A/N - Thank you all for taking an interest in this new story, I love you guys so much! In this chapter, I'm gonna let you see a side of Emily no one thought was possible, letting you see the toll this job takes on her. Thanks guys! xoxo Meg
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Emily sighed as she plopped down at her desk, laying her head in her hands. She felt her tears run through the holes between her fingers, imagining her young Jack in the hands of other people. When she felt a hand on her shoulder, her head immediately shot up to see JJ standing above her.
"WHAT?"
JJ's eyes widened at her friend's outburst. "I'm sorry Em, but I thought you'd want to know Garcia is working out a range of where the call was made from."
Emily nodded as she stood, walking over to the group that was huddled in the break room. "What are we doing?"
Hotch turned to Emily to see water leaking from her eyes. He felt his chest tighten as he saw her quickly tried to wipe them from his view. "We're starting to work out a profile of Jack's kidnapper."
"Remember he said that there were two of them. And one was a woman."
Hotch nodded, squeezing Emily's shoulder before picking up a pad and pen. "His voice was muffled, almost like he had a cold or something."
Emily nodded, watching the others as they tried to think. "And the woman. She wasn't on the phone call, and it's not usual for a woman to abduct children like this. She could think of Jack as her child, maybe a replacement for one she lost, or maybe even never had."
Everyone watched as Emily began picking her fingernails, small drops of sweat creasing her brow. Hotch turned to her, watching as her eyes went frantically from member to member. "What are you all looking at?"
"Emily, maybe you should go home and get some rest. You look a little, um… crazy."
Emily's eyes softened as she looked up to Hotch. "Hotch, he's like my son."
"And he IS my son. You think I don't want to get him back?" He took her by the arm and brought her over to the glass entrance doors. "Emily, go home."
She shook her head, her face immediately paling. "No. I want to help find him, Hotch."
Hotch nodded, massaging the back of his neck. "Emily, I know that, but you're going to-"
"I'm going to what? Disrupt the case? Ruin our chances of finding him?" Her eyes hardened as she watched Hotch stare down at her. "Hotch I may be acting like I'm a crazy, delusional mother who would kill to get her child back. And let me tell you, I will kill these bastards if they touch a hair on your son's head. But I will not just sit back, and do NOTHING while you all try and find him!"
Hotch watched as Emily's eyes began to water again, and took her into a hug. Her arms immediately wrapped around his middle, clutching the material of his jacket. "Emily, I admire you so much. Your capability to do anything you set your mind to, and love anyone that comes into your life. I know you want to find him, and you have no idea how much I would love to kill those bastards right now. But, I need you to go home and get some rest, and then come back when you're good and new." He pulled back, seeing tear stains on her cheeks. "It's best for everybody."
Emily nodded slowly, before letting go of Hotch completely. "Make sure you look at the security footage at Jack's daycare." She walked over to her desk and slung her bag onto her shoulder.
When she walked outside the building, she shivered at the cold air that hit her. It was only March, and yet was freezing cold. She pulled her pantsuit jacket tighter around her as she walked to her car, getting in and turning on the heat full blast.
She let the tears silently run down her cheeks as she drove down the streets of the city, every once in awhile glancing up at a picture she had of Jack in the passenger sun visor. He was smiling wide at the photographer, his two front teeth standing out in pride. She felt a sob escape her throat as his innocent eyes were wide with happiness, and she quickly pulled into her building's parking lot.
She ran up the steps to her apartment, quickly busting through her door and running into her bedroom. As she made her way to her closet, she stripped down to her underwear, throwing her messy hair into a high ponytail. She searched through the racks until she found her sluttiest black blouse. She threw it over her head, smirking as her breasts almost fell out of the neckline.
Emily quickly threw on a pair of faded jeans and heels, put on some mascara and walked back out of the house, her bag dangling from her hand.
When she made it to the subway, she lit a cigarette, waiting for the next train to come. She watched the pedestrians run up and down the steps, mostly business men and woman with their briefcases in hand.
She stomped out her cigarette before she boarded the train, taking a seat next to a man in a suit, his Bluetooth in his ear. She quietly tapped him on the shoulder, smirking slightly as his eyes went straight to her chest. "Excuse me sir, but could I bother you for the time?"
