Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds
Pairing: Emma Frost/Emily Prentiss
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men or Criminal Minds. There will be a cameo by a character from another fandom as well. I, however, was not the first person to cross over these two fandoms, and am completely stealing the idea from Argentine's Jubilee and Fifty-Foot Janine. (Another fic which is hugely better than mine, and I consider to be basically canon).
Apologies: I meant to post more of this before i wandered off into Fake Empire territory, so it might be difficult to remember that this is 3 years earlier and picks up not long after 9 Crimes leaves off. There are no small children, and so fewer rainbows and puppies and more irritating adults.
I also don't know how the plot is going to unfold, but if i don't get comments i won't write it, so i suppose we'll find out together.
Summary: Emily's mother is dead, but her memory lives on, as does her desire to manipulate Emily's life away from serial killers and towards politics. But sometimes, serial killers and politicians are not that far removed.
Emma glanced up, catching sight of dark hair and blood red velvet. She stiffened, entirely ignoring the man trying to flirt with her (and wholly embarrassing himself) and looked. Eyes tracing down the nape of the woman’s neck, her straight narrow shoulders, the inward curve of her back.
Emily, turned, glanced up to see her and smiled with her whole face.
Swallowing, Emma tipped her head towards the hall and inquired with her eyebrows. Emily shrugged and nodded, so she made her (rather curt) apologies to the baron of corporate real estate who had been trying to arrange an assignation and ducked into the hallway, underneath the ornate swooping balustrades that supported the grand staircase.
Emily was waiting. Emma didn’t stop. She strode up to her, pushed her back against the wall (hands on the bare silk of her shoulders) and kissed her.
It had been too long. Too many nights spent listening to her voice, unable to reach out and take.
Emma kissed her until she was breathless. Then she released her mouth, but kept her shoulders clasped tightly, her thumb rubbing against the still reddened roughness of scar tissue.
Emily looked up at her, eyes glazed, lips swollen, and smiled. “Hi?”
Emma leaned her forehead against the other woman’s and let herself grin. “Hello.” Her voice came out in a growl.
Emily’s hands slid around her waist and she reeled her in, burying her face in her shoulder and holding her tightly. “It's so good to see you.”
It was even better to touch, thought Emma. The pad of her thumb rubbed against her cheek, and she lifted her chin to kiss her again.
“Well, well Emma. It seems as if there’s something you haven’t been telling me.”
Emma glanced up and grinned, tangling her fingers protectively in Emily’s. “Hello Tony,” she drawled out. “And when exactly have I told you anything about my personal life?”
“Oh, that hurts, Emma. I thought we were friends.” The man stroked his devilish beard and a rumble of laughter was in his voice as he spoke.
Emma rolled her eyes. “Unlikely.”
“You aren’t going to introduce me?”
Emma glanced from Tony to Emily, frowning. “I suppose. Tony, meet Agent Emily Prentiss, from the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Emily, this is Tony Stark: alcoholic, megalomaniac, and the richest man on earth.”
Tony smiled and bowed, taking Emily’s hand to kiss it. “You forgot to mention lowly sapiens.”
“That’s something you have in common.”
Tony straightened and dropped his jaw in feigned shock and offense. “What? You mean all those times you rejected me because it would be degrading to be seen with a human, you were lying?”
“I was trying to protect your self-esteem. It was actually because you were too ugly.”
Tony laughed. “Oh no, I’m wounded to the core!” He turned back to Emily and smiled disarmingly. “Prentiss? Any connection to…”
“I met her once, well, more than that. She was… an interesting woman. Well spoken. More thoughtful and considered in her opinions than most presidential speechwriters. I am truly sorry for our loss.”
Emily tipped her head. ‘Our loss’ that was interesting. “Thank you,” she said. “It’s always nice to know someone who knew a part of her that I didn’t.”
His eyebrows lifted slightly at her words and the way she said them. There was a call from inside the ballroom, a large man in a tuxedo waved towards them, and Emily started in surprise. “Oh, I should…”
She slipped back towards the party, and Emma moved to follow her. Tony caught her arm.
“Really?” he said, leaning close into her face. “Law enforcement, Emma? Does she know about you?”
Emma jerked her arm out of his grasp. “More than you. More than anyone besides… Jean Grey, the crazy bitch.”
“A human and a Fed. You had better be playing games Emma. If you’ve fallen for her… there are some people who aren’t going to be very happy. And most of them are here.”
* * *
“Now this is strange. Look at these reports. On at least half of them the same person is mentioned as a witness or one of the first on the scene.”
“What? Who?” Morgan peered over Reid’s shoulder.
Garcia grinned at the scene on her monitor. It was always fun to watch them work. And the surveillance helped her reputation as a goddess. She started hacking into the Interpol database for one of the other jobs she was assigned. It required four entry points and twelve different series of code to be submitted at once. They had fewer qualms about hiring mutants, and their security benefited because of it.
