Authors Note: For MegaKaterine that requested this, I hope you like it :o)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Criminal Minds, and I don't make any money from it.

Warning: Strong emotions.

Whirlpool

Chapter One

"Damn it, Emily, couldn't you for once clean up your mess," Penelope Garcia said, looking at the messy living room table, and the area surrounding it. The team had been stationed at Virginia for about two weeks now, in which Emily and Penelope had been living together at Garcia's residence. However Emily tended to have a way of messing up and leaving her things here and there, something Garcia wasn't always too happy about.

Emily lightly rolled her eyes saying, "Okay, I Will, just calm down."

"I just like to have a bit of order, that's all," said Penelope with a heavy sigh.

Emily looked at her frustrated girlfriend, she was standing with her hands on her sides, her blue eyes were shining with frustration and she did not look happy. Emily got up from the couch where she was sitting, walked over, placed her hands on her hips, bending forward, and whispering, "I'll clean it up at once."

"Good, you want dinner in thirty, or later?" Penelope asked.

"Thirty sounds good," said Emily and smiled at her, starting slowly to clean up her mess as Garcia headed for the kitchen area. Garcia didn't noticed, but Emily from time to time looked over at her smiling, there was something safe about her. And even if she did nag about the cleaning, Emily didn't really mind.

As JJ came through the door of the waiting area at the hospital, Garcia at once knew something was very, very wrong. She felt it with every fiber of her being. She knew that this time the woman she loved so much would not have made it. She knew for a fact she wasn't come back to her.

"Nooo," she let out before JJ gave them the message. Penelope let herself fall apart, crying, shivering in sorrow along with the rest, to her however might have been a bit harder. After all she had lost her companion. She didn't know if she ever would recover from that.

It was after the funeral, it had been five days after her death. Five days of which Garcia had cried her heart out; she had stayed in bed and just cried. She didn't want to move on, not without her. She had hardly slept as she couldn't get used to the fact that her Emily was no longer there. The scent of her still on the sheets and covers, yet she would be gone forever.

Seeing the coffin being lowered into the ground tore her completely apart. She felt like her heart was being ripped out of her chest and got buried with her. She felt like she couldn't breathe and fell to her knees hyperventilating.

Morgan at ones sat down and dragged her into his strong arms whispering, "It will be okay, Babygirl."

"How?" she asked him, how was it ever going to be okay?

He however didn't have an answer for just that. He simply just held her as the other's were watching them. Slowly she got up and whispered, "Please take me home."

He nodded and led her to his car that was a bit outside the graveyard and she sunk down in the seat, not knowing what to say. What was there to say? What could make the pain go away or make her feel better?

Morgan looked over at his leading lady, never before had he seem her this heartbroken. He was of course sad about it as well, but not like this. It seemed like she had lost something more than a coworker, and he never got that they should be something more. He knew he could never ask her that, especially not now.

Slowly he parked to car outside the building, asking, "Do you want me to come up with you?"

"No, honey, not today," she whispered, getting out of his car very slowly, and walked up to her apartment. She just wanted to be alone; she simply couldn't stand having anyone around, not even him.

He nodded, reaching over to give her a hug before she got out of the car. She watched as he drove away before she unlocked the main door to her apartment building and took the elevator up to her floor. As soon as she had gotten inside she sank down on the bed as she had done so many times before over the last few days. She sighed heavily trying to settle under the covers, but something seemed to be in the way. It was like she was lying on top on something as she curled over to Emily's side of the bed this time. She preferred to rest there as that way she was closer to her. Or so she felt. She let her hand reach behind her back and pull up something. She looked at it. It was the pocket book Emily had been reading lately.

It dropped onto the floor with a dull thump. Garcia fell apart yet again, she was thinking about the book that would never be read, or some of the mess that was still left after her here and there. Garcia now felt sad about yelling at her for that, she wished she could take it all back and have her back also.

"Emily," she whispered between her salty tears, clinging to a picture of the two of them on her nightstand, again crying her heart out. There was no way to stop it, not now or in the near future so instead she left it out, clinging to the picture for dear life.

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