The Plan

The Outcome

The car ride to Emily's was quiet to begin with, both of you nervous about what is about to happen. Emily places her hand on your thigh while she is driving, which only makes you more nervous. The nervousness had started to sober you up, a thousand and one thoughts zooming through your head.

Is this the best thing to do? Am I too drunk to make good decisions? No surely not, I don't feel that drunk? But then Emily said I am too drunk to drive. Could this be the worst thing to do? Is this going to be one big horrible mistake that'll backfire on you both? After all, Rossi did tell me to be good to her. So he must know we're going home together. Does the whole team know? I can't sleep with her and then decide to ghost her. I've had that happen to me before plenty of times and I don't  want Emily to feel the way that I've done. The team must know Emily isn't just driving me home- they're all profilers for fucks sake. They would've seen right through me! Oh god I want to throw up, I'm so nervous. 

You have so many questions going through your mind you feel like you're going insane.

"Are we doing the right thing?" You blurt out without thinking, Emily looks at you from the corner of her eye as she continues to drive.

"What do you mean?" She asks, faking ignorance.

"You know what I mean. Is us sleeping together the right thing to do?" Emily stops at a red light, turning to look at you. The street lights illuminate her perfectly. This isn't fair.

"I'm not asking you to run away with me, Y/N. We're only going back to mine. If you don't want to sleep together that's fine. I just want to make sure you get home okay." She states, squeezing your thigh for reassurance.

"I know. But I don't want you thinking you're taking advantage of me if we do sleep together. I'm not drunk. I know what I'm doing." You trail off, uttering the last few words. The light goes green and Emily drives off.

"I don't sleep with any person I see. I've been hurt too many times for that." She states, taking you by surprise.

"I was never insinuating that you did I-"

"I know you weren't. I trust you. You're the only person I've felt comfortable around since Doyle." She admits. You feel your heart break even at the mentioning of his name. Garcia had told you when you first met Emily what had happened between them, as you sensed something big had happened to her with how guarded she was...that and Garcia slyly joked about her death one time. So for Emily to admit something like that to you...you know she has thought this through.

"Not even with Mark?" You Question.

"Mark didn't really know me, he was someone to keep my company while I was in London. It was rare if we talked about my past." You didn't know what to say after that, but feel awkward not saying anything. Emily absentmindedly strokes your thigh with her thumb, which doesn't help your racing mind.

"I'm sorry, Emily." The car falls into silence until you get to Emily's, shocked that she has still taken you to hers.

You get out of the car and Emily escorts you to her apartment door with her hand on the small of your back, reassuring you. You still don't know how to feel after the conversation in the car. But you are now stone cold sober.

Emily unlocks her apartment door and leads you in. You're still surprised at the contact between the both of you. She leads you through to the kitchen as she puts her keys on the side.

"Do you want something to drink? Tea?" She offers politely, like you hadn't agreed to come back to hers to have sex. Not that the sex was the reason you agreed, you would happily chat to Emily for Hours. But the slight promise of sex had you nervous with anticipation.