Author's Note: Hey guys! I realize that this story is going to be a little bit like Daisyangel's story "Comfort Food and Friends," but not TOTALLY like it. Just putting that out there!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything!
-This morning-
Brrang, brrang!
"Ugh," Emily groaned, waving her hand blindly as she tried to find the 'OFF' button on her alarm clock. It was Sunday morning. Why the hell was it going off at five thirty in the morning?
Oh, right. Maybe because it was Monday…
Emily yawned, stretching her arms behind her head and dragging herself to get out of bed. She twisted the knob on her shower all the way to "HOT" and sighed as the water hit her back softly. She massaged her hair with shampoo then rinsed, proceeding to rub in the conditioner. As she waited for it to settle, she rubbed her body clean with soap. She then rinsed her entire body off, then twisted the knob. She stepped out of the shower and rubbed her hair dry with a towel, then dried her body off.
-Now-
Where the hell am I? Was her first thought.
Then the pain came.
"Perfect. You're awake," a man's voice projected through the room.
"What the hell?" she asked angrily.
"Oh, sweetheart, you don't want to make me angry, do you? No, you don't. So play nice," he growled, swinging his fist at her face. She gasped in pain.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"Dear darling, please don't make me mad."
Emily whimpered as a pain thundered between her thighs.
"What did you do to me?" she breathed heavily.
The man knelt down next to her and touched her hair. She shrunk away and pulled her head back, grimacing.
"You want to know what I did to you? I'll let you know by doing it again," he grinned evilly. She held her breath, wiggling away from him. Unfortunately, the man held her down with one arm.
"Oh, sweetie. Come on. We're gonna have some fun," he mumbled excitedly.
She screamed as he took advantage of her. With every movement, her body seared with pain.
"Please! Stop!" she screamed. Those were her last words before she blacked out from the unbearable pain.
-Meanwhile-
"Pen?" JJ swung into Garcia's 'lair'.
"Yes, my lovely blonde macaroon?" Garcia quipped, swinging around in her chair.
"Where's Em?" JJ asked concernedly.
"I unfortunately do not have an answer for you, dear," Garcia replied.
"Oh, okay. She's never usually late. I wonder where she is…" JJ contemplated out loud.
"It's okay sugar. I'm sure Em will be here soon," Garcia assured. JJ nodded with a doubtful look on her face and bowed out of the room.
"JJ," Hotch said briskly.
"Oh, yeah?" she asked.
"Get the team into SUV's. It's Prentiss," he told her grimly.