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Title: Cross Examinations

Pairings: Emily Prentiss x Lawyer!Reader

Summary: Emily is the Unit Chief and Reader is a defense attorney the BAU can’t seem to shake.

Warnings: Mature language, sexual tension, and suggestive content.

MEN & MINORS DNI: 18+ ONLY

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Emily Prentiss didn’t dislike you.

She loathed you.

Or at least, that’s what she told herself every time you strutted into the bullpen like you were walking a goddamn runway.

Today was no different.

Black pencil skirt. Silk blouse in a shade of green that made your skin glow. Designer heels that probably cost more than one of her team’s monthly rent. And perfume, of course you wore perfume. Jasmine, maybe. Bergamot. Something soft and slow burning, like the kind of flame that couldn’t be put out with water.

She knew the second you stepped off the elevator.

“Chief Prentiss,” you said with that voice… velvety, slightly amused. A lawyer’s voice, calculated and polished, but never lacking heat. “Nice to see you haven’t lost your affinity for the color black.”

“Don’t you have a courtroom to haunt?” Emily muttered, eyes not even rising from her paperwork.

But your heels clicked closer.

She looked up anyway.

Mistake.

Your lips curled, not quite a smirk, not quite a smile, as you took in the sight of her behind her desk. You always looked at her like she was a riddle you’d already solved but were still amused by.

“I’m here for the Hayes case. You’re trying to pin him for the Utah bodies now, hmm?” You took a seat across from her without asking, legs crossing deliberately. She tried not to stare, but you made it difficult, everything about you was deliberate.

“He killed three women,” Emily snapped.

“You have no physical evidence.”

You leaned forward, resting your elbow on the armrest, chin in your palm. “But I do admire your commitment to assumptions.”

“You admire a lot of things from that side of the courtroom,” Emily said, a muscle ticking in her jaw.

“Oh, I do,” you said sweetly, eyes trailing across her face with the kind of look that was halfway between flirtation and challenge. “But none of them are assumptions.”

Emily hated that your words made her shift in her seat. Just slightly. Subconsciously. Like she needed space from you and your… goddamn skirt.

And your thighs.

And the flash of red soles she hadn’t meant to look at.

“I assume you’re here to get under my skin,” she said flatly.

You smiled. “I don’t need to try, Chief. That’s just a happy side effect.”

⸻

Hotch used to say control the room, or the room controls you.

Emily was the room. Had been for years.

Except when you were in it.

You’d started showing up more and more, representing slippery clients with just enough reasonable doubt to ruin months of investigation. Even Garcia muttered your name with a kind of reverence that bordered on distaste. (“She’s like a sexy Slytherin,” she whispered once. “If the Sorting Hat was a pair of stilettos.”)

The team barely tolerated your presence. Emily pretended she didn’t count the days since you’d last been in the office.

Three.

You returned on the fourth.

⸻

“You know you have a type, right?”

You were leaning against the wall near the coffee machine like it was a bar. Emily hadn’t even noticed you walk up, too focused on her tablet.

She glanced over. “What the hell are you talking about?”

You took a sip from your obnoxiously oversized latte, the red on your lips not smudging a single bit. “Murderers. You’re attracted to them.”

Emily blinked.

You winked. “Which explains why I fascinate you.”

Emily gave you a dead stare. “You’re not a murderer.”

“Oh, but I am criminally attractive.” Another sip. “And you’ve been looking at my ass since I got here.”

Emily’s throat tightened.

“I have not,” she bit out.

You leaned in, your perfume making her eyelids flutter. “You have. Every time I walk away. I hear the pause in your breath.”

Emily stared at you, inches between your faces. “You’re full of yourself.”

“And you’re full of unresolved tension,” you said, brushing past her to throw away your cup.

Her eyes, traitorous… followed the sway of your hips as you walked off.

Damn it.

⸻

That night, she dreamed about you. Again.

⸻

The next time you came in, Emily thought she was ready.

Wrong.

You wore red.