He nodded hastily, his eyes still on her chest as he dug his phone out of his pocket. He reluctantly tore his eyes away from her before looking down at his phone. "It's five to noon." When he heard her sigh, he looked up to her face, seeing her eyes go down to her hands in her lap. "Is everything ok, Ms…"
"Oh! I'm Emily." She held her hand out, smiling as the man quickly shook it.
"I'm Bryan."
Emily nodded, scratching her left temple. "I'm alright, it's just…" she moved a little closer, bringing her mouth to his ear. "I work 'part time', you could say, down at Muhller Avenue. You know," she moved a little farther away so he could see her face. "Also known as Prostitute Lane, after hours."
Bryan nodded, smirking at Emily. "Well, may I say, I bet you get a lot of business."
Emily smirked, leaning back in the seat. "But see Bryan, that's the problem. I haven't been getting a lot of business down there lately, and it's just kind of depressing."
Bryan watched as Emily's eyes softened, and his mind sparked. "Well, I don't see why-"
"Have you ever bought a 'date' before, Bryan?"
He shook his head, his breathing picking up as she danced her fingers up his arm.
Emily smiled, watching as his brown eyes continued to go from her face to her breasts. "Would you like one? Since you'd be my first in weeks, I'll make it cheap."
"How cheap?"
"Only four hundred dollars."
Bryan took a small break in time as he thought, before quickly closing up his briefcase, pulling his Bluetooth from his ear. "Where to, Emily? My meeting doesn't start until two."
Emily smiled once again, looking up to see the doors opening. "Follow me."
When they made it downtown, Bryan pulled Emily into an empty alley, sitting her down on a small bench.
"Are you ok?"
Bryan nodded, before setting his briefcase down by his feet. "Would you mind if I asked you something?"
Emily nodded fixing the hem of her blouse. "Sure. What is it?"
"Why are you doing this?"
Emily's eyebrows went up into her hairline as a chuckle escaped her throat. "What do you mean? Why am I a prostitute when I'm not at my real job, or why did I choose you?"
"Why are you a prostitute? I mean, you are beautiful, and I still can't believe you haven't gotten a lot of business, but you look as if you have a lot of potential."
Emily felt her heart sink down to her stomach. "I don't know."
Bryan scoffed as Emily's eyes softened. "Ok, I know that's a lie."
Emily nodded slowly, her eyes drifting down to her hands in her lap. "It's just… I come out and, well, do this," she motioned to her body before sighing. "Whenever I have a hard time at work. I mean, I work in law enforcement, and it's… I mean I-I…"
Bryan moved closer to Emily, pulling her to him, seeing she was crying. He held onto her shoulders as she looked at him. "What is it?"
"A child, who is like my son, got kidnapped this morning and my boss wont let me work the case today because he thinks I'll let my emotions get in the way."
"Well, Emily maybe that's-"
"I need to find him!"
Bryan nodded, pulling Emily into a hug. "Is there anything I could do for you?"
Emily nodded against his shoulder, pulling back and wiping her eyes. "Come with me so I can get something? It's the only thing I've found comfort in since I was a teenager."
Bryan gave a small smile as he stood up with her, letting her pull him out of the alley, and into a new one. Except, this one wasn't empty. There were at least a dozen junkies, each either smoking, or injecting themselves. He stood by Emily as she made her way over to a man next to the dumpster. "Johnny?"
The man looked up from a girl sitting next to his feet, and smiled at Emily, showing he only had six teeth, two which were rotted. "Emmy girl! I haven't seen you in-like a week!"
Emily smiled before giving him a small hug. "Well, this is Bryan."
Johnny held his hand out to Bryan, who shook it and gave him a hesitant smile. "Listen, hold that briefcase close to you, bud. Someone in here will try and take it."
Bryan instinctively held it to his side, causing Emily to giggle. "Johnny, I need some."
"Tough case, babe?"
"Extremely."
Johnny, nodded, shoving his hand into his pocket before taking it back out, handing her a small bag consisting of nine crack pipes. "Only one hundred for you, sweets."
Emily smirked before reaching into her purse, and handing him the money. She quickly took the bag and shoved it into his purse, before grabbing Bryan's hand. "Thanks Johnny."
They made their way back out onto the street, letting people pass them by. She turned to Bryan, who was looking at her quizzically. "Come smoke it with me?"
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
Emily nodded, feeling her heart begin to race. "It's the only thing that can bring me relief. At least for a little while." She felt small tears prick her eyes as her mind glanced back to a smiling Jack, before she looked up to Bryan, who had true admiration in his eyes. "Please?"
