𝖤𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗌
@ssaemilyprentiss.bsky.social
𝖥𝖡𝖨’𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍 (𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈)
“𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧”
“𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧”
Pinned
“𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝘁.” — 𝖲𝖲𝖠 𝖤𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗌.
𝗠𝗗𝗡𝗜.
𝗖𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗔𝗨.
𝗠𝗩 / 𝗠𝗦.
𝗠𝗗𝗡𝗜.
𝗖𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗔𝗨.
𝗠𝗩 / 𝗠𝗦.
Work is really beating me up lately, damn.
May 17, 2025 at 7:53 AM
Work is really beating me up lately, damn.
Just finished my first coffee of the day, I couldn’t be more ready for work.
May 8, 2025 at 11:48 AM
Just finished my first coffee of the day, I couldn’t be more ready for work.
Almost burnt my kitchen trying to make pasta. This is why I DoorDash.
May 8, 2025 at 1:21 AM
Almost burnt my kitchen trying to make pasta. This is why I DoorDash.
My headache and stomach ache are hosting a ‘let’s ruin Prentiss day’ party, and I was not invited.
May 4, 2025 at 12:14 AM
My headache and stomach ache are hosting a ‘let’s ruin Prentiss day’ party, and I was not invited.
Then we’re officially in negotiations. What’s your price? I’ve got clearance and a killer headache.
What an offer to make. I do have an aspirin.
I’d trade state secrets for an aspirin right now.
May 3, 2025 at 6:07 PM
Then we’re officially in negotiations. What’s your price? I’ve got clearance and a killer headache.
I’d trade state secrets for an aspirin right now.
May 3, 2025 at 12:27 PM
I’d trade state secrets for an aspirin right now.
By ‘going pretty well’ I mean that I’m sitting on my couch with a glass of wine, watching a TV show with Sergio btw.
Took the day off from work today. I know, shocking. But it’s actually going pretty well so far. Who would’ve thought there’s more to life than fluorescent lights, case files, and chasing psychopaths?
May 1, 2025 at 8:30 PM
By ‘going pretty well’ I mean that I’m sitting on my couch with a glass of wine, watching a TV show with Sergio btw.
Took the day off from work today. I know, shocking. But it’s actually going pretty well so far. Who would’ve thought there’s more to life than fluorescent lights, case files, and chasing psychopaths?
May 1, 2025 at 8:27 PM
Took the day off from work today. I know, shocking. But it’s actually going pretty well so far. Who would’ve thought there’s more to life than fluorescent lights, case files, and chasing psychopaths?
sounds about right, I can’t really disagree with that.
maybe everything IS annoying?
why does everything annoy me lately.
April 26, 2025 at 10:30 AM
sounds about right, I can’t really disagree with that.
why does everything annoy me lately.
April 26, 2025 at 3:32 AM
why does everything annoy me lately.
Late nights, endless files, and a lot of thinking. Guess that’s the job.
April 20, 2025 at 4:00 AM
Late nights, endless files, and a lot of thinking. Guess that’s the job.
I’ve had coffee in +20 countries and nothing hits like BAU breakroom at 3AM with blood on your shirt and a case closed.
April 19, 2025 at 7:05 AM
I’ve had coffee in +20 countries and nothing hits like BAU breakroom at 3AM with blood on your shirt and a case closed.
“I just got really good at pretending—years undercover with Interpol will do that to you.”
She lifts her glass and nudges it gently toward his in a casual toast before taking a sip.
“Managing it and looking like I am? Two very different things.”
She lifts her glass and nudges it gently toward his in a casual toast before taking a sip.
“Managing it and looking like I am? Two very different things.”
Will laughs briefly, raising a hand to rub his face for a moment. He raises the glass a little.
"Something tells me you manage a little better than I do. Cheers."
He grins for a moment over the glass before taking another drink.
"Something tells me you manage a little better than I do. Cheers."
He grins for a moment over the glass before taking another drink.
“Of course we do. Misery loves company, right?” Emily arches a brow, pouring the wine into his glass with a small smirk tugging at her lips.
“Here’s to high-functioning chaos.” Her tone is light, but her eyes linger on him for a beat longer, thoughtful beneath the humor.