Tight fitting, sleeveless, bold. A dress that made it impossible not to look. Her jaw clenched as you walked toward her office, the team parting like the Red Sea. Morgan once called you a “weapon of mass distraction.” He wasn’t wrong.

“Got a minute, Chief?”

Emily hated how much her heart jumped at the sound of your voice.

Barely looking up, she gestured toward the chair. “Sit. Make it quick.”

You sat, crossed your legs again, and she had to look at the desk instead of your knees.

“I wanted to go over the forensic report. You know, the one that’s about to collapse your entire case?” Your voice was lilting, singsong. “Unless you’ve suddenly got a confession tucked under your blouse.”

Emily narrowed her eyes. “I could say the same about your morals.”

“Touché.”

The conversation dissolved into the usual verbal chess. Parry, jab, smirk. At one point you stood to leave, and Emily’s eyes, again betrayed her, skimming your hips.

“You know,” you said without turning around, “it wouldn’t kill you to admit you like me.”

“I don’t,” Emily said sharply.

You turned your head, lips gleaming. “Sure. That’s why you look like you want to throw me on your desk every time I sit across from it.”

Emily stood so quickly her chair skidded back. “That’s enough…”

You were in front of her in two steps, eyes glinting, voice low and warm. “You think you hate me because I argue with you. But it’s not the arguments keeping you up at night.”

Emily’s eyes dropped to your lips. God help her.

Your fingers brushed her wrist. Light. Curious.

Then…

Knock knock.

Rossi poked his head in. “Emily? You wanted the updated notes on the Hayes interviews…”

His eyes flicked to you. “Oh. Sorry to interrupt.”

You straightened. Emily took a step back so fast she nearly knocked into her desk.

“Not at all,” you purred. “We were just… cross examining.”

Rossi raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

You gave Emily a look over your shoulder, something unholy, knowing, and sinful all at once. “Later, Chief.”

And just like that, you were gone.

Leaving behind the scent of danger and damnation.

⸻

Emily didn’t sleep that night.

And when she did, it was restless, soaked in heat and silk and red lipstick.

⸻

She cornered you a week later.

You were standing outside the courthouse, sunglasses on, wind tousling your hair. Looking expensive. Impossibly smug.

“Chief Prentiss,” you said, unsurprised. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Do you ever stop performing?” she snapped.

You blinked, mock-offended. “You wound me.”

“I’m serious,” Emily hissed. “What the hell do you want from me?”

You took your sunglasses off slowly. The amusement in your eyes dimmed slightly, replaced by something deeper. “You think I’m playing with you.”

“Aren’t you?”

“No.” Your voice was low now. Dangerous in a different way. “I argue for a living. I don’t flirt with people I don’t want.”

Emily stared at you. The ground shifted under her feet.

“I think about you,” you added, stepping closer. “In your office. In your coat. In that ridiculous bulletproof vest.”

Emily’s breath caught.

You leaned in, lips inches from hers. “You’re not the only one who watches the other walk away.”

A beat.

Then another.

Emily didn’t kiss you.

But she didn’t walk away either.

She said your name.

Softly. Quietly. Like she wasn’t supposed to.

And you smiled.

“You don’t hate me,” you said gently, brushing a finger along her lapel. “You just don’t know what to do with me.”

She swallowed. “I’m your opposite.”

“No.” You leaned in, your lips just brushing her ear. “You’re just on the other side of the same fire.”

And then you walked away.

Red soles. Tight skirt. That perfume again.

Emily stood there far too long, pulse still racing.

Maybe she didn’t hate you after all.

Maybe the opposite of hate wasn’t love.

Maybe it was want.

And maybe, just maybe, she wanted you too much.

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AN: hey guys!! i know i was supposed to be working on some of the requests in my inbox, but i just couldn’t get emily and lawyer!reader out of my head 😭 the tension?? the banter????anywayyy let me know if you want a part 2 👀

also just a quick heads up that i’m super busy with exams right now, so i’m not sure when the next requests will be done 😓 some of them need a bit of editing too, so thank you for being patient with me!! ily <3

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