There's an end for every story

A\N: This took awhile to write. Since few weeks my inspiration seems to have abandoned me. I've read my story from the beginning three or four times while writing this chapter and I came to a conclusion that there is a lack of action... And this is why this chapter will be rated M, mostly because of the sexual content... A sex scene, whoo! It's the first time I wrote a sex scene so please guys don't be too mean!

Rated: M!

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Chapter 6 – Hush little baby

(Emily's place)

The brunette stood still on the doorstep, eyes narrowed. "Mom, what are you doing here?"

Emily noticed her mother's lips curl up, though it was barely visible. "You called saying it was important." The older brunette said in a matter of fact.

"Yes, but I asked you to call me back, not taking a flight from Italy and coming over my place." Emily's eyes were filled with confusion but she was glad to see her mother.

"Oh, I was in DC since last week. I thought it would be nice if we could go eat somewhere tonight and talk about this important thing that you called me about." Elizabeth Prentiss proposed to her daughter.

"Now?" Emily lowered her eyes to her phone and remembered she already accepted to go out with Aaron tonight, but she really needed to talk to her mother.

"I am really busy Emily. It took a lot just to free me for few hours tonight only to see you." The older brunette answered on a tone that made Emily roll her eyes. She hated the way her mother made her feel guilty, only because she had decided to come over her place instead of returning her call. Emily was always happy to see her mother but that was a typical thing for Elizabeth to ruin those moments.

"Alright! I just need to make a call before." Emily replied distant as she took the phone.

"I will wait you in the car." Her mother told her and walked away.

She knew he would understand her. He was the one who had cared so much about her these last months and had convinced her to talk to her mother about her flashbacks. "Aaron..." The phone only rang two times before someone on the other end of the line picked it up.

"Emily, what's going on?" He asked at the same time.

"Can we go out another day, my mother is here and I think it's the only evening I'll have her by myself before she go back to her work." Emily rolled her eyes while she was speaking. She really needed to talk to her mother but she really wanted to be with him too.

"I understand. I'll give you some time alone with your mother. You're coming back to work tomorrow?"

"Yes, I'll see you tomorrow!" She said before hanging up. She took her purse and walked outside her place, not forgetting to lock her door before reaching her mother in the car.

"You should have told me we were going to eat in a such sophisticated place, I would have dressed myself a bit more elegant." Emily said while her eyes wandered to different tables seeing how very chic everyone was dressed..

"Emily, you know me well to know that this is the kind of place where I eat." Elizabeth retorted again with her it's-not-my-fault-it's-yours tone.

The younger brunette just rolled her eyes. She smiled when a black and white dressed waiter came up to them and offered to lead them to a table. Elizabeth took one of the seat as Emily took the other chair opposite her mother. "My name is Xander and I will be your waiter for the evening." The young blond haired male introduced him. "I will leave you few minutes to choose your meal but before I go, would you like anything to drink?" Emily listened him as her eyes scanned the blond haired waiter from head to toe. She found it funny how striking the resemblance was between the blond haired waiter and her colleague, the Dr. Spencer Reid. He had the same tall and thin shape and this habit of speaking very fast as if he was in his own world talking to himself. Emily liked to tease her friend about how he should speak to everyone and not just himself when he was stating facts and statistics.

"Do you have anything good to suggest us?" Emily's mother asked bringing the female FBI agent down to earth.

Spencer Reid's look-alike smiled as he took the wine list. "May I suggest our best Port wine, a 1970 Fonseca?" He paused to let the brunettes think few seconds.

"We'll have that!" The Ambassador Prentiss exclaimed with a convinced look. The waiter turned his head to Emily and shot a is-this-okay-for-you-as-well look. Emily gave him a quick nod of agreement before he turned his heels and walked away. "What do you think I should chose..."

Emily stopped listening her mother knowing that she didn't need her opinion and that she would probably chose the opposite of what she would have suggested her. The young brunette blew a sigh and looked the menu. She wasn't very hungry but had accepted her mother's invitation only because she needed her to tell her the truth about all these flashbacks. After few minutes of debating whether she should go for a salad or pasta, she opted for a classic green salad.

While the waiter came back with their Port wine, he took their order and left them after saying this shouldn't be long. "So, Emily, what important thing you wanted to tell me?"

Emily stared her mother few seconds and released the breath she was holding, not sure where she should begin. "I've been visiting a part of my souvenirs, lately and strangely they're all about you." She paused thinking her mother would say something but didn't. "I remember you having a talk with grandpa on the phone. You said that you felt awful for what you'd done. I also heard you made grandpa promise that I should never know what happened..." Before she could ask the question that burned her lips, Elizabeth Prentiss widened her eyes but narrowed them seconds after. In this short time, Emily thought seeing fear across her eyes, or maybe it was shame. She wasn't sure.

"I have never had such a discussion with your grandfather. You probably heard it wrong. As you said, it's a souvenir and you know that sometimes they can mix up." The older brunette retorted on a defensive tone. Emily perceived a tremor in her mother's voice, she knew she was lying.

