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Wrong Number

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Wrong Number (Part 1/?)

(Next Part)

Coworker!Emily Prentiss x Newbie!Fem!Reader

Smut

TW/CW: Mentions of nudity(just a tiny bit), alcohol consumption, nickname use(‘Ms. Prentiss’), age gap (13 years)

R/f/n - reader’s full name (first + last)

R/n/n - Reader's nicmake

Disclaimer: It's been a while since I wrote a full-blown imagine without writer’s block 😢 Emily’s age is 37, around season 3ish, and you are 24 (younger than Spencer by a year. I think he is 25 in season 3).

Ps: I had this wip in my notes since forever and I finally posted it. Lol. Also even though this season takes place in 06-07 ish, the phone that R/n uses is an iPhone. Lol.

Wc: 1.07k

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I grinned as I took one more picture. Then another, and two more, then the last one. Pictures of my body of course. I had been taking these pictures for myself every once in a while for personal reasons.

I know this was completely reckless since someone could find these pictures and my whole career would be down the toilet but it was still fun to do. I would take them and upload them to my disposable phone so that the pictures couldn’t be traced even if I deleted them.

But right now that plan was not so effective. I thought I uploaded the photos to my disposable phone number but it was sent to the wrong number. How did I accidentally send my nudes to the wrong number?! I frantically replied.

“I’m so sorry!! I didn’t mean to send this to you. Wrong number!!”

The receiver replied.

“No worries!! I know this must have been a mistake. I’ll delete this number and don’t worry about your pictures. I have no intentions of doing anything to them.”

“Thank you so much! Again, I am sorry about this.”

Now a stranger has ahold of photos of my naked body. For all, I know they could spread it all across the internet. How could I truly trust their word? They could have kept the photos to themselves.

What if they are a pervert?? I truly can not think properly right now. My mind was racing and I couldn’t keep my head straight after this mistake. But I have to move on from such an embarrassing experience.

I proceeded to delete their number and tried to forget about the entire situation. And with that, I continued my day as if nothing happened.

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I walked out of the elevator and was greeted by walk a blond hair woman. “Hi, I’m SSA Jennifer Jareau, communications liaison. Call me JJ. You must be R/F/n. Our new teammate. Chief Hotchner is waiting in his office. I'll take you to him." I willingly walked with JJ to the Chief's Office.

She took me through the bullpen and I saw a few people working at their desks with a few of them glancing at me. JJ knocked on his door, though it was already open, and said, "Hotch, Agent R/l/n" Grabbing his attention.

I walked into Agent Hotchner's office and sat my belongings on an empty chair. Hotch stands up and greets himself.

"Hello, Great to have you here R/l/n. I see you meet our liaison." Hotch says as he greets me with a warm shake on my hand. "It's a pleasure of meeting you. I can't wait to meet the team." I beamed. I had to give off the best first impression so they can think highly of me.

"Great! I'll show you where you will be working in the bullpen. I can take it from here JJ. " Hotch dismissed as JJ left while I grabbed my things. Hotch takes me to the bullpen and walks me to my assigned desk.

"Everyone I'd like you to meet our new team member. R/f/n." Everyone gets up from their desks and walks up towards me.

"This is Dr. Spence Reid, Agents Derek Morgan, and Emily Prentiss." I shook everyone's hands respectfully while hotch introduced them. "Nice to meet you. You'll enjoy it here working for the BAU."

Emily said as she smiled at me warmly. The brunette hair woman was quite the sight for sore eyes. Her features all so perfect. I know for a fact that she noticed me staring because she glanced at me, smirked, then looked away.

I felt butterflies flutter in my stomach as I cleared my throat. “I appreciate it,” I announced to everyone before going to my desk and unpacking. The rest of the day was getting started on paperwork as well as getting to know the team.

At that very moment, I realized that the day was already over. Everyone was starting to head out, including me. Derek approached my desk and asked, “Hey, we all are going out for drinks if you want to tag along.” I looked up from packing my bag before replying, “Sure! That would be great.” I slung my purse over my shoulder and walked with Derek out of the building.

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Everyone gathered in one section of the bar and was sipping on their drinks in their hands. I had been nursing on my club soda because I needed to be sober and head home after drinking. I let the fizzy drink dance around my straw as I twirled it between my fingers.

Starting a conversation Penelope Garcia, our tech analyst, questioned, “So, how do you like it here R/n?” I looked up from my drink while responding, “It's great I never imagined myself coming this far.” Everyone smiled at my answer.

“We are glad you enjoyed yourself here.” JJ finished. “I’m gonna get another club soda,” Emily spoke. I agreed and followed her to the bar.

We both sat down next to each other and waited for our sodas. “You okay? You haven't really said much l since we got here.” Emily questioned as she glanced at me sincerely. “Yeah, clubs aren't really my setting. I only really come for the drinks.”

I told the brunette, her chuckling at my response. The air was calm around us. “Are you nervous?” Emily asked. I looked up, my face feeling hot. “What do you mean?” Emily smirked at me, like when we first met in the bullpen. “You're picking at nails. It must be a nervous habit.”

“Oh,” I smiled nervously, “Yeah, I've been trying not to do it as often. It just happens.” I was truly intrigued by the older woman. Emily smiled softly before replying, “I think it's cute.” I glanced away before saying, “Thank you? No has said that before.”

Luckily our pops came just in time for me not to want to talk anymore. Emily and I talked for a little bit more before deciding to head back over to where to team was. Emily stopped me in my tracks before saying, "Tonight was fun. Why don't you give me a call sometime?" She handed me a piece of paper with her number on it.

"Uh. Thank you." The brunette winked then walked away knowing I would be looking at her rear end. I smiled to myself, looking at the paper.

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