comfort in when your mom went on missions that she wouldn’t be home that night for. For that reason the stuffed animal gained the name ‘Mily,’ as it was somewhat of a substitute for your mom, given the name was “Emily’ but without the E.

“Goodnight, Bug. How about we make pancakes in the morning?”

You grinned and nodded. “Can we make some for Mommy, too?”

“Of course.” She smiled, and you returned the smile.

You barely realised how tired you were. You were asleep the second the light went off, not knowing that that would be the last time you would ever see Angie alive, and also your last proper night sleep that wouldn’t be plagued by horrific nightmares.

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You felt a hand on your mouth before you even got a chance to open your eyes, which darted open straight away, you eyes were greeted by cold grey ones, a menacing glint in them.

Your scream was muffled by a man’s hand, that wasn’t Mark.

His hands were bloody, and so were his clothes, and to make matters worse the blood was now on your face too. But it wasn’t your blood, at least you didn’t think so. But you didn’t know who the hell it belonged to.

Ters sprung to your eyes as the man lifted you up into his arms, you were paralyzed in fear, but after a few seconds you started to kick and squirm.

“Sh sh shhhh, you’re alright.”

You sobbed in your kidnappers arms, what the hell was going on, this wasn’t a dream, it felt too real.

Your voice finally echoed throughout the house when your teeth sank into the man’s hand.

“PLEASE HELP M-”

“Behave or I’ll make you behave.” The man said a bit too calmly.

“MOMMY.”

“I said behave, dammit.” The window was opened now, you tried to scream again even though you knew it would be no use, nobody could hear you, there wasn’t any neighbours near the Brenner residence, the closest being about twenty yards away. The Brenners lived in the middle of the countryside.

“PLEASE I JUST WANT MY MOMMY!”

The man sighed darkly, heaving his leg out the widow. “I just killed your mommy, so be quiet for the love of god.” 

You froze, you couldn’t say anything now. He killed Emily. He killed your mommy, You didn’t understand. Why did he kill your mommy?

You were frozen, the next thing you knew was that he was carrying you across the lawn over towards a car you had never seen before.

“Did you get her, Dad?”

“Yeah, open up the trunk and tell your mother to start the car, we gotta get out of here quick before anyone finds the bodies.” Bodies? “I know we just killed em, but you never know how long it’ll take for people to find em these days, with all the gadgets and all, it was so much easier back in my day and- BE QUIET!”

You sobbed even louder. You wanted your mommy, who you were just informed was dead.

“Heavens sake, hand me my handkerchief, Adam. I can’t listen to much more of her whining.”

The trunk of the car was opened by the boy before he dashed off to the front left to retrieve what you knew would be what was demanded by your captor.

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered.

“You’re ok. You’ll learn. They always do.”

The handkerchief was stuffed into your mouth and even more tears threatened to fall.

“Sit tight.”

The door of the trunk slammed shut, leaving you in nothing but darkness.

You could hear people move around in the main part of the car. You could hear celebrations and praise, a woman's voice and the boys and most hauntingly you kidnapper’s. He sounded so normal, as if he hadn’t just kidnapped a kid.

You could still feel the blood that soaked your clothes. It disgusted you.

You tried to shift your legs but realised they were tied together, you repeated the same motion with your arms, but they too, were tied together.

The car started. You felt the urge to sob some more, but suppressed it because of the man in the front, afraid of what would happen if you annoyed him some more.

You just wanted your mommy. 

What the hell was going on.

to be continued...

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[emilyprsblog]

A new shade of red

tw: severe self harm, implied suicide, tears (everyone’s crying)

summary: the team finds hotchniss’ daughter, lola, at her most vulnerable

wc: 2k

chapter: one | two

Emily couldn’t stop thinking about all the teams’ voices overlapping, their tones absolutely terrified as they panicked. In just a few short minutes, all their lives would be changed forever. Emily’s life as a mom would change, Aaron’s life as a dad would change. Their usual worries would be something else entirely.

“Hey, has anyone seen Lola?” Emily asked, her heart slightly racing as she looked at her team and her husband at the table, the volume in the room fading as they looked at Emily.

“I think she said she was going to the bathroom.” JJ answered, noticing Emily’s slightly wide eyes as she stood in front of them. The dark haired woman turned around, rushing down the hall to the bathroom, leaving the team looking at each other with frowns, confusion making it hard to resume talking about what they were just seconds ago.

JJ stood up, giving the team a small smile as she, too, walked down the hall, seeing Emily knocking rapidly on the bathroom door.

“Lola?” Four more knocks. Nothing. “Honey, you’ve been in there for a long time now.” JJ just watched as Emily breathed heavily, not being able to stand completely still. “Lola?” Two more knocks. Nothing.

Emily turned around, looking at JJ with a frown, her hands on her waist as she bit her lower lip. JJ looked at her with soft, slightly wide eyes. Emily exhaled.

“JJ, I…” It sounded like she swallowed a cry. “I need you to get Aaron here.” JJ heard the desperation in her friend’s voice and she nodded, hurrying to get him. Emily stayed there, continuing to knock, telling herself that her thoughts were wrong. That this wasn’t really happening.

After moments, that felt far too long, her husband was by her side, asking if she was okay.

“I’m fine, I just… you need to get in there.” Emily tried to open the door, mentally telling herself that maybe it would magically open. Aaron looked at his wife, seeing her eyes shining with slight tears. Her voice was laced with concern and her breaths were short. “Aaron, right now. Open the door. I don’t care how you do it, just get it open.” Her words were hurried and she got a glance of JJ fidgeting with her fingers, her eyes unsure.

Aaron grabbed the handle, crashing the side of his body to the door over and over again. It felt like forever until the door finally opened and Aaron was not at all nearly prepared for the sight he was exposed to. There she was, his 15 year old daughter, blood covering her whole arm, her clothes and the floor. He opened his mouth in a silent gasp as he rushed to her side, horrified by how pale she was. Emily and JJ caught sight of the situation and their hearts hurt as they saw Aaron try to talk Lola back to consciousness. Emily covered her mouth, tears burning in her eyes the second her palm touched her skin. JJ was right behind her, tears watering in her eyes too as she fumbled to get her phone from her pocket. The seconds felt too many as her shaky hands failed her.

“One of you has to call an ambulance, right now.” Aaron barked, cupping his hands over Lola’s arm, trying desperately to stop the bleeding.

“I am. I am.” JJ’s voice trembled and she let out a relieved breath when she finally grabbed her phone, dialing 911. She grabbed Emily who had began depending on the wall as to not fall. Emily’s knees were weak and her body felt heavy as she felt an arm around her waist, pulling her away from the scene. Away from the image that was going to haunt her for years to come.

“How long, JJ?” The blonde heard Aaron ask.

“I don’t know. I’m trying to find out.” She inhaled, trying her best to comfort Emily who was seconds away from collapsing.

“Get me a first aid kit.” JJ didn’t know what to do. Her arm was beginning to hurt from trying to hold up Emily and her heart hurt as she couldn’t stop thinking about what was happening just a wall away. She couldn’t hear what the woman on the phone way saying, not clearly. She felt her lips move but she didn’t hear herself. She heard something that sounded like they were going to be there as fast as they could. JJ heard herself mutter a ‘thank you’ as she looked around for a first aid kit. She searched high up, seeing the green box she was looking for on a shelf. She reached up, her breaths uneven.

As soon as Aaron got a hold of the box, he immediately got to work, bandaging up his daughter’s arm, his chest hurting as he looked at his little girl, her face pale and head heavy.

“Lola, honey. I need you to look at me.” He said, slightly panicking as the blood seeped through the bandage. “Lola. Look at me.” His brown eyes met Lola’s dark ones. “Good. Keep looking at me.” He nodded, glancing at JJ who was barely visible behind the doorway. “JJ, get Rossi in here. You need to take care of Emily right now.” Aaron shouted, not sure if JJ even heard him through Emily’s sobs. There was no answer, but moments later, he heard hurrying footsteps and then David talking to the operator on JJ’s phone. Aaron exhaled, keeping light pressure on the bandage.

