The bull pen smelled like a deli, and it was all Reid's fault. He insisted on ordering and Italian sub for lunch, every day for the past week. With a small area, with little ventilation, it was as if the whole team was forced to have one. No matter how much Febreeze Emily sprayed, or threats gave him, the Doctor continued to be on this kick, which the rest of his team prayed would be over soon.
"Reid, I will pay you twenty bucks if you please order something different for lunch tomorrow," JJ tempted him.
He shook his head. "Your money can't bribe me from enjoying my italian culture."
Emily smirked, "I'm all about representing my Italian heritage, but not by corrupting the whole bull pen and torturing my coworkers...coworkers that carry guns."
Reid gulped, and looked down at his sub.
"I almost wish we had a case so that we wouldn't have to sit here anymore," Morgan grumbled, pacing the hall.
It had been an unusually quiet week for the team, full of paper work, research, and dealing with being on top of each other. Hotch had been holed up in his office for most of the week, trying to catch up with the massive amount of paper work Strauss had been on his ass to complete, so he had been in a more somber mood than usual.
It had just been one of those weeks that seemed to drag, Emily thought as she scrolled through her email, hoping something interesting would pop on the screen. Soon enough , the work day was over, much to everyone's relief.
Being that Emily's car was in the shop for a broken muffler, JJ had offered to give her ride home so she didn't have to endure riding the Metro. The autumn weather lingered in the air, and Emily smiled as she noticed the Halloween decorations throughout the neighborhood.
"I've always loved this season, it's the precursor of holiday season," JJ smiled, showing her excitement for the painted pumpkins.
Emily nodded, knowing quite well how much her co-worker and friend loved holiday season. For the past several years, Emily had endured holiday themed parties by the blonde liaison, and was forced to memorize holiday carols for holidays other than Christmas.
She was glad someone in her life appreciated the holidays, because if it was up to Emily, a holiday would just be another holiday. With her family estranged, she spent the majority of holidays with the team, or traveling.
But around the special occasions, a twinge of sadness always struck her, as she played the what-if game in her head. She knew it was a waste of time, and a mental mind fuck basically, but her mind always wandered to the spot if she had made different decisions.
"I see you're already dreaming of my pumpkin cider," JJ said, snapping Emily out of her thoughts. Emily smiled, appeasing the agent.
After thanking JJ, Emily hopped out of the car and walked up to her apartment. The freaking weekend, she muttered to herself, as she unlocked her door.
No sooner had she opened her door, her pocket began to vibrate. Looking at the unknown number, Emily hesitated, then answered the phone.
"Agent Prentiss," the deep voice asked over the phone.
"Speaking."
"My name is Doctor Lewis, from Union Memorial Hospital. I have a patient here with no identification, except your name, address and phone number," the man informed her.
Emily's stomach flipped, as her mind raced to possible people.
"Oh my God. Can you describe the person?" she asked.
"Well, if I had to say, she's in her late teens/early twenties, white, brown eyes and about 5'1. Ring any bells?' he asked.
Emily shook her head, "No not really, but I'll be right over," she said, as she hung up.
Calling JJ back to ask for her ride, Emily slipped her shoes back on and exited her apartment. For the life of her, she couldn't even begin to guess who this girl was.