This work takes place around the end of season 4 and features an already established relationship between Emily and JJ. It's a femslash, so if you don't like reading Emily/JJ stories you probably shouldn't read on.
Just a warning, this is rated M for a reason.
As always I owe none of the charters and appreciate all the readers/reviews. There will be plenty of opportunities for readers to offer predictions about the story, and I always welcome them.
Her face was bleeding, mixing on the concrete floor with the blood that was consistently dripping from her head. Her eyes were opened but everything was blurry and she didn't know if it was from the frequent blows to the head or the drugs that flowed through her system. She was chained to a wall, forcing her to remain standing through it all, but her body had started to sag. Her hands were bound and hanging above her head, leaving her body vulnerable from his frequent beatings. Her head pounded as the blaring heavy metal music continued. All she wanted was for it to be over, all she wanted was to go home to JJ. She didn't want to do this anymore, she couldn't do this anymore. But she had made a promise to JJ a few months prior. She had promised that she would be okay, and giving up and dying would most certainly not be keeping that promise. She cringed when she noticed that the music had stopped. He walked through the door and moved from within mere inches of her face.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU TELL THEM?!" He screamed at the top of his lungs as Emily shuddered, the noise only further exasperating her migraine. "ELIZABETA!"
"I don't know what you're talking about" Emily confessed as she felt another blow connect to her body, this time her ribs.
"DON'T LIE TO ME!"
"I'M NOT" She struggled to get out over the pain.
"Okay then, we're going to have to go about a different way of doing this aren't we not darling?" He informed her as he smiled evilly before continuing, "Let's try a few ideas I got from that Russian prison you sent me to. How does that sound love?"
"I don't know you! I didn't send you anywhere!"
He didn't bother to reply to her defense and just walked out of the door briefly. She shivered as her thoughts went back to JJ.
2 DAYS EARLIER
"Thanks Hotch, see you on the plane" JJ replied back as she hung up the phone. She looked over to the sleeping brunette and lightly kissed her exposed shoulder. "Em, you need to get up." She lightly nudged the brunette, who was most definitely not the most jovial person in the mornings. "Baby we have a case."
"Why can't people just stop murdering everyone?" Emily complained into her pillow with a grumpy tone.
"I know" JJ coaxed as she rubbed Emily's back. "Come darling on you have to get up."
"Fine, but don't call me darling."
"Why not?" JJ asked in a hurt tone.
"My mother does" Emily chuckled as she got off the bed and started to get redressed. Fortunately for her she always had her go bag with her. Unfortunately for her she didn't have a lot of clean clothing left in it, so she was going to have to do the walk of shame, into a confined space, with a group of profilers. She wished that she had brought more clothes over to JJ's house, as all the clothes she had there currently were dirty. Emily sighed as she looked at the clothes on the floor and JJ figured out what bothered her.
"You should borrow something of mine, again" she offered.
"You are a life saver" Emily exclaimed as JJ handed her a pair of dark pants and a white shirt that Emily could pair with her charcoal grey jacket. "I should start leaving more clothes here" Emily commented as she bit the bottom of her lip.
"Or we should just move in together" JJ suggested. "I mean it's been seven months and we basically live together as it is."
"We could get a cat!" Emily exclaimed in excitement. "But where are we going to live?"
"I don't care, I guess we could live in your apartment."
"You guess?" Emily could see the hesitation on JJ's face. "Do you not like my apartment? I won't be offended if you don't."
"It's not that. It's amazing" JJ confessed as she shook her head. "I just, don't get freaked out. But it's not very child friendly."
"And we don't have children."
JJ finished getting dressed and worried that she had picked the wrong time for this discussion. In fact the couple had never talked about children after Emily revealed to JJ that it was impossible for her to ever carry a child. JJ knew it was a sore subject, but she also knew that sometime in the future she wanted there to be a possibility of children. She meant what she said on that plane almost a year and a half ago, she could see Emily with kids. Their kids. "I know" she quietly spoke.
"JJ, do you think we can talk about this when we aren't rushing off to find a serial killer?" Emily asked with a smile.
"Yeah."
"And I'm sorry that I can't…" Emily trailed off as she JJ enveloped her in a hug.
"Don't ever feel like you have to apologize for that" JJ whispered as she pulled back, allowing Emily to finish getting ready. "You are so hot. How did I ever get you?" JJ mumbled as she saw Emily quickly brush her hair.
"Yeah because you're basically an ogre" Emily quipped as she quickly kissed JJ before rushing out of the bedroom to get her go bag from the living room. JJ just laughed at the statement as she grabbed the last of her things and headed out the door.
After the plane ascended and the team was all seated Hotch began briefing them. "We're headed to San Francisco. As of now there is very little we have on this case. San Francisco PD has identified seven bodies of men…"
"Seven? Hotch why are they just calling us now?" Morgan asked already frustrated by the case.
"Because as I said earlier, there is very little to go on. The first four bodies belong to local members of the Russia mob based in the greater San Francisco area, Aleksei Dmitriev aged 26, Igor Bolokhovsis aged 34, Viktor Aleksandrov aged 31, and Borris Aleksandrov aged 42."