Without the phone in hand, JJ could finally keep her focus on Emily who was completely destroyed. In the corner of her eye, she saw Spencer rush in.

When Emily tried to go into the bathroom, JJ gripped her even tighter, keeping her away from the bathroom.

“No, no, no. Emily. Emily.” JJ softly spoke, her voice trembling as she lead the brunette out to the hall. Emily leaned against the wall, hyperventilating as she slid down to the ground. JJ was right beside her, usually comforting words coming from her lips as her throat began to close up. They didn’t help much now. “Emily.” Her sobs were too loud. JJ placed her hands on Emily’s cheeks, caressing as she tried to initiate eye contact. “Emily, breathe. Emily. Emily. Look at me.” Emily looked up, her eyes having a certain heartbreak JJ had never seen before. Her feelings were overwhelming. “It’s going to be okay.” JJ nodded, Emily looked down, taking a short breath. “Look at me. Breathe.” Emily looked up again, her brown eyes staying on JJ’s blue ones.

“She looked like she was dead, JJ.” Emily was hysterical. The sentence made the blonde’s heart hurt.

“No, no, no. She’s not. She’s not dead. She’s not.” Emily just continued sobbing, placing her own hands over JJ’s.

“I can’t lose her. I ca—“ A sharp breath. “I can’t lose her, JJ. She’s my Lola. She’s my—“

“You won’t. They’re all helping her right now and an ambulance is coming. You will not lose her.” JJ heard her name being shouted and she panicked, not knowing what to focus on. She quickly ran to the bathroom again, seeing Spencer in the doorway, looking at the scene with wide eyes. Quickly, she took a hold of his arms, looking into his eyes as she told him to go to Emily. He nodded, running out to the hall. JJ exhaled as she rushed into the bathroom, seeing Lola’ scared eyes. JJ knew what the teenager needed.

Kneeling down, JJ placed her hands on Lola’s cheeks, looking into her misty eyes. The blonde tried her best to ignore just how much blood Lola was losing.

“Stay awake, Lola.” JJ chanted when she saw how Lola’s eyes began to slowly flutter closed. “Look at me. Stay awake.” JJ felt Lola grip her arm, blood smearing on her pale skin. There wasn’t much more they could do than internally pray that Lola was going to be okay. Aaron had bandaged her arm and was keeping pressure on it. David had finished talking to the operator and now all they had to wait. It was the longest 10 minutes of her life. The longest 10 minutes of all their lives.

JJ’s eyes widened when Lola’s eyes closed completely. She lightly slapped her cheeks, chanting over and over again that Lola had to stay awake.

“No, no, no.” Her heart picked up speed for the thousandth time that night. “Lola. Lola. Lola. Open your eyes. Lola.” JJ teared up, she had never felt so hopeless and useless in her life. “Look at me.” The teenager suddenly opened her eyes, and JJ nodded in encouragement, never stopped looking into her eyes.

Lola’s vision was blurry when she opened her eyes. Her head was pounding and her ears were ringing. It took a while for her to realize who was in front of her. Her eyes finally focused after a while, seeing JJ looking at her with tears in her eyes. She felt the blonde’s hands on her cheeks, caressing lovingly, but Lola also felt how much they were trembling. Using all the little strength she had left, Lola weakly grabbed JJ’s hand, wanting her soft skin to be the last thing she felt, instead of her own blood, before she died. A few beats and everything went black.

Now, as Emily sat in the hospital with the entire team there, no one speaking, she could not shake the thoughts of having to prepare to come home without her daughter. Having to tell Jack that his little sister had killed herself. She wouldn’t ever survive that. None of them would.

Emily closed her eyes, trying to get the thoughts to go away. She exhaled, gently squeezing JJ’s hand. The blonde hadn’t left Emily’s side since they arrived at the hospital.

Sitting in the waiting room was almost, selfishly, as bad as seeing her daughter on the floor. All the quiet, all the time to think about how long her daughter had been doing this. Emily didn’t miss the faint scars on her arms from what seemed like months prior to this. She didn’t know how they had missed it. Didn’t understand how Lola was in so much pain and they hadn’t seen it.

Emily felt a gentle squeeze back, but this time, it meant something more than comfort. Emily looked up, seeing a doctor walking towards her. She held her breath, putting her free hand where JJ and her were already holding hands, looking at the doctor with expectant eyes.

“Emily, is it?” Emily nodded, seeing Aaron come back from the bathroom. He hurried to Emily’s side when he saw the doctor. “We’ve moved your daughter to a ward.” The woman started. Aaron sat down next to his wife, Emily placing her head on his shoulder as they listened to the doctor, her hands still holding JJ’s tightly. “She’s just come out of surgery. She’ll need to be reviewed by psychiatry tomorrow morning.”

“Is she going to be okay, then?” Aaron asked, his voice hoarse and exhausted. Emily felt the way he sounded.

“We’ll know more tomorrow.” The doctor gave a comforting smile. “Do you want to see her?” Emily and Aaron both immediately nodded. Emily turned to JJ, giving her a small smile before she let go of her hand, feeling a small bit of emptiness at the loss of contact. Aaron placed his arm around Emily’s waist, both of them slightly shaking with nervousness as they followed the doctor down door after door.

Tears burned in Emily’s time again when she saw her daughter on the hospital bed. Seeing Lola so small and vulnerable, with a bandage covering her arm, made Emily quietly gasp. She was afraid she would never stop crying.

Aaron didn’t know what to feel. He didn’t know what to do. He was mad at himself for not noticing just how much his own daughter was suffering. He was sad for not noticing how much his own daughter was suffering. At the same time, he felt numb. The feeling of his daughter’s blood in his hands made him feel so many overwhelming feelings, but he felt numb at the same time.

Two chairs were placed next to the bed and the parents hesitantly sat down, looking at their daughter who was asleep. Emily grabbed her hand, caressing it and saw how many scars Lola had on her arms. Emily quietly whimpered and felt Aaron take Lola’s hand as well. She looked at him. The love of her life, and saw how much he was hurting too. She placed her free hand on his cheek, caressing it as a tear rolled down his cheek. Her thumb delicately brushed it away. She wanted to say something. But she didn’t know what. What are you supposed to say when your daughter slits her wrists?

“She’ll be okay.” Emily ended up saying. She wanted to take it back the second she began the sentence. Aaron said nothing, he just looked down at their hands. “Aaron, honey? Are you listening to me?” Her voice was gentle. “She’s going to be okay.” She didn’t know why she said it again. Aaron nodded, a slight, obviously unsure nod. “Honey… look at me.” He did and when he raised his head, Emily saw how much Aaron seemed to just want to cry. Let it out. Emily prayed that he wouldn’t keep this in until he eventually broke.

Aaron stared at what could’ve been Emily’s face, but she was too good of a profiler to see that his eyes were resting at a spot just past her ear. Silence for a moment and Emily was afraid that she was going to have to beg him to talk.

“… I should have noticed.” The words came so unexpectedly that Emily barely registered what he said. She blinked.

“Aaron…” Emily cooed.

“We’re profilers.” He scoffed, his shiny gaze slipping back to their hands. “We’re parents. I missed it.”

“We all did.” Emily spoke. It was true. It was most likely hopeful ignorance, denial. They had all noticed that something was off but they hadn’t given her more than invitations to talk. Aaron, at least, didn’t want to believe that it was anything too serious. He didn’t like to think of his children in pain, and he’d prefer to manipulate himself than to try and fix it. The guilt made him feel nauseous.

“I thought that after Reid, I would notice things like this. Notice if people weren’t okay and be able to keep a close eye on things.”

“She hid it well.” Emily spoke, voice unsure. The words were for her own benefit as well.

“Did she?” Aaron asked, his voice cracking in the slightest way as he looked up at his wife, seeing her hesitant facial expression. Emily didn’t know what to say, so she swallowed the thick feeling in her throat, looking at her daughter again.

