Fandom: Criminal Minds
Disclaimer: not mine.. wish they're willing to swap with my turtles
Author's note: I'm sorry for the delay. I'm having family emergency and lately I don't really feel like writing. Besides, I used to think this story was a good idea. Not so sure anymore. Please tell me what you think.
Thank you: For Ex, my lovely beta. I owe you the world.
Okay, here we go...
“Now I am weary and I can no longer tell Good from Evil, and I need someone to show me the way.”
Location: FBI: BAU
Time: 02:30 pm
JJ cracked her eyes open and saw that Hotch was covering her with his coat. She didn’t realize how long she had been asleep – she felt a little guilty for being able to sleep in such a situation. She was exhausted. The emotional outburst she had had with Elizabeth Prentiss and the false lead they had pursued earlier this morning had drained her energy to the lowest limit. But that was not her reason for taking a break from finding Emily. She gritted her teeth as she remembered what had happened.
At around eight in the morning Ambassador Elizabeth Prentiss walked into the bullpen as if she owned the building. She demanded to see Hotch without addressing anyone else in the office. The team had been working tirelessly on finding Emily since they had found out about her kidnapping and having someone like Elizabeth Prentiss interfering with the case was the last thing they needed.
“Where is my daughter?” were her first words upon seeing Hotch. “I demand an explanation. I was called earlier by Section Chief Erin Strauss from a very important meeting; she told me that my daughter was missing. Such a silly word, isn’t it,” The woman ranted, making a disgusted expression as she went on, “since she was taken from the FBI building?”
“Ambassador, if you would please come with me to our briefing room, I’ll explain the situation to you,” Hotch remained calm the entire time and he addressed the woman with a politeness she did not deserve.
Elizabeth Prentiss scoffed, “Situation? Just tell me who took her and I’ll handle him myself – what does this man want if not money?”
Before Hotch could say anything, Rossi cut in. “Look, Ma’am. Believe me, if you haven’t received any ransom notes by now, your money is the last thing they want,” he said. “And we won’t get anywhere with your attitude, so if you don’t want to listen to what we have to say, you may leave and don’t waste our time. Emily needs us.”
The woman in front of them bewilderedly looked at Rossi but she didn’t say anything. Rossi was senior enough to get away with such rudeness, even to an ambassador. She followed the two men to the briefing room.
Hotch tried to explain what they thought had happened as briefly as possible. He, too, didn’t want to spend too much time with nonsense talk and debating. But Elizabeth Prentiss only made a harsh comment about how Hotch could not do his job. She mentioned Emily once – when she said that her daughter had made the biggest mistake of her life in joining the BAU. JJ lost it right there. Just before the Ambassador walked out of the door, JJ stood up and started to fire words at her.
“How could you say that about your own daughter? What kind of mother are you? Don’t you worry about the person you keep on calling ‘your daughter’? ‘Your daughter’ has a name; do you even remember her name?” JJ said, half yelling. She was so angry and she felt hurt on Emily’s behalf. How could such a sweet person have this monster as a mother? It was a miracle Emily didn’t fall apart as a child. “You didn’t even ask us if she’s in great danger! Is that what you call being a mother?”
Never in her life had Elizabeth Prentiss been treated like she had been now. She turned around; her eyes meeting up with a pair of very angry blue eyes. Her icy brown eyes locked with JJ’s blue ones but her words were directed to Hotch. “Agent Hotchner, would you mind telling your agent here that I do not tolerate her impoliteness? I will make sure that this is reported to the Section Chief and the Assistant Director. And Agent, I will be waiting for a public apology as soon as this... situation is dealt with.” With that, she left the room.
JJ waited for either Hotch or Rossi to reprimand her; and for Morgan to give her a disapproving look. But she got none. Morgan patted her on the shoulder instead and Hotch gave her an encouraging smile. They shared the same feelings – and they were happy that JJ had been brave enough to give the other woman a piece of her mind.
Soon after the Ambassador left, Garcia said she might have found something; a possible address. They hurried there, hoping to find Emily and catch the Unsub. The raid was in vain. They found the van that was used to take Emily from the Federal parking area, but the vehicle had been cleaned. They found only some unrelated small fingerprint, on the back door of the van. Some children may have been playing around the neighborhood and somehow touched the car.
