Author's note : I do not own Criminal Minds. Please excuse any mistake, English is not my mother tongue.
Her fingers typed nervously over her cell phone. She didn't really have a choice, yet she was dreading to make the call. After all, it was the middle of the night, and she would probably wake up not only JJ, but also Will and maybe Henry. But, as she looked at the end of the road, she thought once again that walking down to the next town, on her own, was certainly not the best idea, even though she was an FBI agent. Currently, she was an FBI agent with two cocktails in herself and no gun. The brunette finally pressed the green button to make the call, and waited for a groggy and sleepy JJ to answer, shivering as the cold wind blew stronger around her shoulders.
"Hotchner" echoed through her ear, and Emily's heart stopped. God, what had she done… Pressed the wrong button.
"I'm… so sorry, Hotch. I meant to call JJ." Her voice must have seemed slightly panicked. Waking her boss at two thirty was not the best move. "I'll… I'll let you go back to sleep. Sorry for the disturbance."
"Prentiss?" A sleepy voice answered. She hoped she had not woken Jack or she was a dead woman.
"Yeah, it's me. Again, I'm so sorry to have called you by accident. I'll just… Go back to sleep."
"What is it?" He didn't seem to have listened to her long apology. "Are you okay?"
Emily paused, pondering whether she should just boldly lie or tell the truth and bear the consequences.
"Yes, no problem." It came out much easier than she thought.
"Then why are you trying to call JJ at… almost three in the morning?"
What could she tell? Emily just kept silent, hoping he would let go and stop the conversation before he was fully awake and she fully embarrassed.
"Emily?" The use of her first name surprised her.
"Yeah, I'm there. And I'm good, really." She tried to laugh light-heartedly but failed miserably.
There was now silence on the other end of the line.
"You don't sound okay. Where are you?"
"I… Okay," The brunette gave up, "I wanted to call JJ to ask for a ride. I kind of crashed my car…" He didn't even let her finish.
"Are you hurt?"
"No, no, I'm good. I'm just… in the middle of nowhere, and I don't really want to walk home."
Again, silence. Rustling in the background led Emily to think that Hotch was getting dressed.
"I'll come pick you up."
"But… what about Jack?"
"He's at his aunt Jessica, you're lucky. Do you know where you are exactly?"
Emily looked around.
"Not really…"
"Okay, don't move and let your phone on. I'll call you when I'm on the way." With that, Emily was again surrounded by silence. She wiped away a tear and looked at herself. What would Hotch think when he would see her like this? She looked like a whore, for sure. This thought brought up more tears that she wiped away again.