Hours went by and the parents were asleep. Emily was still holding her daughter’s hand, leaning her head on her husband’s shoulder. Aaron kept a hand around her as he leaned his head on hers.

Lola heard soft snores coming from somewhere. It took a moment for her eyes to relax at the harsh light that shone from the ceiling. She swallowed, her throat dry and sore. As soon as she noticed her parents, she felt claustrophobic in her body. She couldn’t quite move. She could wiggle her toes slightly and after a beat, she recognized her mother’s hand in her own. Mustering up strength, she squeezed slightly. The way her mother immediately woke up made Lola feel guilty.

“…Hi, baby.” Emily smiled, leaning closer to kiss Lola’s hand. Aaron also woke up when he heard Emily’s voice, looking at his daughter with so much sadness.

Lola looked at her parents for a moment before she turned her head as much as she could the other way, her feelings and memories catching up to her and she began to cry. Her face contorted into the most heartbreaking frown that made Emily’s heart hurt. She leaned closer, cooing.

“Hey…” She whispered, squeezing Lola’s hand tighter. “Hey, honey.” When Lola began quietly sobbing, Emily hushed her. Aaron took her hand over Emily’s.

“I’m so sorry.” Lola whimpered, her chest hurting at all her family’s faces. The way JJ looked at her before she had passed out made its way to her mind.

“No, Lola. Don’t apologize.” Aaron spoke, voice gentle as he too, leaned closer.

“I’m so sorry.” Lola continued, feeling so utterly humiliated and embarrassed. She felt guilty for scaring everyone, and she did it all for nothing. It didn’t even work. She was still here.

“Sweetheart, listen to me.” Emily spoke. Lola turned her head, looking at her parents who seemed to do everything not to break down. “You have nothing to be sorry for. It is not your fault that you’re hurting, okay?” Lola still felt guilty, but she nodded, not wanting her parents to worry anymore. Although, she doubted they would ever stop worrying. They would never trust her to be alone again. She closed her eyes, wanting the ground to just swallow her whole. “We are here for you. Me, your dad, the entire team too. We love you so much, baby.” Lola swallowed her sobs, wanting to ask a question.

“Are you mad at me?” She whispered, her voice trembling. “Is the team mad at me?”

“No, no, no.” Emily shook her head, the concerned frown on her face that she so often had.

“No one is mad at you.” Aaron spoke. “No one. We’re worried, honey. We all love you and we care about you.”

“I’m sorry.” Lola spoke, she couldn’t ever apologize enough for hurting everyone like she did. Emily shook her head, her eyes soft.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

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[justanothercmblog]

Why didn't you try?

Summary: Matilda doesn't understand why her dad never seemed to put his family first.

genre: angst

pairing: Spencer Reid & teen!daughter

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“You never had a problem with staying here after school Tills, it’ll only be for a couple of hours.”, Spencer said as he and his daughter entered the bullpen. Matilda trudged behind him, backpack shouldered and an attitude clearly visible on her face of resentment.

“Sure, always loved spending all of my free time at an office building, the dream," she said sarcastically and headed straight to the roundtable room, bringing distance between her father and her and ignoring the team that were much more than just her father’s coworkers to her.

“What’s up with her?”, Morgan was the first to ask, following his niece with his eyes. Spencer just shrugged, not feeling like getting into his daughter’s teenage attitude hat had only gotten worse towards him since her mom and he had split. They had decided that Matilda would stay with each of them for a week whenever Spencer wasn’t on a case and this was the first week that they had gone through with the arrangement.

Matilda had made it known that she didn’t want to spend time with him, it had broken his heart in a way he had never experienced, but her mother was not having it. As much as the separation had hurt, Spencer was a good dad and she wouldn’t let her daughter shut him out like that. Day two and Spencer was beginning to question if that really was the way to go. Tilly had barely spoken a word to him and had clearly shown her disdain for him and as much as he loved having her with him, he knew that this hurt more than having her be with her mother.  

They had been at the BAU for an hour when all of the team had noticed the obvious tension between their resident genius and his daughter and most of them had been victims to their first BAU kid’s temper and mood. Matilda Reid knew she was being insufferable, but she couldn’t but blame every person in this building for her parent’s separation. Especially her father. His job had finally messed it all up beyond repair. She now started to question if her mom had actually just stayed with him because she had been a kid and used to adore her dad. She scoffed at that. Why did she ever adore the man that was barely present? She was almost sure that he had spent more time with the members of the BAU than with her and her mom and it made her even angrier at them all. 

“Ohhh my favourite person in the whole world is here!”, Garcia’s cheery voice snapped her attention away from her thoughts and onto the colourful woman that was her godmother. Even she couldn’t change her mood though and none of the team members had been able to warn the woman either so Matilda’s attitude came as an even bigger shock. The teen scoffed at the woman and rolled her eyes.

“Please why do you all feel like you can just march in here and annoy the fuck out of me!”, she snapped loudly and Garcia froze at the door, eyes wide. That was it for Spencer. the whole bullpen had heard his daughter snap and swear and he wasn’t having it. Before Garcia could snap out of her shock Spencer had strode up the stairs and come up behind the woman, glaring down at his daughter.

“That’s it, Matilda! Do you hear yourself? Take your teenage attitude out on me but swearing at your godmother? Absolutely not! Phone!”, he boomed and held out his hand expectantly. “What?”, she questioned in shock. “You heard me, hand over your phone, you’re not talking to anyone like that, especially not the people that love you.” She scoffed. “Fuck off I’m not giving you my phone.”

Garcia’s eyes only grew bigger at the language the teen used and the tension in the room. She really didn’t want to be in the room with both of them and witness this first hand but here she was. “What did you just say to me?”, Spencer's voice had gotten dangerously quiet and his daughter got up from her chair and stood up to face him. “I said: FUCK… OFF!”, she snarled and stared into his angry eyes with the equally angry ones of her mom.

Before Spencer could say anything else she grabbed her phone and turned around to leave, though he was faster, snapping out his hand to grab her wrist tightly. “You are not leaving right now!”, he boomed and she flinched as she turned back around, looking up at him with wide eyes and at her wrist in his strong hands. He had never been so loud with her, but then again she had never been so loud with him either.

“Spencer!”, Garcia squeaked and suddenly Morgan appeared behind Matilda in the door she was trying to exit through. “Reid you better let go of her NOW!”, he ordered and it was only then that he noticed how tightly he was gripping his daughter’s wrist. As if it was on fire he let it go and watched his daughter tumble back into Derek’s chest, still staring up at her dad. Before he could say anything more though she backed off of Derek too and turned to rush out of the room and down the stairs, the team and Spencer following her with their eyes. 

It was Emily who jumped up and followed her out, while the rest of them was still frozen in place. “Oh god!”, Spencer snapped out first, clutching his hands in front of his face. “Oh god, I grabbed her… I hurt her! Oh god," he uttered, a wild stare looking after his daughter and tears prickling in his eyes. He ran his hand through his hair messily and then moved to follow her, though Morgan didn’t let him past. “Reid stop.” “I need to apologise! I need to make sure she’s okay! Morgan let me through!” “Emily’s got her! You won’t be much help right now!”, he told him sternly. “I didn’t mean to.. I didn’t mean to grab her that tight! I didn’t… Fuck!”, he exclaimed as he kicked one of the chairs. 

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“Tilly?”, Emily asked softly as she entered the women’s bathroom of the floor. The room was empty but one cubicle was occupied. The woman could hear soft sniffles coming from it and knew who they stemmed from. “Leave me alone!”, the girl snapped trying to sound self-assured but failing miserably. “I’ll give you a minute but I’m not leaving,” Emily announced and leaned against the wall opposite the cubicle. Nothing was heard apart from the soft sniffles. “Are you hurt?”, Emily asked after a while and Matilda looked down at the wrist her dad had grabbed. It was a little red but didn’t really hurt. “No”, she said. “I’m calling my mom.”, she added and Emily sighed. 