“Here’s to high-functioning chaos.” Her tone is light, but her eyes linger on him for a beat longer, thoughtful beneath the humor.
April 15, 2025 at 12:59 AM
“I just got really good at pretending—years undercover with Interpol will do that to you.”
She lifts her glass and nudges it gently toward his in a casual toast before taking a sip.
“Managing it and looking like I am? Two very different things.”
She lifts her glass and nudges it gently toward his in a casual toast before taking a sip.
“Managing it and looking like I am? Two very different things.”
“Of course we do. Misery loves company, right?” Emily arches a brow, pouring the wine into his glass with a small smirk tugging at her lips.
“Here’s to high-functioning chaos.” Her tone is light, but her eyes linger on him for a beat longer, thoughtful beneath the humor.
“Here’s to high-functioning chaos.” Her tone is light, but her eyes linger on him for a beat longer, thoughtful beneath the humor.
"Ah, we have all of that in common," Will muses, raising the glass a little bit.
"Sure, I'll take another."
"Sure, I'll take another."
“Bold of you to think there’s much to tell.” she says, dry but not unkind. “I chase monsters for a living, sleep maybe three hours a night, and have a very committed relationship with caffeine.”
She picks up the bottle and gestures toward his glass with a slight tilt of her head.
“Another?”
She picks up the bottle and gestures toward his glass with a slight tilt of her head.
“Another?”
April 15, 2025 at 12:37 AM
“Of course we do. Misery loves company, right?” Emily arches a brow, pouring the wine into his glass with a small smirk tugging at her lips.
“Here’s to high-functioning chaos.” Her tone is light, but her eyes linger on him for a beat longer, thoughtful beneath the humor.
“Here’s to high-functioning chaos.” Her tone is light, but her eyes linger on him for a beat longer, thoughtful beneath the humor.
“Bold of you to think there’s much to tell.” she says, dry but not unkind. “I chase monsters for a living, sleep maybe three hours a night, and have a very committed relationship with caffeine.”
She picks up the bottle and gestures toward his glass with a slight tilt of her head.
“Another?”
She picks up the bottle and gestures toward his glass with a slight tilt of her head.
“Another?”
"He never fooled himself into thinking he was a good guy."
Will chuckles softly, thumb absently tracing the rim of the wine glass.
"Enough about me. Tell me about you."
Will chuckles softly, thumb absently tracing the rim of the wine glass.
"Enough about me. Tell me about you."
Emily studies him for a moment, her voice a little softer than usual.
“Believing you’re helping doesn’t mean you are. Sometimes it just means you think you’re the good guy.”
She leans back slightly, gaze steady.
“But I get it. It’s messy. You don’t have to explain it all, I’m not here to judge.”
“Believing you’re helping doesn’t mean you are. Sometimes it just means you think you’re the good guy.”
She leans back slightly, gaze steady.
“But I get it. It’s messy. You don’t have to explain it all, I’m not here to judge.”
April 14, 2025 at 11:58 PM
“Bold of you to think there’s much to tell.” she says, dry but not unkind. “I chase monsters for a living, sleep maybe three hours a night, and have a very committed relationship with caffeine.”
She picks up the bottle and gestures toward his glass with a slight tilt of her head.
“Another?”
She picks up the bottle and gestures toward his glass with a slight tilt of her head.
“Another?”
Emily studies him for a moment, her voice a little softer than usual.
“Believing you’re helping doesn’t mean you are. Sometimes it just means you think you’re the good guy.”
She leans back slightly, gaze steady.
“But I get it. It’s messy. You don’t have to explain it all, I’m not here to judge.”
“Believing you’re helping doesn’t mean you are. Sometimes it just means you think you’re the good guy.”
She leans back slightly, gaze steady.
“But I get it. It’s messy. You don’t have to explain it all, I’m not here to judge.”
"I think he believed he was helping me."
It's a complex relationship; these days, he's not really sure how to explain it. Too much had happened.
It's a complex relationship; these days, he's not really sure how to explain it. Too much had happened.
“Did he ever actually help you, or was surviving him the therapeutic part?”
Her voice is calm, almost casual, but there’s a flicker of something sharper underneath—concern, maybe, masked behind her usual sarcasm.
