Emily is involved in an accident. The ramifications of the personal and professional lives she keeps come colliding together. Demily.

Inspired by "Retaliation," ep. 5x11. I own nothing and I realize I didn't even quote it correctly. It is loosely inspired by this one scene.

"I'm fine! Pull this thing over!" Prentiss demanded as they wheeled her through the trauma center.

"Prentiss, you have a concussion." Morgan tried to reason with her.

"But it just happened, it will never be more clear!" She protested.

Fine. If she was going to act like this, he would have to show her. "How many rounds did you get in?"

"Three." She stated surely.

"Prentiss, you emptied your clip." Proving his point. She needed to be checked out first.

"No." It didn't seem right, but maybe it was? "Wait. I did?"

Morgan looked at her knowingly.

Ugh. She leaned her head back, finally giving in, knowing her cognitive interview wouldn't be reliable right now. She would save her strength and she would do one soon. She'd seen the second unsub. Just before he'd hit her with his truck.

She felt a prick. Someone was drawing her blood. Another person was shining something bright in her eyes. A pen? A flashlight? There were so many people whizzing around her, she was having trouble keeping up.

Another prick, but worse this time. Someone had put an I.V. into the back of her left hand.

She looked at it, blinking a couple of times. She really didn't like all of these people fussing over her.

Suddenly, she became keenly aware that Morgan was no longer with her. "Morgan?!"

"He's just outside." A woman, maybe just a few years older than herself informed her. "I'm Dr. Sussman, the attending physician."

Emily suddenly realized this was the first person that had spoken directly to her. Everyone else had been rattling off stats about her. Blood pressure, pulse, probable concussion.

Dr. Sussman continued to check her over, tapping various places on her body to see if she reacted. "Does anything else hurt, aside from your head?"

Emily shook her head, but winced. Ouch. "No."

Skeptically eyeing her, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." She confidently stated.

Nodding, "You've got some adrenaline still kicking in. You'll be sore tomorrow." She then turned to one of the other medical professionals in the room, "Let's get Agent Prentiss here up to Med Surge, we need the trauma room freed as soon as possible. Oh, and page neuro for a consult."

The younger man in the scrubs nodded dutifully and then pulled the railing up, getting the patient ready for transport.

Turning her attention back to her patient, the Dr. asked, "Do you mind if I call you Emily?" Her tone was kind, but confident. She could tell immediately that this woman was efficient at doing her job, and though she probably didn't show it often cared about her team as much as she cared about her patients.

Emily liked her immediately, so she answered honestly, "Nope. Not at all."

"Great. So Emily, we're going to move you up to the 3rd floor, and someone from Neurology, which is on the 6th floor, is going to come down and do an exam to assess the severity of your concussion."

Emily made a face, imagining having to sit through an oral exam in which she'd have to rattle off info like the year, and where she was, and what happened to her. She'd been forced to study some neurology in school when learning about psychology. She was annoyed already. "Ugh." She groaned, "Can you just stick me in a scanner?"

Dr. Sussman chuckled to herself, she'd never been through that type of exam herself and it did seem a bit tedious, especially if your brain already hurt. She did think it necessary for her patient though. "Well, we used to send everyone for a CT, but honestly we can't see much other than an obvious skull fracture, which I don't see any indication of. However, if the neurologist sees fit, he may send you for a functional, or fMRI. Typically, we aren't going to expose you to unnecessary radiation though. Especially once we're confident it will most likely heal on it's own."

Emily sighed, trying consciously not to move her head too much to avoid the pain and the mild dizziness that followed every time she did so.

"Once I have a chance to go over your lab results, I'll be following up with the neurologist and be up to review with you the diagnostics and next course of action."

"Meaning, then I get to go?" Emily asked, hopefully.

"We will be getting you out of this hospital as soon as possible, Emily." The doctor smiled at the agent's eagerness to get out of here. That was usually a good sign. She then nodded to the young man who'd uncomplainingly be waiting to move the patient.

As she was being rolled into the hallway, she noticed Morgan was pacing.

"Prentiss!" Morgan practically jumped toward her as he spotted her. "Everything okay?"

"Morgan, I'm fine." She reassured him. "They're just taking me up to the 6th floor-"

"The 3rd floor." The orderly corrected.

"Whatever, " she shook her head. Ouch. "Ugh." She groaned, again, as the stabbing pain, followed by a wave of dizziness hit her.

Morgan kept pace with them as they walked down the corridor. "And what happens on the 3rd floor?"

"They're just gonna do one more test and then I can go." That was pretty much what the doctor said.

He felt like she was leaving something out, so he looked to the orderly to confirm.

The young man shrugged. "Basically."

"See Morgan, it's just a concussion. Nothing serious."

"Prentiss!" she infuriated him sometimes. "A concussion is a brain injury. Brain injuries are always serious."

She could see he was worried, she knew that's why he was reacting this way. She didn't know what took over her, but she knew she wasn't backing down. "How many concussions have you had, Morgan?" she spat.

"We're not talking about me." He fired back.

"Exactly! If we were talking about you, it wouldn't be serious."

Morgan took a deep breath. He knew she was right. He'd be playing off his injuries as well if he were in her place. He put his hands up in surrender. "Okay, I give."

The orderly looked uncomfortably between the two, as he stopped the bed in front of the elevator bank. The tension between the "partners" was palpable. He paused for a moment feeling like he should let them finish. Sensing no movements, however, he pressed the button.

Morgan glanced around, though there was no one else from their team here.

He leaned in closer, it took everything in him not to reach out and touch her face. Lowering his voice, almost to a whisper, he used her first name. "Emily," he said softly hoping she'd know how much he cared. "I just don't like seeing you in pain."

She wouldn't admit it to him, but the pain was not bothering her as much as the persistent queasiness that was settling over her.

She released a shaky breath.

He stayed close.

"Emily." He repeated, and the moment suddenly felt incredibly intimate. They never used each other's first names when they were on the job. They saved that for when they were alone. It helped separate their personal and professional relationships. Which were very different.

Right now though, they seemed to be fading together. The trauma of the accident muddling both of their emotions, making it difficult to separate personal and professional.

There was still a few inches between their faces, she thought for a moment he would close the space between them. She wanted his lips on hers. Suddenly, and badly. Just when she thought he was about to lean in, he pulled back.

"It's Shrader's ex." He stated looking over her shoulder, turning the steamy moment ice cold.

The elevator doors opened.

And just like they were back to work.

A/N: So I've written this story as a 3 chapter piece and I recently wrote a 4th as an epilogue, as I was feeling inspired. Not sure if I'll continue past that, depends on that pesky muse. :) Either way, I wrote this a while back and would love thoughts/feedback. More to come.

xoxo, -C