"Maybe, but it wasn't the first time. I've caught you talking with a certain Mike about that thing you've done. Who's Mike?" She asked gamely and waited to finally have the answer she's been looking for since few months.

"Emily, that is not of your business!" Elizabeth shot a cold look at Emily.

"Yes it is," Emily continued. "You're hiding something from me and it affects me!" She hadn't noticed that Xander, the waiter was standing right next to her holding a tray with their plate. The blond stared the brunettes awkwardly before setting their meal down on the table. "Thank you." Emily added looking the waiter with an apologizing look. He gave her a nod before walking away. Her eyes connected with her mother's again. "Mom," Her voice begged for an answer but her mother looked away and took a bit of her pasta meal. "Mother, I want the truth. Please tell me..."

"The truth is that you are overreacting for something that does not concern you."

"But..."

"No but, Emily. I don't want to talk about this anymore." She harshly cut her off. "Let's just enjoy this meal, shall we?." She took another bit and looked away to mumble something that Emily couldn't figure out.

Emily rose from her chair and shot a black look to her mother. She was tired of this stupid relationship with her mother. "You can enjoy it alone, I'm out of here!" She hastily retorted before turning her heels and walked away. She thought her mother would've tried to catch her up or at least called her name to stop her from going but when she turned, her mother was sipping on her glass. Frustrated, she pushed the door open. "Oh great!" She said to herself. She had forgotten that she came with her mother's vehicle. Her place wasn't that far from the restaurant when you were driving but it was at least an half hour of walk from here. She exhaled a long desperate sigh and started to walk.

It was only a quarter past nine and Spencer had done nothing relevant today but thinking about her. He didn't want to wait until Monday. He wanted this to be settle now. The chestnut haired man walked over his phone but before he could press any button, it rang. He checked the screen and hesitated to answer. He finally pushed the button on and brought the phone to his ear. "Hey, Raellie..." He exclaimed with an uncomfortable voice.

There was a silence before the brunette began to speak. "Spencer, I'm sorry I didn't want to bother you. I'll just call another time." She apologized when she heard that his voice sounded a bit annoyed.

Spencer frowned in concern when he noticed how broke Raellie's voice seemed. "Raellie, what's wrong?"

"N-nothing. I just wanted to talk to you." She paused, unsure of what she was about to ask. "Can I... Can I see you?" She stammered with her broken voice.

Reid knew something was wrong. He had still few doubts about her but he couldn't let her alone in this state. He felt like if he had to look after her. He wanted to be with her, now more than ever. He gave her his address as Raellie thanked him and hung up. When he put the phone down on his kitchen table, he quickly scanned his place. He sighed when he noticed few shirts lying on his bedroom floor. He walked over and put them in his clothes basket.

As an hour passed, he started to wonder if Raellie would really come and then an awful image of her being killed or kidnapped or something else even worse took place in his head. What if something bad happened to her? He may have some suspicion about her but he really cared about her. Actually, he was falling for her and maybe this was why he'd became so nervous about her. Maybe this was because he was falling in love with her but was afraid to admit it...

The sound of his doorbell snapped him out of his thought. He made his way to his front door and opened it. Raellie stood opposite him. As Reid eyed the brunette, he narrowed his eyes and lowered them. His worry grew bigger when he noticed bruises on her wrist. He straightened his head and bore his look into her. "What happened?" He asked her with a genuine concern.

"Can I come in?" She answered him with a question. Spencer stepped aside to let her in and they both headed to his living room. As he sat, he made her a sign to join him. Raellie reached him and sunk into his couch and released the breath she'd been holding. She lowered her head and started rubbing her damaged wrist. "Today wasn't a very good day." She began as she raised her eyes to look at him.

"You want to talk about it?" He proposed with a reassuring smile. Spencer brought his finger up to her curly raven bangs and swept it away behind her ear.

"I told you, sometimes this work can be a hell! Today's a great example." She stopped and eyed Spencer. He nodded as if he wanted to encourage her to carry on. "I've had a call from this teenage girl who begged me to come over because her father had hit her again."

"What did you do?" He asked with both concern and curiosity at once.

"I had to signal it to the police. So I called them." She made a pause and Spencer noticed fear across her look. When he saw how lost and scared she was, he couldn't help but pull her into a comforting hug. Raellie seemed hesitant but let herself sink into his arms after few seconds. "She just had forgotten to tell me that he was drunk and extremely aggressive. He didn't really got the time to hurt me badly but..." She stopped mid sentence as if she wanted him to say something which he did when he noticed the sudden silence.

"Are you okay? What happened to the girl and the father? Are you okay?" As soon as the words were out, he realized he had asked twice the same question. Raellie didn't respond him straightaway but Spencer saw an unsure movement on her lips that could be interpreted as a smile.

"I'll be fine, Spencer!" She said blowing a quiet giggle. "The father's been arrested. And as for the girl, her aunt will take charge of her." She breathed a sign before carrying on. "I'm just glad this day is over..."

