Thanks to my beta once again. sorry for not posting sooner, was revising for my french which I actually kinda fell asleep in and missed half the paper... Half term messes up my sleeping pattern okay. At least I'm not taking it next year. Anyway, here's the chapter, please review thanks guys
Chapter 7
The team sat around the conference table in silence, shocked at the revelation of the UnSub.
'I'll kill him, I swear to God.' Emily spat. 'That, Bast... Sorry Erica. That ass thinks he can mess with my family and get away with it. No way.'
'Okay. We need to go over this profile.' Hotch said, ignoring Emily's outburst.
Hotch nodded at Garcia, and she began the briefing. 'Okay, his name is Peter Jenkins. He's 62, was born in New Jersey to an Anna and Steven Jenkins and dropped out of high school when he was seventeen. He married Ambassador Prentiss when he was 18, and they had our Emily a year later. They divorced when she was only a year old. He went off the grid for a while, popped back up on Erica's birth certificate in '98.'
'I'm going to get some air.' Erica said as she left the room, not wanting to know what was being said.
'Detective, will you keep an eye on her please?' Rossi asked. The detective nodded and went out after Erica.
'Okay, we need to be smart about this,' Morgan began. 'We need to get SWAT and medics there. We've seen the photos so we need to be prepared.'
'JJ, can you inform them of the situation? Our only objective is to get Mrs. Bailey out safely.' Hotch instructed. The blonde nodded, and then left the room.
'Garcia?' Reid asked.
'Already ahead of you, his last known address is 325 Maple Avenue. I've sent the co-ordinates to your phones.'
'Well let's go. Come on!' Emily said grabbing her jacket.
'Prentiss you're too involved in this case, I can't let you go out in the field.' Hotch said sternly.
'Hotch, we don't have time to argue about this, I'm coming.' Emily said, not backing down.
'Fine, but I want you by Morgan at all times, am I clear?' Hotch said reluctantly.
'Be safe!' Garcia shouted as her team ran out the door.
'You alright Kitten?' Garcia asked as Erica walked back into the room and sat down.
The girl didn't answer. Garcia touched her shoulder.
'Hey, sorry.' Garcia apologised as Erica flinched. 'They're a good team, they'll do their best, I promise.'
Erica nodded.
The team pulled up to the house. The sight of Peter Jenkins's house took them by surprise. It was huge, dark and looked abandoned .
'Rossi, Reid and I will go round back. Prentiss, JJ and Morgan, you go in the front. Remember finding Erica's mother is the priority. SWAT will go in first. Okay?' Hotch instructed.
The team positioned themselves, waiting for their indication to move in.
Hotch signalled to them, and with that SWAT kicked the door down. Prentiss, JJ and Morgan ran in after them.
'CLEAR'
'CLEAR'
'CLEAR'
'CLEAR' Different voices sounded as the team and SWAT cleared the downstairs rooms of the house.
' Upstairs,' Emily instructed. She, JJ and Morgan went to the left at the top of the staircase while Hotch, Reid and Rossi went to the right. Emily kicked the doors of two rooms open, nothing. Morgan pointed to a smaller room down a corridor where Emily saw Mrs. Bailey lying in the middle of the floor.
'Mrs. Bailey, It's okay, we've got you.' Prentiss said, running towards the woman lying motionlessly without clearing the room first.
'GUN!'
'EMILY!'
'LOOK OUT!'
Various members of the team shouted simultaneously, as Peter Jenkins emerged from the shadows in the corner of the dark room.
A gun sounded, and Emily went down. The bullet had ripped through her shoulder, and she lay on the ground. Three more loud shots and Jenkins joined her. All three shots had gone through his chest, and he was dead.
JJ ran to Emily, she was hardly conscious. 'Don't leave me Emily.'
'Mrs... Bailey... Not... Breathing...' Emily whispered losing consciousness .
'Out of the way.' The medics instructed. Tears were falling down JJ's face, she felt Morgan put his arms around her and pulled her into a firm hug. The medics got Emily on a board and then carried her out to the ambulance.
Another one of the medics put his hand on Mrs. Bailey's neck, searching for a pulse. He didn't find one. Peter Jenkins had already killed her.
It had been seven hours since Emily had gotten shot. The team still hadn't heard anything.
JJ had been the one to break the news to Erica. The young girl was sobbing silently on JJ's shoulder, the agent wrapped her arms around Erica and let the tears fall down her own face as well.
Rossi and Reid sat on one side of the waiting room while Morgan put his arm round Garcia on the other side, tears falling down her face. Hotch paced up and down the corridor. He couldn't stand waiting.
'Emily Prentiss?' A doctor called. Hotch and Rossi stepped up. 'The bullet ripped her muscle, and lodged itself in her bone. She lost a lot of blood however, but she should make a full recovery in a few weeks. She needs to rest, but you can see her now.'
'Thank you.' Hotch shook the Doctors hand.
'Can we see her?' Erica's tiny voice spoke out, she hadn't said a word since they had arrived at the hospital.
'Course.' JJ replied as she wiped away the tears. She put her arm around Erica, and then led her to Emily's room.
'We'll give you some space to talk,' Hotch said. 'We'll be out here if you need anything.'
'Emily?' Erica asked quietly.
'Erica? Erica, Oh my God, I am so sorry, we did everything we could, but he had already...' The brunette agents voice trailed of unsure of how to carry on.
'I know, JJ told me everything. Are you okay? What's going to happen now? Emily, I'm scared.' Erica said with fresh tears falling down her face.
'Hey, I don't know hunny.' Emily answered truthfully. 'But what I do know is were going to do this together okay?' The brunette untangled her arm from the sheets and took Erica's hand in her own.
'Jesus Christ Em' Erica said suddenly looking nervously at the tiny cuts and scars on her wrist. 'What the hell did you do to yourself?'
