How To Save A Life…

M: Here's Chapter 4!

(Normal POV)

It had been three days and twos nights since Reid had walked up to Prentiss's home, the same three days and two nights since he told her that he knew about what had happened to her… it was also on that same night that they had almost slept together.

They were still working on the case, meaning they were short of one agent, making their days a little longer and harder. Reid had just returned from another failed questioning with Rossi, when Hotch noticed the redness and tiredness in his subordinate's eyes and told him to rest up, since the night before he took on the night shift and was still working. Without hesitating, the young profiler went inside the meeting room, where he lay on the small couch and slowly let himself drift off into sleep.

(Flashback of two nights ago…)

After being let into her apartment, she closed the door and offered him a drink, to which he refused, while she poured another glass of brandy. Sighing heavily he took the glass away and told her that what he had to say was serious, making her sit in a comfy chair, while he sat on the couch.

"Now… Tell me what the good doctor has to say"

"I knew someone who drank her pain once… the next night she shot someone in cold blood. That was the agent you replaced Emily. What I'm trying to say is this, since we've taken over the case, you've been distant and now you're drinking your emotions away. Just like Elle did! I know what happened to you and your fiancée twelve years ago!"

"…Get out… you and Garcia probably hacked into my sealed file didn't you!" She snapped at the agent.

"Just listen to what I ha…"

"I don't want anyone's sympathy, just get out! I knew Hotch was going to do this, hence why I didn't trust him since the case started! But you of all people Reid, I thought I could trust you…"

"You can trust me Emily, that's why I came over here, to tell you that you have friends to talk to and confine with. Just talk to me, please" he had his puppy eyes on, which Emily couldn't say no to.

"We had just had an early honeymoon, since by the time we would have arrived home; I'd have to start my first day in as a FBI agent. Anyways… the person on the latest video, the bomber, was the man that had pulled the gun on me and told us to get into the van. They covered hour heads and when the bag was removed, I was in an icy room, empty room, where they kept accusing me and fiancée that we were American spies… I don't know how many times I've told him that I was here on a honeymoon, but he just kept torturing me… then I was raped, repeatedly… almost reaching month seven of my torture later, they dumped my body along with the corpse, I was too weak… then the rescue team arrived, which was leaded by Hotch and they counted five dead hostages… they say he didn't make it… and now you know the story so get out… you got what you came to hear for doctor so please leave me alone" she then got up and tried to head towards the door for him to walk out off, when out of the blues the door was shut quickly and hard, making a loud noise.

Emily turned only to see Spencer Reid looking right into her eyes, deeply. She was now breathing heavily when she saw how close their face and lips were from each other. He then slowly closed the tiny gap between. They both felt the sparks in that gentle kiss, which slowly turned more passionate by the second, until both them both needed to back up and fill their lungs with air.

Slightly panting, they still had their eyes locked onto one another. Emily then pulled him back for another passionate kiss, without realizing that she had pushed him against the nearest wall, making him grunts. Before long they had both made it to the couch, with most of the clothing hitting the floor. She had pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles, while he removed her red blouse from her.

"No… I'm sorry Emily" was all he told her, before he gathered himself up and walked out. Prentiss got dressed again and just sat on a high chair on by the island in her kitchen, where she just poured herself a full glass of brandy and let her emotions out.

(End Of Flashback …)

This was enough to awaken Spencer from his sleep, he felt bad enough at how things got out of control at Emily's place, but what made him feel worse was how he had reacted and left her home. He grabbed his phone and decided to make contact with her by texting.

"Can we talk?" he sent her.

"Reid, you ready to start working yet?" Morgan asked, after he walked in with a cup of coffee.

"Can you give me another five minutes and then I'll meet you up at the car"

"Sure thing man" he told him, before walking out again.

~X~

It had been almost four hours since Reid had went back to work with Morgan and has sent Emily about 20 text messages, which she replied to none. Derek had noticed something bothering his friend.

"Hey you hungry yet man, 'cause I could use a burger right about now, it's almost dinner time anyway"

"Sure, why not"

After they had placed their orders, Morgan asked Reid why he was acting so distant and over willingly doing more work than usual.

"I… uh… I … I almost slept with Emily…" he muttered under his breathe, while focusing his eyes onto the floor.

"Oh… wait almost? What happened… not the XXX part I mean what were you doing at Emily's place?"

"I saw the same thing in her behavior as I saw in Elle's and I just had to make sure she wasn't drinking… and she was drinking"

"Okay that answers part one, now here's another thing I need to ask you… what do you mean by almost?" he asked him with a sly grin, trying to lighten the mood.

"I walked out when things started to get serious… I didn't want to take advantage and I should have said that instead of walking off"

"Reid listen, give her some time. We really need you on this case man. We already lost Emily because of Hotch's reasons' so please focus on working" he told him in a sincere voice.

~X~

It was almost 11 pm when Emily decided to not delete the latest text message Dr. Spencer Reid had sent her. She flipped her phone open and read it.

"I am sorry, you know I am. We need to talk & clear the air. Hear me out, that's all I ask. Please reply"

After re-reading the message, Emily was about to reply to his message, when her phone rang and she pressed the talk button.

"Hello?"

"It's so good to hear your voice again, my love" said the man on the other side of the phone line.

"… Kazim?" she said in a bare whisper, before the call suddenly ended. Prentiss then speed dialed Hotch's number.

"Hotchner"

"Hotch, its Prentiss… I just got a call from Kazim… my dead fiancée" she told him in a very serious, yet shocking tone.

~X~