Her voice is calm, almost casual, but there’s a flicker of something sharper underneath—concern, maybe, masked behind her usual sarcasm.
April 14, 2025 at 11:34 PM
Emily studies him for a moment, her voice a little softer than usual.
“Believing you’re helping doesn’t mean you are. Sometimes it just means you think you’re the good guy.”
She leans back slightly, gaze steady.
“But I get it. It’s messy. You don’t have to explain it all, I’m not here to judge.”
“Believing you’re helping doesn’t mean you are. Sometimes it just means you think you’re the good guy.”
She leans back slightly, gaze steady.
“But I get it. It’s messy. You don’t have to explain it all, I’m not here to judge.”
“Did he ever actually help you, or was surviving him the therapeutic part?”
Her voice is calm, almost casual, but there’s a flicker of something sharper underneath—concern, maybe, masked behind her usual sarcasm.
Her voice is calm, almost casual, but there’s a flicker of something sharper underneath—concern, maybe, masked behind her usual sarcasm.
"I think in many ways, he was probably a great therapist. He just had his own end goals and things he found . . . Funny."
Will shrugs and finishes what's left in the glass in a single swallow, setting it down.
Will shrugs and finishes what's left in the glass in a single swallow, setting it down.
“Unconventional is one word for it.” she says with a smirk. “Most people leave therapy with a prescription, you left with trauma and stab wounds.”
She tilts her head, voice casual but edged with sarcasm.
“Remind me never to ask for a referral.”
She tilts her head, voice casual but edged with sarcasm.
“Remind me never to ask for a referral.”
April 14, 2025 at 11:19 PM
“Did he ever actually help you, or was surviving him the therapeutic part?”
Her voice is calm, almost casual, but there’s a flicker of something sharper underneath—concern, maybe, masked behind her usual sarcasm.
Her voice is calm, almost casual, but there’s a flicker of something sharper underneath—concern, maybe, masked behind her usual sarcasm.
“Unconventional is one word for it.” she says with a smirk. “Most people leave therapy with a prescription, you left with trauma and stab wounds.”
She tilts her head, voice casual but edged with sarcasm.
“Remind me never to ask for a referral.”
She tilts her head, voice casual but edged with sarcasm.
“Remind me never to ask for a referral.”
"I don't think the stabbing is usually part of the deal," Will notes with an amused snort of laughter. "I had an unconventional psychiatrist."
Emily lets out a low whistle, eyebrows raised.
“A friend and a therapist? That’s either really convenient or a total nightmare.”
She shifts in her seat.
“Honestly, stories like that are exactly why I avoid therapy. I prefer my emotional damage untouched by knives, thanks.”
“A friend and a therapist? That’s either really convenient or a total nightmare.”
She shifts in her seat.
“Honestly, stories like that are exactly why I avoid therapy. I prefer my emotional damage untouched by knives, thanks.”
April 14, 2025 at 12:00 PM
“Unconventional is one word for it.” she says with a smirk. “Most people leave therapy with a prescription, you left with trauma and stab wounds.”
She tilts her head, voice casual but edged with sarcasm.
“Remind me never to ask for a referral.”
She tilts her head, voice casual but edged with sarcasm.
“Remind me never to ask for a referral.”
“You should smile more.” Okay, let me go arrest someone real quick and get back to you.
April 14, 2025 at 3:31 AM
“You should smile more.” Okay, let me go arrest someone real quick and get back to you.
Emily lets out a low whistle, eyebrows raised.
“A friend and a therapist? That’s either really convenient or a total nightmare.”
She shifts in her seat.
“Honestly, stories like that are exactly why I avoid therapy. I prefer my emotional damage untouched by knives, thanks.”
“A friend and a therapist? That’s either really convenient or a total nightmare.”
She shifts in her seat.
“Honestly, stories like that are exactly why I avoid therapy. I prefer my emotional damage untouched by knives, thanks.”
"I didn't pay for any of my sessions with him, because he was also my friend."
There's such a strange dichotomy in how he talks about Hannibal Lecter now, considering everything.
He takes another sip of wine.
There's such a strange dichotomy in how he talks about Hannibal Lecter now, considering everything.
He takes another sip of wine.
The corner of her mouth twitches with disbelief.
