A/N: Hello, another AU story, this one fixing what happened in 10x13 "Sparrow's Nest". It's set in the same universe as my story "Dependant" and although it's not needed to read it first I'd suggest you do. Elle is back in the BAU here and three years, she leads her own team part of which is Elle and Meave (yes she is alive for this), she and Hotch have build a strong friendship and overcame the issues they had in the past. Elle is married to Gideon and Hotch is married to Emily. EmilyxElle bonding. SEQUEL TO "HELLISH MORNING" AND "IT'S GIDEON"
Enjoy:)
Disclaimer: I don't own them...
~I know what it's like~
Emily could clearly see the steel façade of the woman next to her to start cracking and minute by minute crumbling to the ground. She had to admit she didn't know Elle Greenaway that good, not as good as Morgan, or Garcia, or J.J. did. Sure they knew each other for almost four years now but between cases and personal problems they didn't really had time to get close. And still as she sat next to her in the cold unwelcoming waiting room she couldn't deny the connection she felt with the other woman sitting right next to her.
"I know what you are feeling" she started, Elle chuckled "With all due respect Emily, I don't think you do."
"Six years back Aaron was stabbed nine times by the Boston reaper in our apartment, the first night in months that I wasn't there." Elle froze when she heard Emily, she knew that she and Hotch were married at the time of his attack but she never really asked more questions. She could read the report if she wanted to learn more, never did that either. She respected his privacy; he would tell her if he wanted, when he wanted. "We couldn't find him, for hours, I was planning of packing a few things, we were trying to move in together slowly, and I would go back at our place, but we got called away on a case before I could reach there. The reaper drove him to the hospital and dropped him off there. After hours and numerous calls that all went to voicemail I went home and… the door was unlocked and slightly open, there was a huge bullet hole on the wall, over our mini bar, blood on the carpet and broken grass next to the kitchen island. He was nowhere to be found. I had Garcia looking for him while I helped the CSU process the scene. He was alone with a psychopath, in the only place we ever felt safe. He was alone and that bastard took pleasure in torturing him." Elle reached next to her and took one of Emily's hands in hers.
"I read about the attack on the newspaper. Jason and I never called. We didn't want to intrude." She paused for a moment and she turned to Emily, locking her eyes to hers "Can you tell me then, how it feels, because I feel like dying. How do I survive.? How can we go back to this place if not to burn it down to the ground?"
A/N: Did you like it? Let me know :) I might write another sequel to this, I don't know. What do you say?