Garcia froze. The program crashed, and a swarm of spider pursuers charged after her to find her location.
She hurriedly set up an extra router and led her pursuers on a merry chase, taking one out whenever she had the opportunity. It was absorbing, but she couldn’t completely repress the niggling fear that she might have to admit some of her less than legal extra-curricular activities, or not see justice done.
* * *
“Emily! It’s so lovely to see you!”
It had been a long time since she had seen her uncle Edward, more than ten years, she thought. She had cut ties with her mother’s social circle when she left the Ukraine for college in Germany, and when she joined the FBI her mother had stopped inviting her back.
He looked the same, a few more lines around his eyes, a new, slightly swollen curl of flesh under his chin. His complexion was poor and she wondered whether he was having trouble with his diabetes.
“It’s great to see you too.”
He was her grandmother’s much younger brother, only six years older than her mother, and the only mutant in their family. There was some question about his parentage because of that, and he was written out of his father’s will. But he had become a very successful businessman in his own right. His mutation was an extraordinary power of hearing, and he was also an accomplished musician.
Emily’s father hadn’t liked him. He always said he was ‘unscrupulous,’ but to her mother he was the young uncle who passed out fifty-dollar bills at family parties, and she often sided with him. He had been one of the stress points that had led to their separation.
“You look so much like your mother!” Emily tried not to cringe. “I couldn’t believe it when I heard. I couldn’t believe any of it! What madness, horrible, horrible madness.”
“It was… one of the worst things I’ve seen.”
He looked at her, his eyes sad and his mustache bristling pensively. “Yes… I had forgotten your work. Your mother told me about the sacrifice you’ve made. She was unhappy, but I was impressed at your commitment to society.”
Emily chucked at the very ‘politician’ comment. “It feels worthwhile,” she replied, playing along.
“Good, good. But what of your future ambitions? You surely can’t be planning on staying there your entire life?”
Emily gaped. “I- I just moved into the department I wanted. I haven’t… really been thinking beyond that.”
“Oh yes, the serial killing one. You mother… was not particularly pleased.”
Emily laughed quietly. That was a bit of an understatement. “It's what I wanted.”
He patted her shoulder. “I understand. You really get to use your intelligence there.” He tapped her forehead as if she were four. “All your skills. And what’s your position for advancement?”
“I like my job. I’m not really interested in going back to paperwork.”
He sighed. “I understand. The boys will be disappointed, but they will adjust.”
Suddenly none of this felt as innocuous as before. “The boys?”
“Let me introduce you around. I have friends who are just dying to meet Elizabeth’s daughter.”
* * *
“Garcia, can you pull up any information on Janine Kishi of Sacramento?”
“The goddess is at your service.” It wasn’t as easy to be charming as usual. She had the files already saved to her fire-walled hard drive. All she had to do was hit print.
“That name is really familiar,” said Reid. “There was an article, I only saw the headline…” He flipped back. “Junior state senator from California.”
The first sheet popped out. It was the same article.
Rossi frowned. “A mutant.”
Reid devoured the article in a moment. “Wow. If I were fifteen again, she would be my role model.”
“What? Seriously man.” Morgan looked at the photo of the well-pressed Asian girl. “She looks about fifteen.”
“Hell, at least she’s legal.”
“Her mutation’s intelligence. She graduated high school at sixteen, started her own business, and then got a BA and an MA in political science and policy. She ran for state senate as an open mutant. Only about 3 others have ever done that on the state level, and only one won.”
Morgan rolled his eyes. “She does sound a lot like you.”
“I’d love to meet her.”
“Hold it,” cut in Rossi. “She’s not just some celebrity. She could be our unsub.”
Reid and Morgan exchanged a glance. “Are you thinking frame?”
“Slow down, boys,” said Hotch. “Lets keep an eye on the facts.”
* * *
Emma, just about to tell Tony where he could shove his theories, choked on her venom and turned in time to be attacked by a spiky-haired yellow tornado. Jubilee threw her arms around her and gave her a kamikaze hug before ducking away and getting out of range of physical retaliation.
“I didn’t know you’d be here!”
“Jubilee?” Emma stared at the girl, who cocked her head and examined her ex-teacher with a frank stare.
“You look good. Not vastly aged.”
Tony guffawed, and Emma pressed her fingers to her forehead, feeling the headache she was accustomed to in the presence of Jubilation Lee return.
“And you are still wearing that yellow coat.”
Jubilee spun so the glaringly yellow duster flared. “It's a new one, actually. But you can’t argue with style.”
Jubilee laughed at her sarcasm and wrinkled her nose in consternation. “I think I missed you. That is really… really incredibly unnerving. Let’s forget I ever said that, okay?”
* * *