“Don’t you think you and your dad should talk about what’s going on?” “No I don’t, he can go fuck himself.”, the teen snapped and Emily closed her eyes in defeat. “Tilly. What’s really going on here? I don’t even recognise you.” The teen scoffed. “Well, how would you.” “What do you mean?” “As if you guys cared about anything else but your stupid jobs", she said and this time Emily could hear the hurt sifting through the teen’s words. “That’s not true Tills. We all care about you, especially your dad.”

Matilda shook her head and finally opened up the door, looking up at Emily’s worried eyes. “If he cared he wouldn’t have let it come to this,” she said numbly and shook her head before stepping to the sink and washing her face, in an attempt to hide that she had been crying. Emily just stood by her side and watched her. “Matilda. If anyone knows what neglectful parents look like it's me. And I promise you. Your dad is not one. He loves you more than he loves life itself, you know that.”

Matilda didn’t want to hear that. Deep down she knew Emily was right, but she was still hurt. She was hurt and what made it worse was knowing how much her mom was hurt. “He hurt my mom. Badly,” she said and Emily was beginning to understand what this was. “And now you made it your mission to hurt him too?” Matilda stopped and glared at Emily. it sounded dumb when she said it like that and it hadn’t really been her mission, so she thought at least.

“Come on Matilda, you’re smarter than that.”, Emily said as the teen dried her hands. “He hurt me.” “We both know he never meant to. And may I remind you that you said some pretty hurtful things too?”. “And that gives him the right to hurt me physically? Wow great lesson you're teaching me here Emily.” Matilda snapped back and Emily bit down on her lip. “No I didn’t mean it like that. You’re right, no one has the right to touch you like that honey.”, Emily quickly admitted hearing how that had sounded. “

I just meant.. You snapped at Garcia Tilly.” Matilda’s heart sunk to the pit of her stomach thinking back and she looked down at the floor in shame. “Listen. I know life sucks for you right now and you blame your dad. I don’t know what exactly caused your parents to separate but he loves you, Matilda, I think you should talk about this. Tell him how you feel.” “He’s mad at me.” “Come on now, Spencer is probably being eaten alive by guilt right now, you can bet on Derek giving him a piece of his mind too.” “I don’t want to go back out there.” “Just go straight into my office okay? I’ll get your dad and tell him to be calm if he isn’t okay?”

Matilda nodded and Emily wrapped her arms around her, embracing her for a minute. “I know this is all a lot right now but you’ll be fine.”, she whispered into the girl's ears. “Thank you aunt Emmy”, the girl responded and held on tightly to her. “Let’s get you out of here, hm?”, she said encouragingly and wrapped an arm around the girl's side as they left the bathroom and entered the bullpen again.

All of the other’s gazes followed the two of them and Spencer immediately wanted to rush after them, though Morgan held him back again. “Wait for Emily to talk to us.”, he said to him and he watched his friend lead his daughter into her office before coming over to him. “How is she? I need to apologise, what’s going on?”, he bombarded the woman with questions. “She wants to talk to you, but Spencer you better be calm with her, even if she snaps, she’s angry and hurt, okay? Mentally I mean, her wrist is fine, but if I ever catch you being rough with her again, believe me when I tell you that I will snap you in half Reid.”, she told him and he nodded eagerly. “I’d never hurt her! You know that!”  Emily nodded. “Okay, then go make things right with your daughter. She wanted to call Julia but I convinced her to talk to you first.” The mention of his wife made his heart squeeze with hurt. He still loved her, so much, but it wasn’t working out anymore and he knew she deserved better. 

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a/n: I would love to hear your thoughts!

Part 2

#spencer reid #spencerreid x teen!daughter #criminal minds #spencer reid angst #teen!daughter #dad!spencer #spencer reid x reader #dad!spencer & teen!daughter #dr spencer reid #cm #criminal minds parents #emily prentiss

[criminalmindsgonewrong]

Hotch: Remember! Curiosity killed the cat!

Emily: Yes, but you forget that satisfaction brought it back. So yes, Reid, go find out if that thing can catch fire!

Hotch: You're a bad influence.

Emily: And you don't know your sayings.

#criminal minds #criminal minds gone wrong #incorrect criminal minds quotes #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #spencer reid #chaotic parenting #ba-queue

[snarkylinda]

The way they all barely react to this like expecting it to happen eventually is the funniest shit.

But also Spence has a degree in psychology, so I like to image this exact same Convo after his third meltdown of the week.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #aaron hotcher #emily prentiss #emily is that older sister that sees you parents giving you shit and whispers a 'told you this was going to happen' on the background

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Emily Prentiss x daughter reader

Request from Ao3

Request: Hi! Can you please do a one-shot with Emily Prentiss x daughter reader where y/n gets into trouble at school for the first time (maybe she'd been bullied and finally just hit the bully out of reaction? Whatever is fine) and Emily had mixed feelings on how to deal with it? Thanks! (y/n is 11 btw) just angst with a fluffy ending?

Summary: Emily prentiss' daughter gets into her first fight at school wuth a bully, Emily gets called in and doesn't know how she should punish her daughter so when she gets to work she askes JJ and Hotch as they are also parents, Her daughter is 11

Third perosn pov...

It was supposed to be a normal day for Y/N Prentiss but of course for the 11 year old her school day was about to become worse.

It all started at morning break, Y/N was swinging on the swings when she was shoved off from behind, angry thrbgirl stands up and turns around.

When she did she saw Lucy one of the many girls who had for some reason decided at the start of the year that Y/N was her punching bag.

But this time Y/N had enough, she hated lying to her Mum about all the bruises she gets when she gets home from school.

Y/N crosses her arms and glares at the girl  "What now Lucy?" She asks, this surprises the other girl as she had never been spoken back to before by anyone.

The little brat of a child glares back at her usual punching bag "Oh what's this the punching bag can talk, what a surprise" she says mockingly

Y/Ns knuckles turns white, she was trying and failing to hold herself back from punching Lucy, she had training from her Uncle Derek just incase an unsub kidnapped her or for instances jsut like this.

Y/N stands her ground and stares back at Lucy, hoping her face would betray how scared she actually felt standing up for herself and everyone who was a victim to bullying.

"I'm not at stupid as you Lucy, at least I actually work hard and don't have my many many servants to do my work for me" talks back Y/N

This made Lucy even more pissed off, the cocky girl crossed her arms as pissed off look on her face. "Well at least I have a dad who loves me-" the 11 year old barely finished her taunt before she was tackled by Y/N.

The girls eyes were filled with anger as every punch and kick hits it mark, Lucy's screams were heard throughout the playground s she was attacked by Y/N. "You forget princess, I've been trained by FBI agents" Says Y/N with every punch not stopped her attack on the bully.

As Lucy's screams increased the group of cheering students didn't notice the teachers coming their way and breaking up the fight, Y/N was grabbed from behind and pulled away from Lucy.

Said girl was on the ground still covering her face with her arms as the attack stopped, Y/N struggled in the arms that grabbed her, suddenly the sound of the principal stopped her struggling

"Detention both of you and I'm calling both of your parents" he exclaimed as Y/N was walked to the nurses office to get her cuts looked at.

As least she wasn't as hurt as Lucy was, the little girl had cits and bruises all over her face, she also had a broken nose which Y/N was proud of.

All though Lucy did get some good punches in Y/N had a black eye and a spilt lip and was also covered in cuts and bruises, it took a while until both girls were covered up and sent to the Pricipalz office.

With Emily...

Emily Prentiss was nervous as she pulled up to her daughter's school. She had received a call from the principal informing her that her daughter was involved in a fight and the principal wanted Emily to come in to discuss it. Emily took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.

As Emily entered the principal's office, she saw her daughter slumped in a chair, head down, not daring to meet her mother's eye.

The principal began by explaining what had happened. It seemed her daughter was being bullied by another girl and had finally had enough. She had gotten into a physical altercation with the bully.

Emily silently took it all in, a storm of emotions raging inside her. Part of her wanted to hug her daughter and tell her that she understood. But part of her was also angry, worried and scared. How should she punish her daughter?

