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Too many voices and too many people trying to bring me down ~ She Wants Revenge
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Clyde had worked over time for a week and half, after he got wind of Lauren Reynolds and Ian Doyle's wedding planning, Emily had made sure to leave a trail, he had one month before that date and he was going to make sure that day never came. So many people were involved, so much paper work, Tsia was easily his best worker.
"Emily will never marry anyone unless I am the maid of honor," were her exact words before she buried herself in work, they had to make an arrest, they had to have enough information to lock up Doyle and kill Lauren.
Jeremy was working on Lauren's escape plan in case they couldn't arrest him, they'd stop the wedding for sure.
And it was in that morning that he got his fax.
"Tsia," was all he said as he saw the approved stamped over there profile. Tsia jumped up and all but tore the paper out of his hand.
"Oh thank god," she said and immediately called Sean to update him and plan to meet Emily.
"Jeremy, how are we on killing Lauren?" He smiled as he signed some papers and started faxing them.
"I think we're ready, Tsia, we need a car." She smiled back, "Let's bring our girl home."
Emily had been debriefed and kept in a room for over three hours and she was doing well, passing on a great deal of information, filling the holes that they had missed in certain points. She had been told how Lauren was going to die and how they had Doyle's men watching the building, she was a gun runner after all, they had to make all of this convincing. Tsia and Sean were supposed to take her in car ride that Lauren wouldn't survive.
Doyle's men were supposed to her a "private" conversation between officers on how Lauren refused to talk and had attacked one of the men transporting her to her new prison. Doyle would remember Lauren fondly of the women who would literally die before betraying his trust.
But Emily was getting impatient, all her training to her she was fine, that there was nothing wrong, her gut was telling her that Lauren had to die soon. She had to move, the faster Lauren died the faster she could get to Declan, she needed Tsia and she needed her now. Finally after ten minutes of pacing the door opened and she saw Tsia right before she rushed over. So suddenly she was hugged and touches in her hair.
"I like this color," Emily laughed long and hard.
"It's good to see you too, Tsia." She grinned at her and she grinned back, she could trust Tsia, Tsia was her best friend, Tsia wouldn't fail Emily.
"Tsia, where did they take the staff?" Tsia looked at her with questioning eyes and she tried telling her in a look that this was important and Lauren's death could wait few minutes. Tsia nodded her understanding, Emily didn't give her specifics, Tsia didn't want details, she wouldn't be able to betray her if she didn't know.
After a few phone calls it was set up, she would meet Declan in the states when it was safe, Tsia could shuffle paperwork like magic, and now for her final trick, "Lauren Reynolds died in car accident. Lauren Reynolds is dead."
The hearing with the committee was grueling, relieving some of the worst moment of their lives and the pain and loss of Emily Prentiss all over again. Neither Dacey or Declan custody were mentioned and she was glad, she still had to work out a few details with Tom. Garcia had with a little help of the Ambassador brought Emily back to life, and with the help of Hotch and his skills she had altered her trust fund to include Dacey and Declan. Everything was falling into place, all they needed was the committee to see reason and let them get on with their lives.
Then Strauss gave her them the news, the relief was swept across the room. Then she asked Emily if she wanted to come back, she hadn't been sure. She had so much to take care of and to do, she wasn't exactly sure what she wanted to do with her new found life.
She wasn't the girl who had defeated Ian Doyle and wanted to do more good in the world and join the BAU, she'd come a long way from that. But she agreed to come back after that moment of hesitation.
And now the aftermath at Rossi's. He insisted everyone be there, like a family.
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The night had being going on without a hitch, the initial awkwardness was slowly making it's way out the door as Garcia and JJ made plans for play dates and shopping trips. Spencer was talking to Hotch about the merits of The Beatles, The White Album, but it was Rossi that had caught her attention. He was staring directly at Morgan, not even to try the fact that he was watching hold Dacey, she smiled at his over-protectiveness.
She should have seen the shift coming but she wasn't watching like Rossi was.
Morgan handed her Dacey and came up to Rossi before she could stop the confrontation it had begun.
"I'm not going to hurt her," came the too loud accusation. Rossi's face was passive but he's voice sarcastic.
"I doubt that." Morgan's face twisted in anger and he paced.
"I'm not exactly happy about all of this but I'm getting past it, Rossi." Emily hadn't realized she was reaching for my purse until she had it in her hand.
