QUICK WARNING – NOT A WILLIAM LAMONTAGNE FRIENDLY CHAPTER!

"Will!" Emily's head rattled at the volume of her own voice. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" She slurred, trying to focus her vision on the southern male.

"I thought I'd made that pretty obvious." She could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Get the fuck away from me Will!" She screamed, swinging her fist at where she thought he was standing.

"Whoa, pretty lady." The man chuckled at her drunken attempts to fight him off. "What's the problem?"

"What's the problem?" She repeated, yelling it. "You're my best friend's boyfriend and you just kissed me."

"Well you're no angel yourself, Honey." He told her smugly. "You didn't exactly struggle, did you?"

"I didn't know it was you, Asshole." She spat, feeling nauseous and ready to faint. She had to reach for the wall behind her to steady herself. As she leaned against the wall, memories of the kiss they had shared came flooding back to her. The kiss, that had just seconds ago excited her, now sickened her.

"Who did you think it was then, Sweetheart?"

"I don't know." She breathed out. "But I didn't expect it to be you."

"So a random stranger pins you against a wall and starts kissing you and you're okay with that?" He questioned.

"I… No, I see what you're trying to do!" She shouted. "You don't get to judge me for kissing strangers after what you've just done." The brunette held her hands to her head; all this shouting and screaming really wasn't helping her headache, but she was just so angry. "How could you do this to JJ?"

"I haven't done anything to JJ." He told her simply. "She's not going to find out about it, so no harm done."

"The hell she isn't!" Emily launched forward off of the wall barging past the man in front of her, heading towards the door. "I'm telling her right now."

"No, you ain't." Will grabbed her by the arm, pulling her back towards him forcefully.

Somehow Emily managed to get a good swing in her other arm and slapped him across the face, so hard that her hand began to sting.

"Come here, you little Bitch." He gripped tight hold of both of her wrists, dragging her away from the entrance to the party, around the side of the house. Once there he slammed her back against the wall, trapping her hands at the side of her head, as he pressed his lips to hers again. "It's a good thing you're hot when you're angry."

"Get off me!" She yelled, tears escaping her eyes. She knew that if she wasn't so drunk, she could easily beat the crap out of this guy. But as she was, she just didn't have the strength.

He crashed his mouth onto hers once again, this time forcing his tongue inside her. Emily bit down hard, causing Will to release his tight grip on her and stagger backwards.

Emily Prentiss gathered all the strength she could, as she sprang forward throwing her fists in every direction, landing a few punches.

Will took a few punches, snickering to himself, before he stopped her attack and backhanded her across the face. His hard hit sent her straight to the grassy floor. She tried to pull herself up, but everything was spinning too much and she just didn't have the energy anymore. She blacked out.

"Emily."

She heard her name being called, but she couldn't find the will power to open her heavy eyelids.

"Emily." The voice called again.

"What?" She called out, her world still spinning and she hadn't even opened her eyes yet.

"Come on, you're coming home with me."

That was the last thing Emily heard before she passed out again.