Authors note: Thank you to Thunderbrat for your kind words. Now I have a confession to make. Thanks to the inner workings of my mind I now find myself scared of clowns. Is anyone with me on this? Anyway enough blabbering on from me. Here's chapter 7. Oh and before the italics meant the unsub's thoughts but in this chapter they represent a dream. Sorry to confuse you. Disclaimer: CBS say no to me even having one character. No fair!
Prentiss was released from the back of the ambulance and straight to Aaron Hotchner's side. "Are you okay?" He asked. Generally concerned for her. She had just had her worst fear threaten to kill her for fun. "I'm okay Hotch" she told him before hearing an almighty shout. "Emily, oh my god please tell me your okay?" Garcia called out. Running to Prentiss to give her a hug. "Garcia I'm fine. Honest" She comforted her friend as the rest of the team turned up and asked her what happened. Honest she was fine. Granted her greatest fear had tried to end her existence. But Hotch had saved her. He never broke the promise he made.
"Prentiss. Prentiss. Prentiss its Bobo the clown. Your friend!" The clown was getting closer. The knife gleaming in his hand. But she was rooted to the spot. She could only watch as the clown got closer. But this time, there was no Hotch to save her. "God night Emily Prentiss." The clown laughed as he brought the silver knife down on her neck.
Prentiss woke with a scream. She looked around her room. Both JJ and Garcia were asleep. She hadn't woke them. She waited for a couple of minutes for her heart to calm down. She then thought, she needed to talk to someone. Otherwise she would never get back to sleep. She thought about waking Garcia or JJ but then remembered something. Hotch had offered her to come to him that night if she had a nightmare. She thought for a second. That was the best option she had. Slipping down from her bed and into her slippers. She grabbed her key card and headed towards Hotch's room
Hotch was just about to turn off the light and head to bed when he heard a knock at his bedroom door. He knew who it was. He'd told her to come and visit him should she have a nightmare. Opening the door his suspicions were confirmed. "Emily, did you have a nightmare." Hotch asked the most obvious question but was quite shocked by the way he was still calling her by her first name. "Yes, I did. Can I come in?" she asked. "Of course" He told her leading her in and letting her take a seat on the seat in his room. "So tell me what happened."
"And it was at that point I woke up." Prentiss finished regarding her tale. She looked frightened. A fear the clown may come back. "Emily" Hotch grabbed her hand. "I promise you, the clown isn't here. You're safe." She believed him. After all Aaron Hotchner never broke a promise now. She smiled. "I know, thank you." She got up to leave and go back to her room. "Oh and Emily, I should let you know. I'm leading the interrogation tomorrow of the clown." The mention of this caused Prentiss to start to panic. "Okay Hotch, but please keep safe." She begged him. "Emily when aren't I." He told herb as she left. The mention of these words caused Prentiss to calm down again. "Oh and if I'm calling you Emily, it's only fair you get to call me Aaron." He told her. She smiled. "Well, good night Aaron." She told him as she walked off towards her room. A lot more cheerful than when she left.