“Your therapist did that? That’s got to be the worst breach of trust I’ve ever heard.”
There’s a beat of silence, not uncomfortable—just heavier. Then she leans in a little, voice softer.
“Please tell me you never paid for that session.”
“Your therapist did that? That’s got to be the worst breach of trust I’ve ever heard.”
There’s a beat of silence, not uncomfortable—just heavier. Then she leans in a little, voice softer.
“Please tell me you never paid for that session.”
April 13, 2025 at 10:02 PM
Emily lets out a low whistle, eyebrows raised.
“A friend and a therapist? That’s either really convenient or a total nightmare.”
She shifts in her seat.
“Honestly, stories like that are exactly why I avoid therapy. I prefer my emotional damage untouched by knives, thanks.”
“A friend and a therapist? That’s either really convenient or a total nightmare.”
She shifts in her seat.
“Honestly, stories like that are exactly why I avoid therapy. I prefer my emotional damage untouched by knives, thanks.”
The corner of her mouth twitches with disbelief.
“Your therapist did that? That’s got to be the worst breach of trust I’ve ever heard.”
There’s a beat of silence, not uncomfortable—just heavier. Then she leans in a little, voice softer.
“Please tell me you never paid for that session.”
“Your therapist did that? That’s got to be the worst breach of trust I’ve ever heard.”
There’s a beat of silence, not uncomfortable—just heavier. Then she leans in a little, voice softer.
“Please tell me you never paid for that session.”
"I was stabbed once when I was a homicide detective, and then my therapist cut my stomach open on his kitchen floor and left me to die."
Will smiles. It's thin and doesn't reach his eyes.
Will smiles. It's thin and doesn't reach his eyes.
Emily hums thoughtfully, resting her elbow on the table.
“Let’s start with the stab wounds. Feels a bit more… personal, don’t you think?”
Her tone is teasing, but there’s genuine interest behind her eyes.
“Let’s start with the stab wounds. Feels a bit more… personal, don’t you think?”
Her tone is teasing, but there’s genuine interest behind her eyes.
April 13, 2025 at 9:20 PM
The corner of her mouth twitches with disbelief.
“Your therapist did that? That’s got to be the worst breach of trust I’ve ever heard.”
There’s a beat of silence, not uncomfortable—just heavier. Then she leans in a little, voice softer.
“Please tell me you never paid for that session.”
“Your therapist did that? That’s got to be the worst breach of trust I’ve ever heard.”
There’s a beat of silence, not uncomfortable—just heavier. Then she leans in a little, voice softer.
“Please tell me you never paid for that session.”
Never doing this again btw, just felt generous today.
April 13, 2025 at 9:05 PM
Never doing this again btw, just felt generous today.
I heard is #seductivesunday over here :)
April 13, 2025 at 9:03 PM
I heard is #seductivesunday over here :)
Emily hums thoughtfully, resting her elbow on the table.
“Let’s start with the stab wounds. Feels a bit more… personal, don’t you think?”
Her tone is teasing, but there’s genuine interest behind her eyes.
“Let’s start with the stab wounds. Feels a bit more… personal, don’t you think?”
Her tone is teasing, but there’s genuine interest behind her eyes.
Will lowers his glass away from his lips and glances down at it. His expression shifts a little.
"Which one? The gunshots or the stab wounds?"
"Which one? The gunshots or the stab wounds?"
Emily grins, nodding in agreement.
“True, I guess the job does come with its share of . . . memorable moments. It’s kind of nice, though. Keeps life unpredictable.”
She leans in a little, her smile curious.
“I’d love to hear some of those stories of yours.”
“True, I guess the job does come with its share of . . . memorable moments. It’s kind of nice, though. Keeps life unpredictable.”
She leans in a little, her smile curious.
“I’d love to hear some of those stories of yours.”
April 13, 2025 at 8:55 PM
Emily hums thoughtfully, resting her elbow on the table.
“Let’s start with the stab wounds. Feels a bit more… personal, don’t you think?”
Her tone is teasing, but there’s genuine interest behind her eyes.
“Let’s start with the stab wounds. Feels a bit more… personal, don’t you think?”
Her tone is teasing, but there’s genuine interest behind her eyes.