Morgan wouldn't hurt Dacey, Emily was sure of that. But there was growing sense of danger growing.
"You see what I see when I see that girls face, you all do," Morgan had turned his gaze on the team, a few guilty looks crossed faced but Emily ignored them all.
"Rossi," she had found herself in front of the older profiler, "I was made for this."
She paused to collect her thoughts, "Spencer was tortured because he got separated from JJ, that was his only mistake, everything after that was not his choice it was the unsub and he has to live with the consequences of just one action he took for the rest of his life." Spencer's left hand automatically grabbed his right elbow, like he could hide the track marks that were no longer there.
"Penelope was shot for trying to help families find closure and she will always live with that wound and all the people she couldn't save or help and the man who died doing his job protecting her home." Taking a breath she continued, "Morgan, lives with his monsters every day. Decisions he made, things he could have done if he had just a few more seconds. Everyone here has demons. But Hotch" she turned to his for the first time,
"You know what happens when they come after your family. Do you ever wonder what he was thinking after he shot Haley? I did, I walked into that scene and wondered how hard he looked for Jack or when he made the decision to move her to the bedroom. Did he want Jack dead too? When did he make the decision not to kill him but hide?" She turned away.
"Every thing you we has an effect, and I made so many decisions that have haunted me my entire life and things that will continue haunting me until I die," she was talking to the her family, the one who shared all secrets and all burdens.
"I still see them, I see Ian every time I look at Declan and Lauren in Dacey." She stared blankly at the wall.
"Don't you dare say a word about what you see, Derek Morgan, my devils live within my children and I love them, more than you can even imagine, I love them more than air and the ground they walk on."
Emily didn't make the decision to run but she did. Bolted out of the room with Dacey in my hand, her little giggle an odd sound in the stunned silence by the time Derek responded she was out the door and he was left with his hand outstretched.
They could have caught up when she put Dacey in her car seat, it wouldn't have been hard to stop her but they didn't. Emily was pretty sure Rossi stopped them, truly she'd be lost without that man. The only one who didn't hold a grudge against all the actions she had made. He had made bigger mistakes and lived on, she would do the same.
She didn't really know where she was going until she reached the big iron gates.
"I guess we're visiting your dad, little one."
Lauren was fuming in her mind, she didn't want to die and she could care less what Emily had to say to her about it. She had been furious when they had faked Declan's death. It had been three days since he had gotten on that plane and Lauren had been throwing a tantrum in her mind. Migraines, that's what she called them when someone asked what was wrong but Clyde just padded her shoulder and handed her the paperwork. She was ready to be part of the BAU the instant she had resigned the JTF-12 but Lauren had to leave her first. So Emily did the only thing she could think of, she let Lauren out.
For a while Lauren yelled and when she had exhausted every curse that they knew, she gave Emily the silent treatment which left with the most peace she had in weeks that she managed to sleep for about two hours before she awakened again. This time she was heartbroken and Emily's heart broke with her.
"This hardly feels like victory," she told herself and Lauren agreed.
Emily had been sitting on Tsia's grave for about 10 minutes, talking about Dacey and apologizing. Finally, when she couldn't come up with anything else to say, she stood. "I wished you could have met her." Patting the grave she walked on a few more rows and turning to the left.
After what seem to be an eternity of labyrinth turns she found herself at Ian Doyle's grave. He was supposed to be cremated but she couldn't allow Declan not to have a place to see his father again, he hadn't asked her for it but he cried at the grave when she took him to see it. She sat in the mound, the flowers that Declan had awkwardly place in the grave, slowly dying, lay there mocking her.
"You got him," she sighed an adjusted Dacey, she had been asleep this whole time and Emily wasn't sure how long that would last.
"I'm going to tell Dacey the same thing I told Declan about you, that you loved them more than anything in the world," she confessed to the grave and Lauren suddenly appeared in her mind.
"It doesn't mean that you were a good person but you loved them." Lauren wanted her to confess her love her him but Emily didn't love Ian Doyle. She was disgusted with the person he was and the things he had done.
Emily knew the monster that lurked behind his eyes. They reminded her of Frank. Lauren and the children of Jane.
Monsters couldn't love, they tried so hard, obsessed over them but the love wasn't real.
Lauren wasn't real either.
Dacey started to stir, "Goodbye Lauren."
I wanted freedom, bound and restricted. I tried to give you up but I'm addicted ~ Muse
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