Now the dark begins to rise

Save your breath, it's far from over

Leave the lost and dead behind

Now's your chance to run for cover

Emily let out a small sigh of relief as she entered the FBI building. She stuck a small smile on her face and walked placed past Penelope Garcia, who knew Emily's past a little more than the others did. She laid a hand on Emily's shoulder and pulled her into her office area. Emily looked at her with a raised eyebrow-a look she had quick adapted from Hotch, but didn't say anything.

"What's after you this time?" Garcia asked, frowning. "And don't you dare smile and say nothing. I'll know your lying." Emily sighed and gestured to a computer.

"Look up everything you can on the Slenderman." Emily said, touching her side, where she had gotten hurt running. Garcia noticed the movement and dragged Emily to Hotch's office. "He shouldn't be here. He should be-"

"Should be where?" Hotch asked, and Emily flushed.

"With Jack?" She asked and Hotch shook his head. Emily blinked her eyes and looked at her side, which was becoming a pink color. Hotch looked too.

"Garcia, get her to a hospital." He said. "I'll talk to her later."

I don't want to change the world

I just wanna leave it colder

Light the fuse and burn it up

Take the path that leads to nowhere

All is lost again

But I'm not giving in

I will not bow

I will not break

I will shut the world away

I will not fall

I will not fade

I will take your breath away

"She'll be fine." The doctor told Hotch. "She just needed some stitches as she can get back to work soon, although she was talking a lot about a Slender Man."

Hotch nodded. "Thank you."

When the doctor walked off he went into where Emily was. She was staring up at the ceiling, tapping her feet together absentmindedly. He cleared his throat and Emily looked at him.

"Hi." She said. She saw Hotch glare slightly and she flinched, knowing where the conversation was going.

"What in the hell where you thinking?!" Hotch asked, checking his voice. "You knew this Slender Man was after you after you saved Jack!"

"I was thinking I wanted to get the hell away from my apartment when he tried to kill me in it." Emily answered calmly. "And I'm sorry, but running was the only thing I could think of. Sort of-"

"An impulse, I know. But you could have-"

"Could have what? Hid whilst he searched my apartment? Shot him? What could I have done?" She huffed through her nose and looked at the wall behind Hotch. "I know it was a bad idea, but I didn't have another choice. So I ran." Hotch nodded slightly and turned to leave the room.

And I'll survive, paranoid

I have lost the will to change

And I am not proud, cold-blooded fake

I will shut the world away