Seriously thank you so much to sirens spell her reviews are the best even though while I was reading one in the lineup at Starbucks people were staring at me because I was doing my happy dance (believe me you don't wanna see it). I hope you enjoy this chapter and please review! It will take you 2 minutes tops! PS I've always thought of Rossi as a father figure to Em in case you were wondering while you read this here chapter about his reaction to certain events.

Emily's POV

If my mother thought she could just ship me off to live with some of her friends when she didn't want me she was sadly mistaken. Sure it had happened thousands of times before but this was the last straw. Before I had left for the airport we had a huge argument...again. This one was different though. It started off the same; you know how it goes, Don't drink Emily, Don't party Emily, Don't smoke Emily, Be more like me Emily, Your never good enough Emily. This time she had brought up The Incident. First of all we never spoke of The Incident; kinda like Lord Voldemort. Ya, I know I'm a nerd. Second of all she had the nerve to blame it on me! The Bitch couldn't stop there though she just had to remind me about all the other crap in my life that was my fault.

There were only so many times I could say Yes Mother with a stoic look on my face. Sure she had trained me well, Take it and Keep Your Mouth Shut. That was the mantra she had drilled into my head since I was born. So if anyone ever asked me how I was I would just say: I'm fine. I couldn't handle the pain anymore, I just couldn't. The only useful thing my mother had taught me was how to lie like I was part of the CIA. My lies were flawless; heck two FBI agents had just fallen for one.

I was crouched down in a bathroom stall in the public park across from the mall. Sure they'd find me but it certainly wouldn't be soon enough. It was a disgusting excuse for what it was supposed to be so I figured I fit right in. Soon the cracked floor and water stained ceiling started to swirl around in my head. I remembered when I was a child at the Fleur de la France. It was a huge fair in Paris that was held annually. My nanny at the time had taken me. I went on the spinning tea cups until I couldn't see straight. That was the last though I had as the corners of my world were consumed by an ebbing darkness that had always living in my soul. It clawed its way up to the point where it looked like I was looking down a tunnel; and finally, after my short seventeen years, it filled my eyes and my mind like a cold sheet of ice.

Rossi's POV

When I first saw her I was sure it was over. Her skin was so pale it was grey; the blood that was smeared up her arms and still flowing out her wrists was a stark contrast. My first thought was to call an ambulance, my second;what a horrible place to die. There was an unprecedented stench and a single dingy light bulb that hung from the ceiling precariously. Grim caked the floor and had mixed with the deep red of her blood to make a horrible stain on the side of her body.

I was vaguely aware of Garcia's scream and Hotch yelling at the medics to hurry up. I wasn't quite sure how we got to the hospital but all I knew was the fact I was sitting in a plastic chair without a damn thing to do.

"Emily Prentiss"? It felt eerily similar to this morning. God we couldn't even keep her safe for a day!

"Yes". Hotch asked.

"She's on suicide watch and fully awake now. You may go see her but be careful she's in a fragile mental state."

No shit she got zapped into a teenager and tried to commit suicide; how would you feel?

The door creaked too loudly as we entered. "How are you doing?" JJ asked softly.

"I'm fine."

Sorry it's a short one and please review just incase you forgot or something ;p