Raellie straightened her body to sit back in her initial position. When she raised her head, her lips were only few inches from his. They both instantly felt a warmth wrapping them. Shudders traveled along their body. They stood still a moment looking into each other' eyes. Spencer slowly neared his head a little bit more and stopped to see if Raellie would backed away but when she didn't, he neared even closer until his lips laid on hers.

A jolt of pleasure shot through Spencer's body as he explored passionately Raellie's mouth. When they pulled apart, they glanced each other few seconds as if to recover their senses. The temptation of desire started to grow inside them like wind blowing on a fire. They couldn't resist each other any longer. Raellie rolled on Spencer and they started kissing again. Their tongue waltzed on a melody of their two thumping hearts while hands started to travel along their body. Spencer started to unbutton her burgundy shirt from the bottom as Raellie's hands were exploring under his shirt.

As they helped each other to get undress, the chestnut haired man ran his hands on the brunette's back looking for the clip of her cherry red bra. An average but voluminous pair of breasts appeared as Spencer threw her bra on the floor. They caressed every part of their body, shivering of excitation.

Spencer slowly straightened his naked body and rose from the couch to lead them into his bedroom. Raellie laid on the bed while Reid was putting a condom on his erect sex. He turned over and hovered on top of her, running his hands on her arms, her breasts... They started kissing again when Raellie let out a moan of pleasure. Spencer was inside her. he pounded few times into her as Raellie stuck her nails in his back making few red lines.

Raellie let out another moan a little bit louder this time. She'd just came and a smile ran on her lips when she felt Spencer's body stiffen letting a moan of pleasure. He pulled out of her and threw the condom into the basket next to his bed and rolled on his back as Raellie laid her head on his chest.

The night hadn't go as he expected but this was better than anything he had imagined. He gave her a kiss on the top of her head, feeling completely happy.

She was only a couple of minutes from her apartment but decided to check the time on her cell phone anyway. It said a quarter to ten. When she was about to pocket it back, a noise from behind her caught her attention. As she turned, she noticed a man who bent over in front of a car to pick up his keys. Emily released her breath and started to walk again. She chuckled inwardly when she thought she had been followed. As she finally reached her building, She went to the front door and opened it. Once inside, she headed to the elevator and got into it. Glad to be finally arrived, she pulled out her keys from her purse and put it in the lock.

When Emily turned her key, she suddenly felt a strong pair of arms pulling her backwards. She gave a kick into her door as her purse flew further. The attacker kept dragging her backward while the brunette fought against his grip, the man lost his balance. He let go of her when they both hit the floor. Emily got back on her feet very fast and rushed to her door. The unknown grabbed one of her feet and she found herself lying face down once again. As he got on his feet, he pulled Emily up with him and threw her violently into the wall. She didn't even get the time to turn around that she felt his fist connecting with her jaw. She let out a small whimper of pain but remained on her feet. She quickly turned her head to her door, where his attacker stood, then to the staircase a little further.

She cursed inwardly for not carrying her glock with her. She never thought she'd been attacked here. She blinked her thought away when the colossus' arms wrapped her waist and yanked her entire body back. She continued to struggle against him while he dragged her toward the staircase. He hastily pushed the door open then tightened his grip around Emily's waist. The brunette felt like if her ribs were about to broke and when she heard something cracked inside her, she let out a shriek of pain.

The broad unknown loosened his grip. He placed one of his big hand on Emily's mouth and the other reached his pant pocket. She couldn't make out what he had pulled out of his pocket but she soon figured it out when she felt the icy metal of a blade pressed against her throat. The hand placed on her mouth moved up to her forehead to immobilize her head entirely. "What a wonderful woman you became." A deep male voice echoed in the staircase.

"Who are you?" Emily rose her leg and kicked in the air to make him lose his balance. His attacker didn't flinch but started to get annoy by her agitation and slammed her in the nearest wall.

As he pressed his body against her to stop her from to struggle, he neared his lips to her ear. She could feel his breath down her neck. "Your mother is a terrible liar, don't you think?" He took a full fist of her hair and yanked her head back to placed the knife back on her throat. "You know me Emily..." He brought his head closer to her again and started to sing into her ear. "Hush little baby, don't say a word, Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird. If that mockingbird don't sing, Daddy's gonna buy you a diamond ring..."

Emily's eyes grew bigger and a wave of panic traveled along her body. No, it couldn't be... She put her feet against the wall and pushed as hard as she could. The stranger loose his balance again and quickly connected with the ground. Emily tried to remain stood but her foot slid and she found herself falling down in a flight of stairs. Her head hit more than once the cold metal of the stairs. As her body finally finished racing down, she hit the concrete fourth level ground. She tried to move but every part of her body was screaming pain. She felt an atrocious sensation of burn in her stomach which cause her to let out another whimper of pain. Emily turned her head to the ground and noticed that an important pool of blood had started to form near her head. She tried in vain to move once more before the darkness consumed her and she allowed her mind to drift away.

While one is in heaven, the other is in hell...

Here's what happens when there's a lack of action in my stories! Hope you enjoyed it! I'd love to hear what you think about the story so far!
CalleighJ