When she returned to work, she approached JJ and Hotch, both of whom were also parents. She asked them what they would do in her situation.

JJ gave her a sympathetic look before launching into a long and winding tale about how her own daughter had once been involved in a fight.

She then explained how she'd more or less let it slide, acknowledging that her daughter had been in a tough spot and did what she felt she needed to do to stand up for herself.

At the end of JJ's story, Hotch added his own point of view. He said that while violence wasn't the answer, he agreed with JJ that in this situation there was nothing to be gained from punishing her daughter too harshly.

He suggested instead that she have a calm and rational discussion with her daughter about her actions and make sure she understood why violence was never the right course of action.

Emily nodded in agreement with what they said. She thanked them both for their help and headed home, ready to have a heart-to-heart conversation with her daughter.

Even though the situation had been difficult, she was glad that she had the support of her colleagues, both of whom had offered her sound advice as a parent.

The end!

I hope you liked this oneshot for Emily I love writing for her, any way as always so sorry for the grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Request are open!

Word count: 1055

#criminal minds #fanfic #behavioural analysis unit #x child reader #fluff and comfort #light angst #oneshot #x daughter!reader #emily prentiss x daughter reader #emily prentiss #reader gets into a fight #mother daughter fluff #x daughter reader #young daughter reader #emily prentiss x young daughter reader #parenting advice

[imyourrjoy]

Sugar mommy!Emily was a successful woman who had everything she could ask for. She had a great career, a beautiful home, and several luxury cars. However, there was still something missing in her life. you.

Sugar mommy!Emily loved spoiling you with lavish gifts. She would take her to the most expensive restaurants and order the finest wines. She bought her designer clothes from the most exclusive boutiques and made sure that you had the latest and most fashionable accessories. Even if you didn’t like the money she was spending, you couldn’t stop her.

To celebrate your birthday, sugar mommy!Emily, who rented out an entire luxury spa resort for the weekend, is complete with personal masseuses and a private chef. One day, sugar mommy!Emily surprised you with tickets to a private screening of your favorite movie. at the theater, and Emily had arranged for a personal chef to prepare a gourmet meal. After dinner, Emily opened a box of chocolates and a bottle of champagne. And of course, they were the best money could buy.

Sugar mommy!Emily loves spoiling you with these extravagant gestures. Just more sugar, mommy!Emily thoughts

♡

A/n I did not proofread. I just let my mind wonder

#wlw #emily prentiss #emily prentiss smut #criminal minds smut #criminal minds #criminal minds drabble #she is so hot low key #can you tell i have parental issues

[jenny-from-the-bau]

What did you do to make them so disappointed in you?

#jeremily as parents #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #jj #derek morgan #cmedit #cmedits #cm edit #cm #criminal minds #jeremily

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Whumptober Day 28 (Aaron Hotchner & y/n Hotchner)

No. 28 IT'S JUST THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG

Anger Born of Worry | Punching the Wall | Headache

Warnings: toxic parents, abusive childhood, abusive dad, gun, argument, heated argument, 

Word count: 1222

Major thanks to @wolf-knights for running this through with me :)

“Er, Agent Hotchner,” Your head snaps up, you give Anderson a small smile, not paying attention to the person behind him. “There’s someone here to see you,”

You finally turn your attention to the person behind Anderson and you feel your brain short-circuit. “Wh-What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here? What sort of a silly question is that?” The woman gives a laugh, “Come on, let’s go somewhere private so we can have a one-on-one chat without prying ears,”

Unsure of what else to do, you nod dumbly and lead the woman to the roundtable room. No one would be there, but they’d still be able to see you, should things turn bad.

When you lead her there, you stay silent, not knowing what to say. This was the woman that left when you were five years old. What was there to say? “Well?” She prompted, before sighing, “Aren’t you going to offer your mum a drink?”

“Sorry, I haven’t exactly done this before,” You bite back, “My mum left when I was five, I guess I don’t really know what the protocol is,”

The woman turns to you, face sour. “Is that really how you respect your elders?”

“The ones that abandoned me and my brothers?” You say, “Yes.”

“How dare you,” She exclaims, “I knew we should only have had two children, I told your father, three is too much. The last one will come out wrong and it seems I was right.”

Your face drops, “What?” You hadn’t expected her to bite back like this, you were expecting maybe one or two comments and then for her to apologise. 

“I only wanted Aaron and Sean,” Your mother says slowly. 

“Mum?” Your mother turned around, hearing Aaron’s voice.

“Aaron!” She chimed, face lighting up immediately. “How have you been? I’ve missed you,”

“I’m going to ask you to leave,” Aaron said, ignoring her question and not reacting when your mother began to yell loudly in protest. “I won’t ask again. Either you leave or I have you removed.”

She scoffed loudly, “Never would I have thought my own son would treat me so!”

“Leave. Now.” Scoffing once more, she picked her bag up, storming out of the room and down the stairs and out of sight. 

“Who was that?” Derek asked, sticking his thumb over his shoulder.

“That would be our mother,” Aaron answers with a sigh. 

“I’m just gonna- I’ll be back in just a-” You say, desperately trying to blink the tears from your eyes.

“Take as much time as you need,” Aaron says immediately, “My office is free if you need a moment in there.” You nod, silently making your way to the office.

You weren’t quite sure how you felt. You were feeling something, it was swarming throughout your body. Rage. Frustration. Disappointment. You had stupidly let yourself hope that she had changed. But she hadn’t. She hadn’t changed at all.

Aaron walked into his office, ten minutes later, making sure to clear his throat as he entered the office, he didn’t want to startle you. He wasn’t quite sure what to expect when he walked in, maybe you crying, perhaps he’d see you throw something unimportant from his desk against the wall, something that showed the intense emotions he knew you were feeling. But no. Aaron didn’t see any of these. Instead, what he saw was his younger brother sitting, staring ahead at the wall, expression blank.

He makes his way to you quickly, kneeling in front of you. You don’t acknowledge him. “(Y/N)?” He asks gently. Your eyes flick to his, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” You whisper, swallowing. You stood up, “Come on, we don’t have time for this- we’ve got a case.”

You make your way to the door, Aaron hot on your heels. “(Y/N), wait, we need to talk about this-”

“I’m fine, Aaron,” You reply, not giving him a chance to reply before you’re closing the door.

You ignore the others in the bullpen, Penelope trying to get you to sit this case out, Rossi telling you that you should stay home and rest, the others agreeing. You pay them no attention. They didn’t think you could do your job. You grab your duffle bag before heading to the jet, choosing to sit on the couch, in the corner. You needed all the security you could get at this point.

The case was tense, but flew by. The unsub had a hostage, a young girl, seventeen maybe eighteen. Not thinking, you had rushed in without a second thought (or your bulletproof vest). Aaron had kept it together at the crime scene, waiting until the team was alone in the police station before stalking up to you, the police were still at the crime scene, leaving just your team there.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” Aaron yells, stalking towards you, face like thunder.

“What do you mean ‘what the hell were the thinking’?” You asked, glaring up at him, “I got the guy, didn’t I?” You said, gesturing to the unsub. 

“Yeah, and nearly got yourself killed in the process!”

“I was perfectly fine!” You defended, scoffing, “What, you don’t trust me to do my job? That it?”

“(Y/N)-”

“What Aaron?” You ask, folding your arms as you continued to glare. “You gonna give me another self-entitled big brother lecture? Don’t talk back, do as I say, follow my orders, all that crap? Don’t bother.”

Seeing his nostrils flare and fists clenched in anger, you step closer. “What you gonna do Aaron, hit me?” You sneered, “You gonna take all that anger out just like dad used to?”

“(Y/N), stop. You need to calm down, now.” Emily’s voice is strong, but you ignore her. Derek steps in front of you, preventing you from getting closer to Aaron and trying his best to edge you out of the room and away from the situation. 

“I know you want to,” You yell, “You get that look in your eyes. Same look he used to get when I messed up after you and Sean pissed off and left me alone with him!”