"Brothers?" JJ inquired curiously.
"Cousins, the other three bodies belonged to correctional officers working at San Quentin State Prison. They were Ryan Matskevich aged 30, Joseph Oborski aged 56, and Jackson Reznikov aged 26."
"How do they connect other than the obvious Russian last names?" Emily asked as she shuffled through the case files in front of her.
"A local detective, Detective Eliot Meyer, concluded that like Prentiss said all the men were off Russian descent. That's the only connection we have so far."
"They also had Russian surnames, so our unsub may or may nor know them personally. If it is an instance of hate crimes of course" Rossi answered.
"I don't know Hotch, Russian last names? Seems like kind of a flimsy connection" Morgan countered.
"We've had unsubs who've killed with less" Emily shrugged.
"Guys I hate to say this but outside of New York, Philadelphia, Chicago and Miami, San Francisco has one of the largest Russian American presences in the country. How are we supposed to narrow down our victim pool when our unsub appears to focus on men with Russian names that are not in set age group" Reid asked perplexed by this case. Something about it didn't make sense, why was the unsub so indiscriminate about his killings?
"Cause of death?" Morgan asked, ignoring Reid's questioning.
"All shot execution style" Hotch answered as he thought back to Reid's concerns.
"So he wasn't invested in their pain" Emily surmised as she looked over to JJ who looked exceptionally sweaty.
JJ just shook her head at Emily's concerned look and spoke up, "Hotch how I am supposed to brief the press without inciting panic? I can't just say that we have a serial killer that's trying to kill Russians."
"Especially since that's not what he's doing" Hotch answered as he gazed over to Rossi who nodded in agreement. "Male criminals and correctional officers is a good place to start a profile."
"Maybe he was imprisoned" JJ offered with a shrug.
"Garcia when we land check prison records, maybe someone who had a bad run in with Russian gangs" Hotch ordered to the technical analyst who was surprisingly quiet.
"Yes sir" she replied as she turned back to observe Emily and JJ.
"Good, when we land I want JJ to brief the press. Reid work out a geological profile. Rossi meet with the M.E., make sure we didn't miss anything. Morgan and I will head up to San Quentin and Prentiss I want you to work with Detective Meyer, he'll be waiting for you at the precinct. That's all for now" Hotch concluded as he went to sit back down next to Rossi.
"So buttercup are you feeling all right? You look kind of flushed and sweaty" Garcia asked, her voice laden with concern.
"Yeah I noticed that too, you okay?" Emily added she looked over to Morgan who nodded in agreement.
"I have a little bit of a headache and I'm tired but what else is new?" JJ answered as Emily lightly touched her forehead with the back of her hand.
"I think PG is right. I think you're sick. You're really hot, PG feel her forehead."
Garcia leaned over and lightly brushed JJ's check, "Yeah sweetness you're burning up."
"Goddamn it" JJ huffed.
"How do you feel?" Emily gently asked as Garcia ordered Reid to get JJ a bottle of water.
"Fine."
"JJ…"
"I don't feel good" JJ pouted with her arms crossed, much like a fussy child.
"Well that went downhill fast" Emily joked as Morgan and Garcia started to laugh.
"Sounds like someone is going to play a little nurse and patient tonight eh Princess" Morgan winked as he nudged Garcia who was nodding and made a bitting motion with her teeth.
"You both have issues. Hotch I think JJ has the flu" Emily snapped after giving them a dirty look.
"I'm fine" JJ protested.
"Actually JJ you don't look fine, in fact you look terrible. Your skin is abnormally red, your eyes are glassy, and you appear to be especially sweaty" Reid added hoping to help. However, his helpfulness was met with a glare from JJ, who swatted at Emily who was laughing.
"JJ you're going directly the hotel when we land, craft a statement for the press from there and have Garcia send it to Prentiss' tablet. Prentiss before you head out with Meyers brief the press. Garcia can you work from the hotel and keep an eye on JJ temporarily?" Hotch not so much as asked but ordered.
"Oh great, stick me with patient zero" Garcia complained, earning herself a glare from Hotch. "I mean, I can do that"
"Good. Due to rooming costs the Bureau has requested us to double up, as the hotel I requested for the proximity to the station is fairly costly. If it isn't too much of an inconvenience I was going to ask that the female agents triple up, is that an issue Prentiss?"
"Why are you only asking her" Garcia asked pointedly.
"Because I have to share a bed with that" Emily chuckled as she pointed over to a scowling and flu-ridden JJ.
"You're already exposed you big baby" JJ snarled to the amusement of the team.
"It's fine" Emily replied to Hotch, ignoring JJ's comment entirely.
"Okay then it's settled. Remember your assignments, we land in 3 hours" He ordered as JJ curled into Emily and fell asleep. Blissfully unaware of the horrors that would occur in the next 24 hours.
Should I continue this story or move on to something else?
Does Emily know this unsub or is she being honest with him? Who is Elizabeta? How will JJ being sick play into this? Any Predictions?
Just a hint, this is pre-Doyle and in no way involves him. As of now he is still nice and cozy in a North Korean prison.