A new story! It's dark but bare with it - if you know my other stories you will know me I'm a promoter of drama but also fluff and Jemily romance - so please don't be put off by what you read below! Reviews make me happy :)
Phones were ringing of the hook, people running around talking frantically to each other but JJ was lost to the world. Reid stood in front of the geographical profile muttering words at the speed of light while Rossi and Hotch listened carefully and added input. She hadn't lived now for nearly two days. The room was filled with a sense of urgency. A sense of fear for the two profilers that had been taken while out on the field and while Jennifer Jareau wanted to help she found herself too stunned to think or move. She was struggling enough to remember to breathe. All she could think about was the last time she had seen her girlfriend alive. The last time she had seen her laugh, seen her relaxed, seen her unafraid in comparison to how she would be right now.
"We'll find them," Garcia sniffed out tearfully staring forward. She was waiting. Waiting for the team to give her something more to search until then the bursts of random sobbing and pen tapping would continue. "And you know they will keep each other safe. My chocolate hunk would never let anything happen to her."
The room was dark, damp and freezing. It had been years, days, hours...they had both lost track. There was no sunlight, no windows, no fresh air. No way to gauge time except for physical signs. Morgan still had no hair, facial or otherwise so it couldn't be years, not yet anyway though she felt like years had been taken off her life in a matter of days.
They were best friends; she trusted him with her life and literally had. She trusted him as he beat her around. She trusted him has he followed orders from the unsub. Anything to keep each other alive long enough to be found. Anything that would keep her alive long enough to get back to freedom, to life, to JJ. Would she get JJ back? Would her girlfriend be able to look at her, touch her once she knew what had just happened? She didn't know what to think or feel. She should feel vulnerable, violated, scared but it wasn't a stranger. It was Morgan. She had allowed him to do it. She had fought or struggled, just cried silently. She was heartbroken for him, as much as she was for herself. It would possibly even affect him more than it would her. Yet when he reached forward to touch her bare shoulder she couldn't help but flinch.
"Sorry," he whispered out pulling back, "Emily..."
Gun shots overshadowed his cracked voice as he stopped and looked towards the door to their prison. Banging, crashing, shuffling...and then voices. The door opened. It couldn't be happening. Finally they were safe? All she could do was stare blankly at her boss standing before her in Kevlar.
"No Rossi," JJ exclaimed fighting against him, "I need to see please," she cried out. "I just need to see her with my own eyes!" She pushed him off and hurried through the door towards her boss, a sob filling her throat as she saw them both alive. Her girlfriend was alive.
As the medics rushed forward to attend the two profilers it was only then JJ took the opportunity to study the situation more clearly. All she could really focus on was the blood. Emily had obviously had suffered a lot worse, visible bruises, cuts, swelling. But what scarred her more was that uneasy feeling that was spreading in her stomach as she watched her zombie-like girlfriend and friend be taken out the room by medics.