Silent Plea -

A Criminal Minds Fanfiction -

Written By: AutumnMalarkey

A/N. So this is set in Season 6, after JJ has left. There will be no Ashley in this story as I haven't even watched any episodes with her in and I have got no clue of what her character is like. JJ is set to return at some point in this story.

I have got the plot for this and I am happy with it, so, note to any 'angry' reviewers that do not like the plot. Tough. It's my story and I write what I want to write. So if you are unhappy with it and can not say anything constructive to help me out, please do not review at all.

There is likely to be a bit of a time period between me updating this story as I am working on another series, but it will be finished in the end.

I do not know if there will be a pairing in this story at all, but if there is it is likely to be Hotch/Prentiss, however Morgan/Prentiss is also possible.

There might need to be a warning in future chapters that may feature rape, but I am not sure if I will actually write it as I am not really a smut/rape writer.

Apologies for the spelling/grammar mistakes as I do not have a beta. Any mistakes that are brought to light will be changed.

Please review, whether it is good or 'bad' constructive criticism as I need to know someone besides me is reading this.

Ramble over, enjoy.

Chapter One: Alcoholic Mornings

Silence filled the BAU jet, as exhausted bodies sunk into slumber from their week long case. SSA Derek Morgan had his eyes firmly closed, music lightly playing in his ears, SSA Dr. Spencer Reid had fallen asleep with a book in his lap, quite obviously needing the sleep, SSA David Rossi had also managed to fall asleep in front of one of his files, the pen he was writing with falling limp at the file side. Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner had, much to everyone else's surprise, fallen into slumber as well. It was obvious he was saving his energy for when he went to spend the night with Jack. And, the only female profiler on the team, sat, wide awake. A pained look on her face. She was really glad that all of the other people on the jet were fast asleep, otherwise they might have been concerned and confused at the same time. Yes, the case was a week long run around, but it was one that did not result in any of them getting a normal battering or even an emotional one. No, it was a simple profile, wait, profile some more, call Garcia, catch the UnSub, come home. Her bottom lip was frantically being chewed at as she fiddled with her hair another time. Her arm aching painfully as she did so, but she did not whimper or wince, she just went on messing with her hair. As her arm rested back onto her lap she felt her head throb with an oncoming headache. This headache was way too familiar, she had decided. It was the same one she had been getting for the past week, all because of that one bump on her head. Trying her best, she had stayed awake for the first couple of days, just in case she was concussed, but now, she felt so exhausted. Darkness began to surround her eyes as she felt herself being pulled away. Whether she was falling asleep or if she was passing out, she did not really care, knowing she was going to need all the rest she could get before she arrived home. Home. A shiver went up her spine as she relaxed into the chair she was in, double checking her sleeves were pulled down as far as they could go, she let her eyes close.

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She was one hundred percent certain she was dreaming, of what she was unsure. Tucked warm into her bed, his arm draped around her. Her heart began racing, as she began to roll over; this was the deciding moment. The realisation between if this was a dream or a nightmare. Nightmare, she concluded, as she met his unshaven face, his alcohol stinking snores. There was still the lingering ache in her head and arm. Cautiously she sat up, peeling his arm from around her. She was not sure why she was doing that, knowing he was passed out and would not wake up before she left for work. Her eyes widened in horror at the bloodiness of the pillow that was previously beneath her head. As her hand connected with the bump that was there now, but instead it was still an open cut, her hand came from the bloody, tangled mess of hair, lined with red blood and she gave a groan. With her other arm she carefully peeled the blanket back, and stood to find her dressing gown. Making it a routine of ignoring the bloodied patch from where she previously lay, knowing already he had been too hard with her that night and she was going to be sore for days. Throwing the soft purple silk dressing gown over her shoulders, she stepped over her torn underwear on the floor, stopping at her draws to pick out a set of underwear that would be comfortable with the pain in between her legs. She grabbed a pair of her work pants, her matching blazer and a red long sleeved top. Also making sure she grabbed a few more long sleeved tops to put into her go bag in case they had a case.

