Emily Prentiss

A Fanfic written par triciabyrne1978 on brewster_a_week on livejournal.com.
Spoilers for Demonology!

Emily wipes the blood from her nose and stares up at the church before her. This is the closest she's come to a church -- on her own when it wasn't Christmas ou Easter -- in years. She's hardly a devout Catholic anymore. She considers herself plus a woman of faith -- in what though, she's sometimes unsure.

Her feet slowly climb the steps, and she almost has to laugh at the irony of how royally fucked up this entire situation is. In large part, a priest jouer la comédie like an asshole twenty years il y a drove...

Written par Auraya-of-the-White.



Watching the Time

Emily brushed a strand of dark hair aside with the back of her hand. She rested her arms on her legs, leaning vers l'avant, vers l’avant in the hard, plastic chair. She stared intently at the prone man before her. His face displayed a false sense of calm, the tightly gripped lit sheet in his left hand revealing his inner turmoil.

Emily sighed lightly, careful not to wake the slumbering Hotch. Anyone who had been stabbed nine times would need their rest. She shook her head in disbelief, nine times! Foyet had precisely put Hotch through the same wounds he had self-inflicted...

A funny Emily oneshot written par caramel Tart on fanfiction.net.
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The team stopped shocked watching as an unknown woman had started to crazily hit Emily with her super sized handbag, the woman did look a little familiar to Aaron though he could not place her. They were on a case and had had to put Emily in an undercover role just to catch their UnSub; he liked call girls, tall, brunette, brown-eyed call girls. Emily fit the bill perfectly, a little too perfectly if toi asked Special Agent David Rossi, but it wasn’t like he could really protest...