Hey! I'm so sorry I didn't post sooner! I feel so bad because you all have been so extremely nice, I could just cry with happiness everytime I get one of your reviews for this story! You all keep me motivated!
Nothing major in this chapter, but I myself realized how a woman can so easily get dragged into a relationship like this, no matter how strong you are.
I'm going on a short weekend vacation so the earliest I can post is on Monday or Sunday Evening! I'm sorry you have to wait, because I know what happens in the next chapter already! There will be another incident and maybe some help for her this time!
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"You had no right to take me away like that!" Emily yelled at Harvey when they entered her apartment.
Harvey moved quickly at her stopping inches away from her face, backing Emily into a wall. Pointing his finger at her he said, "I had every right! You are mine Emily!"
"You can't do this!" Emily yelled back.
Harvey slapped Emily across her face. The pain was almost unbearable; overtop the soreness that was already there. Involuntary tears came to her eyes and she sunk to the floor.
"I've got to get back to work." Harvey said straightening his suit.
"What about me?" Emily said meekly, holding her face.
"I'll be sure to tell them you quit." He smiled.
Emily's voice was shaky and tears were spilling from the corners of her eyes, "You can't do that. They'll know something is wrong."
"No they won't. I'll tell them you decided to quit and be homemaker. I'll announce that we got married and we were well off, enough for you to stay home. Besides if anyone finds out otherwise, I'll be sure your friends will suffer for it."
"You wouldn't?"
"I would. So I suggest you go along with my little plan."
Emily stood back up, "And what if I'm not here when you get back?"
"Then I'll hunt you down and it won't be pretty when I find you. It will be easy to make people believe you're insane and I'll have you committed or better yet I could just kill you." Harvey cleared his throat and walked out the door, just before he shut it he said, "Oh and don't try to kill me. A self defense plea would never work." And just before the door closed, the last thing Emily heard was his arrogant laughter.
Emily started balling. She cried so hard that she made herself sick. After purging in the bathroom she crawled into a fetal position, on the bathroom rug and fell asleep.
Hotch had a hard time focusing on the task at hand. He was worried about Emily and was trying to figure out a way to make her safe. When the team arrived back at headquarters he still hadn't made a decision about what to do. Before going to his office he went straight to Garcia's lair to check on Emily. He lightly knocked on the door.
"Enter the office of the oracle and expect to be amazed." Garcia said swiveling around in her chair.
Hotch poked his head in and when he didn't see Emily he stepped inside looking around curiously, "Where's Emily?"
"She left right after you all did sir. I forgot this thingy majig at Morgan's desk and when I came back she left this note." Garcia handed the note to Hotch.
Hotch read the note. He got a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, something about it didn't seem right. Hotch looked back towards Garcia, "Thank you Garcia."
"You're most welcome sir, and before you leave please sign this card. It's for Emily."
He nodded and signed his name with a professional get well phrase. After signing the card he left and headed back to his office. He had a feeling Emily didn't write that note and was going to compare it to a signature she left on some paper work.
Emily woke up when she heard someone entering the apartment. Her body ached when she started to move. She moaned, winced and groaned as she got into a standing position. When she opened the door to the bathroom, Harvey was standing on the other side. Emily didn't walk any closer to him. She stood still, clinging to the side of the bathroom door while looking at the tile floor.
"If you're going to be a house wife, I will expect dinner to be done when I get home." Harvey demanded.
Emily barely glanced at him, before looking back at the floor, "I'm sorry, I fell asleep."
"That is no excuse, so go fix me some dinner while I get comfortable."
"Okay." Emily said feeling defeated. She never understood why abused women didn't fight back, but now she did. She was afraid, What's happened to me? How can I go from being a strong FBI agent to a defenseless nobody?
Harvey noticed that she didn't move right away to make his meal. "Go! Now!" He yelled pointing towards the kitchen.
Emily cringed. She nodded and quickly, short stepped to the kitchen. This was her life now, cooking, cleaning and answering his every beck and call. What about my friends and the person I use to be? I wish somebody could help me, but if I make a call he could hit me, if someone comes to the door, he could hit me or if I say anything other than what I'm supposed to, he could hit me. My life is over. Accepting her new role, Emily wiped away a stray tear and got to work.
Hotch had the evening with Jack but he wasn't up to much more than sulking. Instead of enjoying Finding Nemo with his son, he was staring at the wood work on the mantle. His thoughts wandered thinking about the beautiful, intelligent woman he looked at so often through his office window.
Hotch was remembering the second time he had a conversation with her, "This isn't a whirl Agent Hotchner. I belong in this unit and all I'm asking for is the chance to show you that."
Hotch remembers the distinct look she had on her face and the passion he felt in her voice. How could he say no? The sad thing is, is that Emily wasn't that person anymore and she needed help.
Hotch felt someone crawling into his lap.
"Daddy?"
Hotch smiled at his son, and wrapped his arms around him. "Yeah buddy?"
"What's wrong daddy?"
What kind of a father am I? I'm too distracted to even be engaged with Jack, it's bad enough that I hardly get to spend time with him and now I can't even make it a conscious effort. Hotch wasn't one for lying and said,"I'm just feeling a little sad."
"Why daddy?"
"Well buddy, I have a friend who is hurt and I don't know what to do?"
"Fix it and you won't be sad anymore."
The kid has a point, you could just fix it. Waltz right over to her apartment and drag her out of there, but what if she doesn't come? If she stays then you've only hurt her worse. There is no way that she would stay, unless he's threatened her. What am I going to do? Something wasn't right about her leaving today and I know she didn't write that note. Hotch sighed.
"It will be okay daddy." Jack said wrapping his arms around Hotch's neck.
"Thanks buddy; you've made me feel better already." Hotch said squeezing back warmly, I bet Emily could use a hug right now, he thought.
A little short, but I wanted to leave you with something before the weekend! Thanks again!