Author's Note: While watching Minimal Loss (4x03), I imagined a different scene between Emily and Cyrus. I know this isn't the way it actually played out, and I know the dialogue isn't exactly perfect, but it's along the same lines. Please read and review, and above all, ENJOY!
Disclaimer: No matter how many times I ask CBS (nicely!), they never let me. So no, I do not own Criminal Minds.
You're afraid. First of all, you are never afraid, so why is this time any different? Because this time, your life is at stake.
You could die any day, but at least you wouldn't have to know about it beforehand. Now, your immediate death seems inevitable.
You are thrown against a nearby wall, your head hitting and smashing the mirror. Glass shards are everywhere in a matter of seconds, and pain shoots through your body as the shards scrape your skin. "I can take it," you say weakly.
Is there any hope that you will survive?
You find it hard to believe as you are dragged across the room by your hair. Strong hands pull you into a standing position, and a rough voice says, "You can take it, can you? We'll see about that." His fist connects to your eye, and you stagger backwards, falling to the floor once again. There's a sharp taste in your mouth.
Blood.
You hear a scream almost directly outside the door. "Emily!" The voice is familiar. Then it hits you.
Reid.
You suddenly have more strength, because you have to know if he's okay. You struggle to get to your feet, and right as you feel Cyrus coming after you, the unexpected happens. The locked door is kicked down and four familiar figures enter the room. One of the silhouettes regains his balance, presumably from kicking the door open. Morgan, you think. Three of the four take down Cyrus, arresting him and escorting him out of the room. The remaining figure, tall and lanky, is by your side in an instance. Reid. He looks…untouched. You thank God for keeping him safe.
A person, one of the three you guess, re-enters the room. The figure is too tall to be Dave, so who…Oh. Hotch. You distinctly hear an ambulance pulling up outside of the compound. You realize that someone has lifted you off the ground, and that you are in safe, strong arms. That is the last thing you remember, other than a nurse screaming, "She's crashing!"
Suddenly, everything goes black.
~.~.~
You wake up in a rather plain room that smells faintly of antiseptic. You feel…numb. You realize why when you see the morphine drip hooked up to your arm.
You're in the hospital.
You suddenly feel the presence of someone else in the room. You look around in time to see Hotch approach you, kissing you lightly on the forehead. "How are you feeling?" you hear him whisper.
"Now that you're here? Safe," you reply.
He smoothes your hair away from your face, and you close your eyes, not only to block out your pounding headache, but also to keep yourself in one piece.
Someone once told you that sleep is the best escape mechanism. Reid, probably. But right now, an escape is exactly what you need, because there are just too many emotions to be subjected to in the outside world.
Doubt, fear, pain, anger, sadness, but most of all? Love.
THE END.
