Title: Screwed

Author: Femvamp

Description: All the evidence points to Emily but is she a killer? Even she doesn't know for sure.

Disclaimer: Show not mine. Sanity not mine.

The ground was hard beneath her. That was the first thing she noticed when her senses returned to her. The second was that she was cold. She opened her eyes and then slowly got to her knees and then her feet.. She was a sight to be seen if she could see her self, she knew that for sure. That thought at least got past her alcohol ridden brain.

She tested her legs and found she could walk unsteadily as it was. She looked around for a second. A back alley. Figures. She had almost met her end in some random back alley.

Her mother would be so proud.

And all she had wanted to do was get laid.

She hated to drink alone, that's why she came to this bar. The bar wasn't anything special just your normal everyday pickup bar….because she also hated to sleep alone. Not that she did much sleeping, not anymore. None of them did really. They all had excuses of course. Her excuse was that she simply had better things to do.

Like that pretty blonde sitting at the table all by her lonesome.

She sauntered over to the blonde ignoring the fact that she was a little more then drunk. Actually she had been a little more then drunk an hour and three shots ago. Now she was at that special little place where everything looked shiny and new again. Where ugly people were pretty. Where stupid people were smart. She was feeling no pain.

That was about to change.

The pretty blonde had a friend.

A very butch friend.

If she had been a little less drunk she might have apologized and maybe bought them both a drink. They might have even laughed about it but she wasn't sober.

She was stone cold drunk.

And before she knew it Butch had dragged her into the back alley and was beating the crap out of her. She knew she could have fought back. The little voice in her head that was still thinking clearly was screaming at her to throw a punch, dammit. She was an FBI agent for Christ sake. Fight Back!

But she didn't.

She just stood there and took it.

Because she could take it.

And then it was over.

She carefully walked back into the bar and into the ladies room and check her new scars, her new bruises. Amazingly enough Butch had avoided her face. Maybe she had a crush. For a second she was tempted to seek her out and ask if they both wanted to go home with her.

Instead she called a cab and went back to the bar and had another drink.

That stupid little voice in her head told her get while the getting was good.

This time she listened.

JJ always woke up an hour before Will did. It wasn't anything she had planned it just kind of happened that way. She used that time to check on Henry. It was there together time when Will wasn't around. It wasn't that she resented Will because she didn't. It was nice of him to give up his career so that she didn't have to give up hers; it was just that he never let her forget it.

In the hour she spent alone with Henry she tried not to think about the way things used to be. She really did love her life, her boyfriend….fiancée really, and her son. She just couldn't figure out why she was so unhappy.

She thought it might be postpartum depression; she had even gone to see a doctor about it. She had everything she wanted and had no idea why she was so unhappy and empty. Feelings that never seemed to go away. Will just thought she had the blues and that they would go away with time and made it a point to spend more time with her which just made things worse.

This wasn't about him.

The only time she felt really happy anymore was at work, which seemed wrong to her. Her job was looking at the most depraved things people did to one another and that made her happy?

Maybe Will was right, she needed a vacation.

But she didn't want to take it with him.

She just wanted to be alone for awhile and think.

Think about the choices she made.

And the choice she almost made.

Emily walked into Quantico trying hard not to limp. She had almost called in sick but that would have raised more alarms then coming into work with a few bruises would. Bruises she could explain. A hangover she could explain.

Everything else well……

"Damn girl…what did you do last night?" Morgan asked trying to hide his concern.

"I'm not sure." Emily grimaced, "I think I might have gotten hit by a truck somewhere along the line though." She said trying to joke her way out of it.

Emily had used her extra strength makeup to cover the worst of the bruises but she knew that some would show through. It was better to admit she had them then to ignore them. The truck joke would work for now. She would come up with a better answer after a cup of coffee and maybe a swig of the flask inside her ready bag. Ah yes, more booze. Just what the doctor ordered.

Just then JJ walked past them in a hurry. It was the perfect excuse to get out of the second degree Morgan wanted to give her, "Looks like we have a case."

"Don't think this is the end of it." Morgan smiled but then walked away.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Emily shook her head and then followed Morgan.

A case, just what she needed. Just what they all needed. They hadn't been having a very good time of it as of late. Not since the Reaper. Hotch was trying to be a good father to Jack but it was tearing him up inside. It was tearing them all up inside.

"We have three victims of different types." JJ started. "All stabbed."

A local case. It would at least mean she could sleep in her own bed, not that she ever got much sleep anymore. Emily pretended to listen as JJ told them the facts of the case as she usually did. Then JJ put of the picture of the third victim which made Emily want to vomit.

It was Butch.