A/N Okay, so I suddenly got super nervous about posting the first chapter of the sequel. I want it to be good you see? And the name for it... wow, my imagination is runninf low... so I will keep this title until I come up with a better one. Any suggestions?

Oh and I should probably tell you that this is the sequel for "From the moment I saw you" and I suggest that you read that one before this:)

Now, enjoy!:)


Chapter 1

She was tied up to the chair again, her daughters screaming from beside her. George was still unconscious in the bedroom while she was in Janey's room. This was just like before only this time Morgan and Hope were in there with her, each one a knife pressed against their throat. Emily wanted to scream, but she couldn't get out a sound. She started tugging against the duct tape that was restraining her wrists to the chair. Nothing happened. Panic slowly got a hold of her and with all her force she threw herself into Janey who fell to the floor with a pang. The little girl's shirt was turning into a crimson red and Emily suddenly found herself lose from all of her restrains. Instead of trying to get to her daughters, who still had knives pressed against their throats, she tried to stop the bleeding. That's when she heard them. Heavy steps coming their way and soon George stood in the doorway with the angriest expression she'd ever seen. No matter how much she tried to move she couldn't take one step. The reason why she couldn't move, she realized, was for the chain hanging from her ankle and nailing her to the floor. This time, though, it was only a couple of centimeters short. She glanced between her daughters and George and while her eyes were trained on the latter she found herself being crashed into the wall, chain gone and so were their clothes.

"Please don't..." she whispered, but he refused to listen and instead he thrust inside her.

She could hear the sound of laughter, children's laughter, only it wasn't the cute giggles. The laughter were definitely evil. Even Janey joined in on the laughter, her bloody body standing beside her while George was slamming into her. In the corner of her eyes she saw the blood. It was coming from the small frames lying totally butchered on the floor. Her tears were streaming down her cheeks while she was banging her fists on the man's chest.

"You son of a bitch!" she screamed at him and ran towards her kids.

As she ran to the kids her clothes was on again ready to get a crimson color from her children's mess of a body.

"Noooo!" she was screaming at the top of her lunges.

She held both her girls tight to her chest listening to the evil sound of laughter echoed through the room.


Emily jerked awake. She wasn't sure if her own screaming had awoken her or if it was the man staring worriedly at her from the other side of the bed. Her heart was still beating rapidly and she couldn't get it to slow down. It had seemed so real. They had died and George had still been alive. She turned her head away from Morgan ashamed about waking him. It had been like that for awhile. She lived at Morgan's place, since they had sold hers and because the doctors had suggested that someone should take care of her and make sure that she ate. In the beginning Emily had been sleeping in the quest room and Morgan in the master bedroom, but when Morgan would wake up every night from her screams and when Emily was too scared to let him go back he had decided for her to sleep in his bed. She had agreed because she felt much safer with him by her side. The nightmares didn't stop, though.

"Emily, talk to me." Morgan said and put his hand on her arm, a calming gesture she had grown to like.

"Can you... can you just hold me?" she asked turning to face him with tears staining her face.

He pulled her into his arms and let her cry. She would never talk to him, but she wasn't afraid to cry in his presence. Especially not after the nightmares.
Occasionally, the team would come over and that would be when she tucked all emotions inside and she would mostly sit in the bedroom listening to what they were saying. She knew that Morgan would go back to work any day now and that he still was afraid to leave her home alone during cases. Later that night she had told him that he needed to work and that she would be fine. She could always call Garcia if things got bad. So he had told Hotch that he would come in tomorrow.

Emily finally fell asleep again in Morgan's arms only to wake up two hours later after a nightmare where she had been chained in the kitchen and heard her kids cry upstairs, but she couldn't get to them. Morgan wasn't beside her this time and everything seemed strange that morning, like she was still in her dream. The weight to her feet seemed awful light when she walked and she could move around freely. She could hear Morgan from downstairs making breakfast and he smiled a heartwarming smile when she entered the kitchen. Slowly she went to the table and sat down, feeling a bit confused all of a sudden. Morgan placed a plate of pancakes in the middle of the table. It all seemed so familiar.

"You forgot the chain." she stated looking down to her hands, picking her fingernails.

"What?" Morgan asked and you could tell he was concerned.

"The chain. You didn't... I wasn't..."

"Emily, you know I would never chain you. I've told you you're free now."

"Where are the babies?" she asked then changing the subject, but still replaying a conversation that seemed so familiar.

"They're upstairs sleeping." he told her.

That was good enough for her. Morgan put a pancake on her plate, not letting his eyes of her in the process. He cut the pancakes in smaller pieces, just like you do with children, but she didn't mind it. She could feel his eyes on her, begging her to eat, but she could only poke around in her food and didn't eat anything.

"You know you have to eat, Em." he said after finishing his first pancake.

"I'm not hungry." she said quietly.

"I don't care. You have to eat if you're gonna get better." he said, but she didn't make any effort to do so. "You know what? I'll help you with that."

He moved closer to her and loaded her fork with a piece of pancake and forced it into her mouth. The surviving instinct suddenly kicked in and she forced herself to swallow it all just so he wouldn't be mad at her. It was just like before and if that was like before he would probably give her quite the beating if she didn't do as he wanted. When the pancake was finished she rose quickly from the seat staring at Morgan intently.

"You are just like him." she said coldly.

"What?" Morgan said, confused while approaching her, but she backed away.

All the emotions were running through her body again. The confusion, the sadness, the anger, everything. She could also feel the urge to vomit. The little food she had gotten in her didn't want to stay inside any longer. She managed to hold it back, though.

The memory of that morning after giving birth was somehow stuck in her mind. It was just like that time and she knew what he wanted so she started to walk towards the staircase and said over her shoulder:

"Meet you in the bedroom."


A/N Sorry, if Emily is ooc but I will decide for myself how she's gonna deal with all this:) But if you have any opinions I'd be happy to hear them:)

Please review and tell me if it's good or bad:)