Rossi found himself stepping forward, preventing Aaron from doing anything he may later regret. “(Y/N), shut up!” Aaron growls.

“What’s wrong? Having trouble accepting that we’re both exactly like him?!”

“How dare-!” Aaron begins to exclaim, pushing past Rossi, finger pointing harshly at you. “How dare you say that.”

“We are,” You sneer, “Look at us! You drove Haley away, just like he drove mum away and I’m not much better!”

“You have no right to say that! No right! That is my family, they are my family!” You stop fighting against Derek for a moment, face dropping. My family. My. 

You let Derek push you back and away from Aaron. “My family, huh?” You don’t say anything else, simply turning to Derek, who watched as most of the anger drained out of you. 

“There you go, running off again,” Aaron picked, “We all know that’s the real reason you don’t have anyone else except this team.”

Rage floods through your stomach, as you exit the door, you slam your fist, hard, into the wall. Not paying attention at the dent it leaves, or the small smear of blood. You just continue walking.

#whumptober 2022 #no. 28 #anger born of worry #punching the wall #toxic parents #abusive childhood #abusive dad #gun #arguments #heated argument #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x y/n hotchner #male reader #y/n hotchner #derek morgan x reader #derek morgan x y/n hotchner #emily prentiss #david rossi #anderson

[whitecrossgirl]

Hotch: I don’t think your mother approves of me.

Emily: Don’t worry about it; she doesn’t approve of me either

#incorrect quotes #hotchniss #aaron Hotchner #emily prentiss #Elizabeth prentiss’s A+ parenting #there’s a fic in here somewhere #maybe I’ll dig it out

[sleuthy-scientist]

A Mother's Love Part III

Elizabeth read the words her daughter had carefully written to her. She had to re-read it three times, finding it difficult to digest and get through the contents in its entirety.

Frustrated, she could feel a migraine coming on from the tension and stress of her emotions. There was no mistaking the tears welling in her eyes, for anything other than hurt, sadness, and guilt.

Their relationship had always been strained, but she never thought it would get to this point. Where her daughter lost her patience and cut ties with her. She never considered it would come to this.

Finding out she was going to be a grandmother, yet it was short lived and bittersweet excitement. Because, Emily was pregnant with a child, she might never be allowed to meet. And reading the painstaking words, she couldn't blame Emily for her position.

Elizabeth wondered if she hadn't had her assistant turn Emily away in her attempts to visit, if this letter would still have been delivered today. Or if she had bothered to take a second to make time for her, Emily would have informed her of her impending motherhood in person.

A part of her was glad Emily hadn't been present when she learned the news of her grandchild. Elizabeth knew she would likely have made some snide remark about Aaron, Emily's work, or unmarried status. Starting yet another fight between them, a fight, she now knew Emily foresaw. One Elizabeth knew she had already avertently lost.

Although they had never been close, Elizabeth never doubted Emily's love for her. Her daughter was a kind, generous, niave, and carefree soul. Even when she was rambunctious or rebellious, she was never intentionally malicious. Elizabeth knew as hurt and betrayed as she felt, her daughter likely was equally as devastated, if not more so.

Emily didn't have the capacity to hold grudges, she had always been too forgiving for her own good. Elizabeth had always worried her naive belief in trying to find the good in others, would only ever disappoint her. Elizabeth knew she was a hypocrite on this matter, only further proving what little she knew of her daughter right.

She took it for granted that she would always have Emily's love in her life. Her daughter had been the one thing in her life that was permanent, she had never thought she could lose her.

And while her daughter wasn't living the life she wanted for her, Elizabeth knew Emily could take care of herself. She had proven her intelligence and independence from an early age. She had never seemed to need her before. And now she truly realised how little she did, and she felt she neither wanted or needed to make an effort.

But Elizabeth realized there was no point in lying to herself any longer. She knew Emily was right, that she always put work first. Unlike her daughter, she had always needed recognition, fueled by the praises of the public.

Emily had typically been the opposite, hating being the center of attention, having all eyes focused on her. Elizabeth knew her daughter acted out for the attention and love she craved. The things as her mother she had withheld not fully realising the damage and effects she caused.

She wanted to scoff and brush it off, like what she had written was fiction and utterly ridiculous. But, Elizabeth knew Emily hadn't lied in her letter. It was a tough pill to swallow now, knowing just how much she had hurt her daughter.

Elizabeth had foolishly thought her job was everything, that it would keep her busy and give her life fulfillment until she died. But she could smell the blood in the water, knowing she was becoming irrelevant in the political sphere. It had been that way for awhile, as he just hadn't wanted to admit it, even to herself.

One day soon, she would outlive her usefulness and eventually be replaced. It pained her, because for so long it was the only thing she could control, the only thing that made sense to her. It gave her a rush and made her feel alive, when she felt she was failing at everything else.

And now it may have cost her the only relationship she had, that had ever consisted of unconditional love. A love Emily had bestowed on her, so selflessly, one that she hadn't even made an effort to try and return. One she might be too late to even try to repair.

Regardless, Elizabeth knew she must accept her blame and responsibility in the matter, if she had any hope of fixing things. Even if she didn't know why Emily couldn't find a life without so much danger. Why she couldn't understand the choices that lead her daughter down such a thankless path.

She knew Emily wasn't asking anything impossible from her, that what she wanted was reasonable. Elizabeth just didn't know how to get past the barrier in between them. How to even begin to broach the subject after receiving this letter. Emily had left the ball in her court, Elizabeth knew she had to be the one to reach out this time and make an effort.

She had missed out on so much of her daughter's life and had nothing to really show for it. She wanted to do better and see her grandchild grow up. Well grandchildren, Elizabeth knew for Emily's sake she would need to include Jack in that category.

That, she had to learn to accept the choices and life, her daughter made for herself. Knowing Emily may never forgive her, because she had never been the kind of parent a child deserved. But, Elizabeth knew now, she both wanted and needed Emily in her life.

And while she had never taken the time to see her daughter in a maternal setting, she had no doubt Emily was already a much better parent then she ever had. That Jack and however many other children they had, Emily would love them all equally.

It already amazed her, how seamlessly her daughter accepted a child that wasn't her own. The lengths she was willing to go, only further showing how fiercely she protected him and his father. The way they constantly sought out her affection, which she gave so openly and freely. The comfort and happiness she felt in their presence alone, in turn, was obvious.

Elizabeth wondered if her and Emily had ever had a fraction of the bond her daughter shared with Jack. How long had she failed her, been too blinded by her lust for power and greed, succeeding in a man's world. Had she permanently lost the one good thing, that she had no right to take credit for?

Her daughter had always had this innate kindness about her. When she was young she could charm anyone with a sweet smile and a few words. But her favourite thing had been picking and collecting flowers to give to people.

She could recall when Emily was little and went around picking and collecting flowers to give people. Even then she was always thinking of others, trying to find some way to connect and welcome them.

Other dignitaries used to think it was the most adorable little diplomatic gesture, often citing Elizabeth for her wonderful parenting raising such a kind soul. She could recall smiling back at them, knowing her daughter had a bright future in politics, following in her footsteps.

She had once asked Emily why she did it, sure she would get some ridiculous response like "flowers are pretty mommy ". But her daughter surprised her saying "It's scary being somewhere new, far away from home. I want them to have something bright and happy to see everything is ok."

At the time, she thought it was a rather peculiar thing for her six year old to say. Now it saddened her, Emily had always been wise beyond her years, with such a sensitive side. Her selflessness and loyalty, knew no bounds.

Yet now, Elizabeth couldn't remember why or even when her daughter stopped doing that sentimental gesture for others. Or what other parts of her daughter she missed, barrly watching her grow up from afar.

It pained her to look back now and see as successful of a career as she had, to know what a failure as a parent she had been. Knowing she couldn't right the wrongs of her past. Wrongs, that may have permanently altered any future relationship she hoped to have with her daughter or grandchildren.

How many times had she put her own priorities above Emily, knowing she was young and resilient, took everything in stride. That her child was getting rewarding experiences and the best education afforded to her. Telling herself she was only setting Emily up for the future, opening every door in daughter's path for her.

