Hello ladies and gentlemen Rose here, thanks to anyone who is following my story. I forgot to add this in my first chapter and it applies to the whole story: I DONT OWN CRIMINAL MINDS. If I did do think Emily would be leaving? Well Ill tell you what, NO! Please forgive me if my characterization is off I was trying to imagine you know who as a teenager and this is what I came up with...
Chapter 2
"Emily Prentiss"? The doctor asked. Hotch nodded a confirmation. " The dart didn't hit her in the heart so the dose was smaller"... He trailed off.
"And"? Rossi questioned with his dark eyebrow quirked.
"She's a teenager". Reid finished before the doctor could reply. Silence had am iron grip on the small waiting room.
Breaking the prolonged silence was the unfortunate doctor. " She's conscious. If you want to see her. I mean I'm sure you want to. But you don't have to. You probably shouldn't leaver her alone though. But no pressure or anything". He finished awkwardly. The poor man seemed to be as shocked as they were. Unsurprisingly Hotch recovered first.
" We'll be right in". The rest of the team murmured their agreements.
She has no memories of her adult life so go easy on her, we told her she fell down a set of stairs and bumped her head. She's in room 1303 on your left and she appears to be seventeen years of age". He paused, a concerned look gracing his face, then turned and left.
"So" Morgan said.
"Uh-huh" JJ mumbled.
Garcia cleared her throat.
Hotch gave them a hard stare. " Are you coming"?
Rossi spoke aloud what everyone else was thinking " We're all just scared to see she'll do, I guess".
"Only one way to find out". An apprehensive Hotch replied.
Emily's POV
My head felt boggy and my heart was racing when I awoke. Startled I reached out to touch one of the several cords attached to my body. While it wasn't the first time I'd woken up in the hospital I was confused. Hadn't I just been at the airport talking on the phone to my mother? A pleasant looking nurse had cleared it up for me. God, I was such a clutz! My face reddened as I thought about all the people that probably saw me fall. Great. Just peachy.
The door creaked and I whipped my head around at the noise causing a small groan to escape my lips as my throbbing head screamed at me. I didn't recognize the small group people walking into my room But from the look of them they weren't hospital personal. There was a tall handsome man in an expensive suit with a scowl on his face that could rival my mothers. Lawyer He was followed by a skinny guy with an oversized sweater vest. Hmm maybe a CEO of some new environmentally friendly toothbrush line? An Italian man in his early fifties. Mob boss? No an author. A girl with clothes secretary on that one. A petite blonde women came in next. Fist grade teacher, she had to be. A dark skinned man with a bald shiny head came in last. Cop.
"Hey Emily" Mr. Uptight Stick up His Ass Lawyer said " we are some of your mother's friends she wanted us to come pick you up".
"I don't think I know you". My dry scartchy voice sounded forign to my own ears.
" Well I'm sure your mother has a lot of friends" Mob boss author said.
I pursed my lips " Can I see some ID and your criminal record check"? I asked raising an eyebrow.
They laughed! They actually laughed at me! Did I look that stupid and childish? "How do I know your not trying to kidnap me"?
Baldy Cop said they wouldn't let kidnappers into the hospital. "You don't know that". I replied evenly.
Stick up His Ass Lawyer pulled out a badge. Damn FBI, I just accused the FBI of kidnapping me and sounded quite immature as I did it. I felt my cheeks burning and I cleared my throat loudly. "That's fine then" I said trying to hold on to a sliver of my demolished dignity. I could feel the pain in my head ease up as the Advil that the nurse gave me kicked in.
"Do you want to go now"? The pretty blonde asked me. I immediately liked her as she didn't laugh at me or talk to me like I was two years old.
"That would be fine". I said keeping my expression neutral. If I learned anything from my mother it was to never let people know what you were thinking.
Garcia's POV
A half hour later we arrived at a safe house. After a particularity painful phone call to Strauss (of course done by Boss Man, the rest of us were too scared although Derek wouldn't admit it) told us (forced us) to take three weeks off and stay away from the bureau because she and I quote " Didn't want us disrupting their organized way of life with our ever irritating issues".
The car ride had been relatively silent and very akward. "So Emily" Dave started "do you have any hobbies"?
I saw her roll her eyes at the small talk out of the corner of my well trained eyes. " Not really". I sighed, that and "it's fine" were the only answers we could get out of her.
An idea struck me, Emily was a teenage girl, all teenage girls liked shopping, so bam! I could take her shopping and make her try on, I mean watch her try on, hundreds of cute little Emily outfits! Now this sounded like fun." Your gunna need some clothes sooooooo..."
"Soooooo... what"? She asked with an expressionless look on her face,
"Soooo do you want to go shopping"? Hotch sent me a reproachful look seeing through my carefully phrased question.
She shrugged "If you want to"
If I had know, at the time, the sort of clothes she was going to buy I wouldn't have been so excited.
Next chapter will be light but the fourth is gunna be a bit angsty. So be forewarned.
