Someone Like You – Part 2
Disclaimer – I own nothing but the ideas
Sorry it has taken so long for the sequel but 'Real Life' decided to rear its ugly head and inconsiderately keep me busy. If you haven't read 'Someone Like You' it may help, but the briefest summary is that Emily is back after 10 years in hiding, but obviously there is more to it then that.
I have stuck with Adele for my inspiration, they lyrics (in bold) are all hers from the song 'Make You Feel My Love'.
. . .
When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love
. . .
Emily was sandwiched between JJ and Spencer, Hotch was opposite. Together they waited. Emily tried to focus on the conversation they were having but her mind was elsewhere, focusing on how she was supposed to deal with the situation she was currently in.
"The word bagel comes from the Austrian word for stirrup, beugel," Spencer said, pausing to look up as they heard the door to the bar open.
Four sets of eyes stared, wanting to see who had arrived. Emily's breath hitched at the sight of David Rossi, God the guy still looks good for his age, she thought.
His eyes met hers, holding them the whole time he walked towards her.
She swallowed hard, standing to greet him.
"Emily," he nodded as he spoke, "you look . . . honestly you look dreadful."
Emily smiled at his honesty.
JJ, Hotch and Reid, sat silently, holding their breath.
"Dave, you want a drink?" Hotch asked after a few minutes tense silence.
"Malt would be good, thank you," Dave spoke, without taking his eyes off of Emily.
"Spencer, a hand please," Hotch all but ordered.
"Of course," he slid out from the booth with his superior.
JJ sat for a moment, "I'll be back in a minute."
Left alone Emily wracked her brain for something to say.
"May I?" David Rossi asked, indicating sitting beside her.
Emily nodded. Sitting down on the soft leather bench of the booth, she looked around. She could see Spencer and Hotch at the bar; she could tell they were killing time, trying to assess when to come back. JJ was nowhere to be seen.
"David I . . ."
"Emily, you are safe that is all I need to know," he reached across, taking her hand in his, his eyes smiling at her, "You have made an old man very happy."
"You, an old man, that will be the day," Emily smiled back at him. So glad that he had come, that he was making this easy for her, "I need to explain, apologise. . ."
He put one finger on her deep red lips, "Shhhh, you don't need to say a word. I understand, I always have, in more ways than you can ever imagine. You are one very brave lady, who I am proud to call my friend."
Emily blushed, too stunned for words, instead she let David pull her into a tight hug. She let his strong arms support her as her head spun. Resting her head on his shoulder as she tried to steady herself, feeling suddenly very light headed. When she looked up the others had returned.
David took a sip of his drink, letting the smooth amber liquor burn its path through his body; unable to tear his eyes from her fragile form. Sure it was Emily without a doubt. He could tell she was putting on a real effort, but the make-up was a thin veil over the horrors she was trying to hide. None of them truly knew what she had been through at the hands of Ian Doyle.
Hearing the door open, Emily took a huge gulp from the Jack and Coke in front of her. As she placed the glass back down she looked up. Standing in the doorway was a stunned Penelope Garcia.
Emily stood, pushing past Spencer and JJ, making her way as quickly as she could to her shocked friend.
"It's you," Pen whispered, as Emily reached her, "It's truly you."
Emily nodded repeatedly, tears streaking the mascara she had actually bothered to apply. She observed her brightly coloured ex-colleague, smiling. Pen had always been the ray of sunshine in her life, and right now she was desperate to feel the warmth radiating into her.
She held out her arms, hoping Pen could forgive her, could accept her once more.
Penelope launched herself into Emily's hands.
"If you ever, ever pull a stunt like that again I swear I will not rest until I have hunted you down and dragged you back kicking and screaming. If it wasn't for the fact I have missed you sooooo much I would be uber cross right now."
"I am so sorry Pen; I never meant to hurt you," Emily said, holding on for dear life.
"I know that Sweet pea," Pen pulled back, wiping a tear from her skinny friends face, "but let's not worry about that now."
Holding hands the pair made their way to the table.
"Budge up you," Pen said to JJ, who shuffled round closer to Spencer.
"Drink, Penelope?" Hotch asked tentatively, not wanted to be on the receiving end of Ms Garcia's temper for a second time.
"For the record, I am still very, very angry with the pair of you. However I am not so naive as to not realise that you did what you did for a reason. A very stupid and mad reason, but a reason none the less."
"Pen don't blame them, Hotch and JJ had no choice," Emily interceded.
"I know, which is why I haven't caused the havoc that I threatened to," Pen smiled sweetly.
"See Emily, no matter how long you are gone, somethings never change," David smiled, "We're all still terrified of Penelope."
"And so you should be buster, who needs a gun when you have the weapons I possess."
Hotch stood, "Is that the longest way of asking for a glass of red I've ever heard?"
"Please, sir."
Hotch disappeared, he was happy, things were going better then he thought, but then again Morgan wasn't here, yet. Morgan bothered him the most out of all of his old team. He took his phone out of his jacket pocket, calling the missing member; straight to answer phone, damn.
When he had gathered David, Pen and Derek together to tell them; he had expected a range of responses. But nothing had prepared him for Derek Morgan. He had expected him to shout, to punch something, to swear. Yet there was nothing, absolutely nothing. He had just got up and left. He had tried ringing him, hell, he'd even called round on his way home, but nothing. 'Nothing' worried Hotch.
Returning to the table, talk had turned to Seaver and Pen was updating everyone on Ashleigh's latest travels.
"Which reminds me Hun, this is for you," Pen pulled out an envelope from her over-sized bag, "It's an email she asked me to pass on to you. I printed it off as I had no other way of giving it to you. I didn't read it."
"I know, Pen, I know you wouldn't, I trust you," Emily said, taking the envelope and folding it before placing it in her jean's pocket. It could wait until later.
. . .
Sometime later in the evening Spencer sat back, admiring the scene, happy that it had all gone so well. It had been a long month, persuading Emily to meet the others, but now he was glad he had persisted. If only Derek was here. He had seen Morgan's reaction to the news, he tried to call his superior, and he still held the hope that Derek would turn up, there was still time. In the meantime, he enjoyed having his friends back together again.
Watching Emily he saw how she responding each time the door opened and how she drooped when it wasn't him. She would be so disappointed if Derek failed to turn up. Where was he?
. . .
Please let me know how this compares to part one, more soon.