Thinking her lazy, and ungrateful for squandering all she had been given. Knowing she had been wrong to even think that. Being able to see first hand, the difference Emily made in her job. The way she helped people, those so scared and alone, get justice for themselves and their loved ones.

That while it wasn't glamourous and what she dreamed for her daughter, Emily had done it all on her own. Elizabeth was left wishing, she had taken an interest, tried to understand, had shown her child even an ounce of love. So that she knew how proud she made her mother.

Knowing her not so little girl surrounded herself with death and darkness, day in and day out, yet still managed to find a pocket of happiness to hold onto. Elizabeth was glad as cruel and evil a world Emily lived in, that she never let it harden her. That she never closed herself off to the possibilities and real connections she made of her own choice and merit.

Now all she was thinking was what right did she have to stake a claim in her daughter's happiness and life. Especially when she had been so absent and distant for the majority of the of thrty four years Emily had been alive.

#criminal minds #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #hotchniss #elizabeth prentiss #a mother's love #narcissistic mother #motherhood #parenting

[ravensinthedaylight]

Y/N: Mom, bet you can’t name what country Nairobi’s the capitol of.

Emily: Sorry sweetie I can’t.

Y/N: Kenya

Emily: I cannot

Y/N: No, mom. Kenya.

Emily: Y/N I already said that I can’t.

Y/N: …

#incorrect cm quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect criminal minds #incorrect criminal minds quotes #y/n prentiss #emily prentiss x daughter!reader #emily prentiss daughter #mom emily prentiss #Emily Prentiss #parent emily prentiss

[vole-mon-amour]

7x01.

I guess Spencer hasn't seen his dad Aaron with a beard before. :')

He did WHAT. What do you mean HE made a decision??? While I thought it was Emily's decision all along, since Doyle might've found her & actually kill her?? And in reality she couldn't even stay in touch with the team even when she wanted to. :( And so Aaron called it for Emily to disappear, and David called JJ back to the team, making her an offer? And, on top of THAT, when Garcia and Morgan are ??????? and Derek looks at David, David is not even surprised. Lmaooo, are you kidding me? :D Married!

I'm so sorry for Spencer. :( I'd say I can't even imagine how I would feel in this situation, but, unfortunately, I can. I've been having nightmares about my dad being alive after his funeral for months and months. Crying in my sleep, "I thought you were dead!", waking up screaming. I can imagine exactly how it is, but in their case she's alive. My dad isn't.

Sure, Aaron. Right off the plane & you continue to want your people & this life to beat you. Give this man a break.

That's not how I imagined Emily's comeback, but at least JJ is love with her more than ever (and can't contain it).

Excuse me but dark circles under Aaron's eyes??? I'm gonna give him so much comfort once I get to sit down and write. HE CAN FIT SO MUCH REST IN HIM he didn't even know he needed & could. This bad boy (exhausted workaholic). Ugh.

Idk why, I just want to cry at this. This is still so cruel.

I feel for Derek & it absolutely breaks my heart. Her comeback was supposed something happy, but I am crying instead. And Aaron watching Derek's reaction. Why. ;_;

Dad with his kid. <3 Add bearded Aaron to this & we've got ourselves a family in a traditional sense.

Girls. Women. <3 Out of context, this moment radiates happiness bc those two are back and working together again for everyone to see.

"Rossi called me." OK! Anyway, these two girlfriends. <3 JJ is in love & absolutely beaming & I'm glad for her.

Dave said, "No ties!" a very long time ago. :') A local old man in his natural habitat (and Aaron up in front).

This would be so good as a study. I love watching people and their facial structures. Always fascinating.

I love it when this show shows characters that were shot in the forehead & are supposed to be dead, but their eyes are moving under the eyelids. Or when they show a 'dead' victim & their pulse is visible beating around their neck. A miracle.

#cm #natiswatching #me after my parents' death #hossi #spencer reid #derek morgan #emily prentiss #jemily #david rossi #penelope garcia #erin strauss

[justanothercmblog]

Why didn't you try? - Part 2

Summary: Matilda doesn't understand why her dad never seemed to put his family first.

genre: angst

pairing: Spencer Reid & teen!daughter

Part 1

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“Tills?”, he cautiously asked after knocking on the door to Emily’s office and stepping in. She was sat on the couch near the window and had her legs pulled in like she usually did when she got anxious. She peered up at him and they both could tell that the other had been crying. 

“Baby I’m so so sorry, I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that, I would never want to… I would never want to hurt you, you know that right?”, he rushed to speak after closing the door behind him. 

She bit down on her lip and nodded carefully, peering up at her dad who had stepped closer. 

“Can I sit with you?”, he asked and pointed to the other end of the couch. She nodded. “I shouldn’t have talked to you and Penny like that.” She admitted then, looking down into her lap whistle Spencer sat down on the couch with her. 

“I … I don’t understand what’s happening with you sweetheart. You’ve always been my little Tilly, talking like that just isn’t like you. I know everything with your mom and I is affecting you, I just … I feel like I don’t know you anymore,” he told her softly, gauging her reaction at that. “I’m not a little kid anymore,” was all she said, still not meeting her dad’s eye. “I know..”, he sighed. “You’re too grown-up and clever for your own good.” 

“Mom …”, she stopped herself. It wasn’t her place to tell him how her mom was doing. She just felt so alone with it. So responsible to make sure she was okay. “Hm?”, he questioned her but she shook her head again. 

“I won’t force you to stay with me this week Tilly. I get it if you’d rather stay home with mom.” He could see his daughter clenching her jaw, clearly holding something back. Of course he wanted her to stay with him, wanted to spend as much time as possible with her, but not if she really didn’t want to be there that badly. 

“So you don’t want me either then..”, she finally stuttered out, resentment and hurt evident in her small voice. 

“What?”, he asked in disbelief. “No that’s not what I’m saying Tills, I want you with me all of the time, don’t ever think that! And what do you mean either?”, he panicked while his daughter's bottom lip quivered dangerously. 

“You didn’t want Mom anymore, you didn’t want us.. and now mom doesn’t want me with her either and you don’t want me because I’m such a mess and I’m mean,” she finally said and couldn’t stop the tears from running down her cheek as she tried to keep the sobs from whacking through her body. 

Spencer’s heart dropped as he heard the words leaving his daughter’s lips. How could she ever think that he didn’t want her, wanted them? That her mom didn’t want her? It made all sense now, however, how she’s been acting. 

He vehemently shook his head. “No. Matilda, you’ve got it all wrong baby. We love you so so so much, it hurts how much we love you!”. he scooted closer to his daughter. “Look at me baby, please look at me buttercup.”, he automatically used the special nickname for her and she peered up cautiously. 

“What happened between me and your mom has absolutely nothing to do with you or how much either one of us loves you. I am sure mom is just as heartbroken that you’re with me this week as I am when you’re with her, she told you to stay with me because she knows how much I love you and that you’re safe with me baby, not because she doesn’t want you with her!” 

Matilda nodded though her tears kept rolling. “But why didn’t you..”, she hiccuped, “why didn’t you try?”. Spencer's brows furrowed together in confusion. “Try what honey?” “Mom … Mom loves you. And you love mom and me don’t you? I thought you did but… you didn’t.. you didn’t even try.” 

She cried hot tears now and the way she so desperately looked at him through her tears broke his heart so badly, he didn’t think he had felt worse for the entirety of the breakup. Not when he and Julia had ended it, not when they had told Matilda initially or when she vocally threw everything at him. This look of grief and desperation in his daughter’s eyes, it killed him and now he was crying too because deep down he knew his daughter was right. 

He hadn’t tried enough. he had prioritised work on and on again. Julia had given him so many warnings. Had told him on and on again that she couldn’t do it much longer, that he had promised to step back. But he didn’t. Pushed it to the future again and again, cas after case and hadn’t realised that Julia was slowly but surely distancing herself from him, putting up her guard and preparing to leave or rather kick him out. 

