A/N: Warning! I've lost my mojo for this one and have only written like eight chapter that vary dramatically in length and fit together somehow in a way I'm still trying to figure out. And the plot is really long and convoluted and I'm just not sure of it anymore. God, I feel like such a bad writer right now. I just really want to publish this unfinished piece cuz I was really proud of it and then I just stopped writing it. I'll probably take it up again eventually so don't lose faith.
Oh, and MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING for this story. It deals with abuse in many forms (at times explicit), inappropriate language, underage drinking, and the horror of run on/badly grammared sentences (sorry, humor is my coping mechanism). -boots
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds.
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Emily knew it would happen eventually, so she wasn't all that surprised when she exited the police station to find one of the Ambassador's interns nervously shifting, from foot to foot, next to a cab. They always sent a cab to pick her up, because God forbid the media see an embassy vehicle picking up a criminal.
"Boarding school, Annie?" Emily plucked the coffee from the girl's sweaty fingers.
"Amy." The blonde squeaked nervously. None of the interns liked being put on Emily-duty, seeing her as just another spoiled wild child with deviant tendencies. "It really is more of a reform school."
"Ha." Emily shook her head bitterly. "I was sure the bitch would send me to some military discipline camp or something."
Amy winced at her language. "She wanted me to inform you that any behavioral issues will now be dealt with by Senator Strach." Emily swallowed a burning sip of coffee.
Emily let out a shallow breath. Shaky hands rubbed her face and cleared her eyes of crusties. "She's sending me to the States?"
"The States, yes."
Emily let out a half-hearted groan. A sad laugh escaped from behind her fingers. "She really is done with me."
Amy looked away.
"Where's my shit?" The teen peered in at the cabbie before climbing onto the dull, stained seats, nodding at him with a quick "bom dia [good morning]".
"I packed your things. The Ambassador asked for you to be taken to the airport straight away."
Emily smiled at the young woman. "Very efficient, Amy. Good job." She sighed and sat back. "If you get your nervousness in check, the Ambassador will take you more seriously."
Amy glanced at her briefly. "Thank you."
Emily closed her eyes. She had been hoping that once it happened- once the Ambassador finally got tired and sent her away- that she would at least tell her herself, or drop her off herself, or do something herself. Snap out of it, Emily. A Prentiss never gives way to weakness. Heavens knows you've done it enough lately.
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