The team came back frustrated, tired and worried. JJ had had enough. She excused herself and went to her own office. JJ did not cry – at least not openly. She shed a few drops of tears before she fell asleep on the sofa in her office.
“How long have I been asleep?” JJ asked groggily, sitting up. “What time is it? Any news? What did I ...”
Hotch smiled at her reassuringly. “JJ,” he cut off her ramble. “It’s okay. You didn’t sleep long and you needed the rest.” The tall man calmed her. He took a seat in front of the young agent and sighed. JJ did not look well. He knew that this case had taken a toll on everyone, but he knew that it hit JJ the hardest. He had some ideas why, but he pushed the thoughts away. “How are you holding up?” he asked.
JJ shook her head tiredly. “It’s not me we should be worried about, Hotch,” she replied. She started to feel the urge to cry building inside her and she held back the tears. “And I should be working instead of sleeping. Emily... she needs us to work hard for her.”
“And she needs you to be well rested in order to focus on saving her, JJ,” replied the unit chief. He squeezed JJ’s hand. “We’re going to get her back. I promise.” Hotch stood up and walked out of the office. Then at the door he turned back and asked the question that had been in his mind for some time. “JJ, I know this is not the right time... I just wanted to know something... what does Emily mean to you?”
To his surprise, JJ answered quickly, without even blinking. “She means the world to me, Hotch. And she’s not only just a friend. She’s my family.” The blonde eyes locked with Hotch’s. Somehow JJ didn’t find Hotch’s question odd. “And I’d do anything to get her back to me.”
The unit chief nodded, a small smile appeared on his face before a frown replaced it. JJ didn’t seem to notice – the young woman was already busy with her own thoughts. Hotch sighed as he left JJ’s office, closing the door behind him. He didn’t want to think about the worst but he had to think about every possibility. Emily Prentiss, where are you? he thought. Please hold on a little longer, we’ll get you back!
Time: 05:00 pm
“JJ?” Emily called out. She felt so light and happy for a reason she could not explain. She smiled as she saw the blonde approach her and smile. Emily tried to touch her, but somehow she couldn’t move her hand. She frowned and she tried again – no luck. She yanked at her hand harder – but it felt glued to her side. “JJ?”
JJ laughed and started to walk away. She didn’t say anything but she kept smiling at Emily and Emily felt her heart flutter. “Don’t go,” Emily said. She wanted to follow the beautiful blonde but somehow she couldn’t move her legs and feet. “JJ, wait!” she called out. “Wait up! I can’t move, JJ!”
Emily saw that JJ had stopped not far from where she was but somehow she looked blurry. Emily blinked hard and shook her head but the image didn’t become clearer. JJ didn’t come closer.
“Everything is going to be okay, Emily,” JJ said in a low whisper that made Emily shivered with fear. It was not JJ’s voice at all. She watched as the woman in front of her started to fade away; she stared in panic as the warm surroundings around her disappeared.
She began to smell the foul odor of the room and she felt the dampness around her. She began to feel the aching and the burning sensation in her body. Emily gasped. No, no, no! I don’t want to be here! Wake up Emily, wake up!
Emily flinched as she felt a hand, cold as ice touched her bare thigh. “You’re awake,” it stated. “It’s okay, Emily. I’m taking care of you,” the whisper was soft. Emily didn’t move when the hand travelled up to the side of her hip – she would not give this monster the satisfaction. She didn’t move when she felt something sharp piercing her skin – another needle. “You’ll feel better soon, Emily. We’re taking care of you, aren’t we, Lucy?”
A small voice answered somewhere in the dark, startling Emily’s already hazy mind, “Yes.” This time Emily struggled to remain conscious although her effort failed. A child! There is a child in here! was her last thought before she gave in to the bliss where a pair of welcoming blue eyes were waiting for her.
Little did she know that she keep repeating the same name over and over again in her unconscious state, and little did she know that every single time she mentioned the name a cut was made on her skin.
“Jennifer,” Emily whispered unconsciously. She didn’t feel the cut, she didn’t feel the slap on her face and she didn’t hear the whimper of the little girl called Lucy from the corner of the room every time the beating began.
Emily was lost in her own haven.
“Truth hurts – not the searching after; the running from.”-John Eyberg-
a/n: what do you think? should I continue?