An eye for an eye
Chapter 1 : Running away
The quiet lanes of Montclair were only disturbed at this late hour of the night by a black sedan driving crazily on the main road. A brunette was at the wheel, all disheveled and bruised. Emily Prentiss was beyond crying at that point. The tears had been shed half an hour earlier, as she had sat down in her car and the shock had kicked in. She wiped off some blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, where a balled fist had collided, and looked at herself in the rear-view window. There was not much on the road to concentrate on anyway. A car would cross her path from time to time, and a horn honking would remind the brunette of the unreasonable speed with which she was taking the intersections. But at the moment, all she cared about was arriving at the commercial airport of Washington. She was running away from all the support she had, but she didn't see any other way out. The woman was so blinded by rage and an urge for revenge that she had not thought twice before leaving her apartment. She had left everything behind, only grabbing her purse, badge and gun. This could be useful. Spare clothing and a toothbrush were not, not for the purpose of her visit to Texas.
Reaching the fast lane, she doubled another blue car and made sure she wasn't over the speed limit. Getting stopped by road police would delay her plans, and she could not bear that. The brunette shook of memories of the past hours, which had become a blur anyway. All she could remember was the fight, the blood on her hands, the gun which had fallen out of her hands, the empty glass smashed on her head, the sound of rustling next door, when the neighbor had woken up to check what was going on. In less than thirty minutes, Emily Prentiss had reached Dulles International Airport, safe and sound, which came as a surprise given the way she had driven and the little attention she had paid to the other drivers. Pulling into the parking lot, the brunette checked one last time her overall appearance. The cut on her forehead was nasty and swollen, but she managed to hide most of it with her voluminous hair. She didn't want to scare off the stewardess, even though she could probably get away with anything, being an FBI agent. Looking distractfully at her watch, Emily realized that it was almost three in the morning. Time seemed to have flown by without her noticing. The next flight would probably be boarding in less than two hours, she thought to herself, hurrying towards the booking desk.