Hotch/Prentiss
It was an unusual cold night for an early-Autumn night. The leaves had just began to change from delicate green, to beautiful goldens, reds, and oranges. The air was crisp, and clean, a fresh scent to it, as the brunette trudged through the leaf-littered sidewalk. She hadn’t a clue as to where she was going, or how far she had walked, or even how long she had been walking. She just needed to feel again, to get away for a bit. She needed to feel the cold of the air, the sting of it as it whipped against her bare cheeks, the ache in her legs as she continued on, losing her mind slowly. Or perhaps it was already gone. Her destination was unknown, and unset. So unlike her. Emily Prentiss was one to always have a plan in set. A plan for everything. She was even OCD about it. Ever since she was younger.
She marched forward, blinking in the darkness of the city, the cold beginning to sting at her eyes and cause them to water. Her nose was running, but she didn’t care. She continued on. She finally found herself walking towards the fountain by the National Art Museum. She wiped her nose on her sleeve as a cough shook her body, the cold beginning to burn her chest. It had been another torturous night with her mother. Ambassador Prentiss had held, once again, another gala. One that Emily couldn’t refuse, even if she had wanted to. She had just gone through a rough break up with her boy-friend, and now, a day later, Elizabeth Prentiss was forcing her only daughter to dance with potential suiters, and someday marry and raise a family, as she followed in her mother’s foot-steps.
Emily sighed and rested her head in her hands. She glanced down at her aching feet, removing her expensive, strappy-heels, and peering over the side of the fountain. She looked into the crystal water of the spouting fountain, beautiful as ever. She closed her eyes and blinked, a reflection appearing in the water. A dark face, sad, with dark pained eyes, lipstick smudged, and hair in a messy, loose up-do. Her. She lifted up the edges of her long flowing dress, and dipped her feet into the icy cold water. Instantly she shivered, but ignored it. Oddly, it felt good against her skin. Comforting.
The disheveled brunette beauty sighed softly, and bit her lip. No doubt, soon enough, someone would come looking for her, under her mother’s orders. After being groped by two men, and flirted on by others, she had run away from the party. She snuck out, hoping no one had seen her leaving her own mother’s gala. The brunette sucked in a shaky breath, and released the hem of her dress, letting the tips of the blood red fabric soak into the dark water. She closed her eyes, and wrapped her arms around her body as she began to listen to the music of the night, getting enveloped in her thoughts. She was so concentrated on her thoughts, she hadn’t even heard him approach.