The shower was light and warm, washing away all of the imaginary dirt from her body. She felt nasty, violated, abused. Her mind drifted to a place far away, a place where she was safe and away from him. She let her hands tangle in her hair as she let the water was the blood away. Of course it stung, it stung like a bitch, but Emily could get over that pain. She gave a wince as she let the strawberry scented shampoo into her cut as she rubbed it over her hair. The shower began to wash it away, forming a pool of bubbles in the bottom of the shower, a streak of red blood lined it also. She blew out a deep breath, letting the water run over her another time before stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around her body. Grabbing another towel from the pile, she dried her hair as carefully and as best she could, ringing out the ends of her wavy locks. Then she let the towel rest at the side of the sink, gazing up into the mirror to see her face. She looked pale and put that down to the amount of blood she must have lost, her eyes were thick and lined with need for more sleep, but she knew that was off of the agenda, knowing she fully well should not be sleeping with the possible concussion. She let her body dry in the towel before dabbing away any of the wetness left on her skin with the white towel before slipping on her underwear and her pants. Her eyes lingered on the bruise on her arm, the bruise that was already two days old and was yellowing, yet she still winced as she touched it slightly. Leaving the bathroom and her horrific reflection, she returned to the dark bedroom. Bending down to plug in her hair straightners and leaving them on the drawers as they warmed up. Emily let her exhausted body sit down on the bed, as dizziness came to her from the cut on her head. Blowing out a deep breath, she let the dizziness partly leave her, before picking up her hairbrush and straightners. Smoothly she let it run down her hair, taking the waves out as it went. She let the straightners drop to the end of the bed, brushing her hair back into a ponytail, knowing the cut was far too obvious if she left her hair out. Then she felt it, movement on the bed next to her, his ghostly fingers tracing the strap of her red bra. Rough kisses ghosting over her neck.

"Morning." He said, with a drunken fumble and Emily knew she needed to leave the house now.

"Mmm." She gave a small, forced smile as his hand traced to the front of her bra. Dipping inside the lacy cup and tweaking on her nipple. She roughly pulled away, leaving him stunned on the bed. "No. Not now, I need to get to work." It was a slight lie. She did need to get to work, but not for another hour and a half.

"Emily." He begged, his throbbing hard on exposed from his naked form.

"No." She said sternly. Then it all became a blur as he grabbed the straightners off of the bed, cornered her in the room and gave her a threatening stare.

"You will do as I say." He ordered, not really giving her an option, staring her down. Emily, however, found the courage to stare back, pushing him away with all her might which was not enough given how tired she was. That enraged him and she was forced to stop pushing him as a searing pain met her arm as the black straightners were pressed into the top of it, just missing the bruise.

"Ahh!" She gave an involuntary cry out in pain as tears spiked her eyes. Emily swore she would never let him see them fall.

"I am your boyfriend and you will do what ever I want to do!" He commanded again, harshly pressing his lips to hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth. All Emily could do was comply and give in, the black hair straightners still burning away at her arm. There was definetely going to be a mark left from that. Then they dropped from his hand, as he put them on to the wooden chest of drawers. Dragging her over to the bed, and laying her down. Emily wanted to kick and hit him, tell him to leave her alone, but she had no fight in her, instead she went off to a fantasy land where she was safe with the team, just as her pants were torn away from her and her knickers were ripped from her. Then he proceeded to rape her for the second time that night.

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As she was pulled from her dreamy state, she felt a strong hand shaking her shoulder.

"Ah!" She involuntary cried out again, snatching her arm away, dreading to see him standing over her. Instead he was gone, and there, in his place were warm chocolate eyes.

"Princess, are you okay?" She heard Derek Morgan say, and snapped out of her nightmare world.

"Yeah, sorry, must have been dreaming." She informed him, making him move out of the way as she stood up, taking her go bag into her injured arm's hand. Then she bit her lip, to stop the cry of pain that was about to leave, changing it over to her other hand.

"Must have been one hell of a dream." He watched tentatively as she bit her lip and swapped the bag over. "What's wrong with your shoulder?" He asked.

"Nothing, Derek, I'm fine." She lied, and knew he could tell she had as he gave her unconvinced eyes.

"I must have slept on my arm funnily." Her eyes fell down to the floor, where she knew she needed to escape, but Morgan was right in her way.

"Emily." He used her name, now it was serious. She looked up to meet his eyes with an 'I'm not telling' look that he could recognise. "You're driving home with me." He informed her, and she began to shake her head. "You're car is at the BAU, remember." He told her, and she looked to the floor.

"I can take a cab." She mumbled, living in fear of what he would find if he did go into her home.

"Don't be stupid, Princess." He gave her a smile, taking the bag from her, "Come on." He said, with a firm tone that told her there was to be no arguing over the carrying of the bag or the ride home. She gave a solemn nod, and began to carefully walk in front of him, watching her steps carefully as she felt the material of her pants rub at the insides of her thighs, burning. But she would not let him see the pain, instead she just grinned and bared it.