“Buttercup..”, he pressed out. “I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you or your mom. I love you both so much.” 

“Then why aren’t you doing anything!”, his daughter cried. “Mom cries every night and she thinks I don’t hear her, but I do! And it hurts! I just sit there and listen to her cry, all alone. And it’s all your fault!”, she sobbed, hugging her legs and hiding her face. 

He breathed through the tears, trying desperately to compose himself, he was the grown-up here, he was supposed to be strong for his daughter. Her words though. They cut deep because he knew they were true and he hadn’t even realised how badly his daughter was affected by it, how badly Julia was. 

“Baby you’re not alone. I promise you’re not. But .. But you’re right.”, he spoke trying to contain his voice. “You are absolutely right, I didn’t have my priorities straight, I really really messed up. I hurt your mom beyond belief, I don’t think we’ll be able to repair this buttercup. I don’t deserve another chance and your mom shouldn’t have to give me another one..” 

“But she loves you! She does! And you love her! It’s so easy!”, Matilda interrupted him. He sighed. Oh to see the world as black and white as his daughter did. If only their love would be enough. There was a tiny part of him that wanted to believe her, that wanted to hope again, but he didn’t know how he could salvage what he had already messed up. Hearing that Julia had been taking it this hard shouldn’t have come as a surprise to him, but he had genuinely thought that she had thought and planned this all so long that she’d be okay. And now he was hearing that his daughter was listening to her mom cry every night, that she was in a way all alone with her feelings about this all. He felt terrible. 

“Tills, I am so sorry baby. Can I … can I please give you a hug?”, he asked softly as he scooted towards her, he wanted to make it all okay for her again so badly. He saw her pressing her lips together tightly before she nodded carefully and he pulled her into his arms. She clung to him tightly and he brushed her hair calmingly while she cried into his shoulder. He shifted a little so that he had his little girl in his lap and could just hold her safe. 

“We will be okay buttercup. I promise you we will be okay. We love you so much baby. We will all be okay.”, he reassured her, his own mind still racing as he rocked her until she seemed to calm down. She didn’t move, just hid her face in his chest and breathed in the calming scent of her dad. It had been a long time since she had last sat in his lap, let him hold her, she had almost forgotten how safe he usually made her feel. 

Spencer didn’t say more, he just held his daughter. She had grown up so much and suddenly it hit him all at once how much he had missed. How right she was when she said he didn’t really know her. “Dad?”, her cracked voice brought him back. “Yes baby?” “Can we go home?”, her small voice questioned. “Of course.”, he didn’t need to think about that. “Do you want to go home to mom?”, he asked cautiously, trying his best to sound as nonchalant as possible but his daughter shook her head. “I want to stay with you.” His heart felt like it was healing a tiny bit, lifted from the pit of his stomach, not in place yet but better. “Okay, let’s get us together a little and go get our stuff, hm? I’ll tell Emily we’re going home.” 

After the two of them had wiped away their tears, especially Tilly struggling with that a little bit, they left the office and were met with stolen gazes from the team. Matilda went towards the conference room to get her bag and he packed his satchel before he moved over to take Emily to the side.  “I’m taking the next week off.” “Of course, Reid, take all the time you need.” “Don’t call me for cases either, Matilda needs me right now and I’ll not be answering my phone.” “Okay. Reid, you know that everyone here would understand it if you were to step down right?” He swallowed harshly. “It might be too late for that now.”, he muttered sadly. “Talk to Matilda, talk to Julia, do what’s best for your family, okay? Don’t worry about us.” He nodded and grabbed his phone typing out a message that was long overdue. *Can we talk, please? I’ve taken the week off.*

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a/n: Thank you so much for all the love on Part 1! I really enjoy writing these kinds of scenarios so it means a lot when they are so well received! Let me know what you think and what else you'd like to read from me! xx

#spencer reid #spencerreid & teen!daughter #criminal minds #spencer reid angst #teen!daughter #dad!spencer #spencer reid x reader #dad!spencer x teen!daughter #dr spencer reid #cm #criminal minds parents #emily prentiss

[notallwonder]

I watched CM s3ep4 "Children of the Dark" again.

Somehow, it only just now occurred to me to watch this episode with Declan in mind. I'm sure the writers had no clue about this facet of Emily's backstory when this episode was made. But it's fun to think about, and in the case of this episode it fits in pretty well.

Emily's urge to take in Carrie Ortiz, and her disgust about returning the other kids to their foster home, are that much more poignant.

Hotch's line about remaining objective in the job vs. Emily's "and I need to know I can be human" hits harder, or differently. All that she risked to get Declan out and keep him hidden, and later all that those actions would cost her... She did all that not only to save Declan, but also perhaps to hold on to her own humanity in a job that required her to sacrifice so much of herself. With or without Declan in mind, I love this convo with Hotch bc she is taking a risk, showing vulnerability, and then she tries not to give away too much more when it turns out Carrie's family showed up. We can practically see it hit Emily that maybe she *wanted* to take Carrie in more than she realized. Not just for Carrie's sake, but for herself too.

I wonder, did she ever let herself think of Declan as her own son, either undercover or after? Did she ruthlessly compartmentalize away that maternal instinct and tell herself she did all that for Declan merely because it was the right thing to do? Maybe "maternal instinct" isn't quite right, but certainly a protective emotional attachment - maybe more of a need to provide the kind of protection and love she didn't get as a child.

I wonder how much the rest of JTF-12 knew about Declan (I can't remember if that comes up later). Did they have anything to do with getting Declan to America? Did Emily orchestrate that all by herself? They had to have helped. Did Emily have to hide her feelings away even from them, to further protect Declan from becoming a pawn?...and/or to protect her "objectivity"/detachment from being called into question?

This apparent dichotomy between "objectivity" and "humanity" is fucked up in general, and especially so considering the deep cover situation Emily was in as Lauren. I've never been sold on the idea that Emily as Lauren actually loved Ian Doyle, but perhaps if you're in that dangerous a situation you do have to believe what you're selling, at a certain level. She kept that gimlet ring necklace. Maybe only because the writers needed a tangible clue for the team to make inferences about the nature of her relationship with Doyle? Maybe not?

This exchange with Hotch shows how far she's come since "Revelations" in terms of relaxing that compartmentalization a bit and trusting her team. But it could also function as a marker of how far removed Emily is now from her days at JTF-12, how much safer (?) or more *herself* she feels.

And then my favorite moment: at the end of the episode, on the jet, with JJ.

It's no stretch to imagine Emily thinking of Declan as well as Carrie as she looks out the window - both children she is unable to care for directly, but whom she nonetheless did what she could to protect, from a distance. I like the extra layer Declan adds to this scene. I like that JJ sees and affirms Emily's need to be human, her moment of vulnerability. I love the way this episode rewards Emily's tenderness rather than punishes it. Emily's little "...yeah?" in response to JJ always gets me - again, Emily lets herself *want* to love and care for someone. It's not just a fantasy she has to lock away behind a facade of unperturbed mission-oriented objectivity.

Whew y'all, I'm never going to be over that exchange on the jet. The way JJ looks at Emily............♥️.

#emily prentiss #some thinky thoughts #not sure how coherent this is but i don't care and I'm hungry #anyway no surprise i love Emily Prentiss an awful lot #i didn't even get into anything about her abortion or her parents lol #also i feel like this desire to have kids gets lost as the show goes on though I'm not sure when #i appreciate they don't make it the centerpiece of Emily's character (like they kinda did with JJ!) and it remains a private thing for her #does this count as meta?

[fandomtravelers]

Friends that become family

Summary :

A group of criminal profilers who work for the FBI and the family they found/made along the way.

Or in other words oneshots/Drabbles of the BAU team being one big family because I’m obsessed. Mostly Emily Prentiss centric

#Emily Prentiss & Spencer Reid #The BAU Team & Emily Prentiss #emily prentiss #bau team #spencer reid #bau team as family #Emily Prentiss-Centric #Aaron Hotchner is the BAU Team's Parent #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fic #fanfic