When Emily woke up she was lying in the hospital bed.

"Where am I? Hotch?"

She had to find him. That way she'd run away… She had to find him. She had to…She quickly rose from the mattress she was lying on. But only to be stopped by a person that she had not expected at all.

"Marilyn Monroe?"

She remembered the white dress and the curly blond hair everywhere. It was one of her biggest idols from when she was a child. She'd always loved her from the beginning. True enough, Emily had a more feminine side as well. She liked all her movies, and she loved her singing. And it was some of the only movies that she liked that her mother would let her watch. Sometimes she even saw the movies with her. But, that only happened twice, and one of those times she had to leave during the movie. It didn't really matter. It was a bit awkward anyway. She wasn't really use to the attention. The only really attention she got was from the changing nannies, that sometimes didn't even speak English, depending on where they were. She bonded very nicely with some of them, and even shared some of her dreams and thoughts and feelings with them. But she knew it would all eventually come to an end, and if she didn't like the nanny very much, she would tease them in every way possible. She loved to make life hard for them.

"Calm down sweetie, I'm not gonna bite you or anything."

Emily looked at the doorway when another person walked in. This one she knew too well. It was good old Inspector Harry Callahan from the Dirty Harry movies.

"But he might bite," Monroe said, pointing at Callahan.

Seeing the look Harry gave Marilyn, Emily decided to step in.

"Enough you two! I have to know what happened? And what the hell are you two even doing here? Marilyn, you're dead, and Harry, you're a fiction character from police movies!"

"We're here to help you. We're your inner voices or stuff like that," Harry said.

"Let me take over here," Marilyn interrupted. "What do you remember as the last thing sweetie?"

"Running towards my car. Hotch holding me in his arms." Remembering she started to tear up. "I have to know what happened! I have to find him!"

"Alright, calm down. Let's take a look back at that night." Marilyn snapped her fingers once, and suddenly Emily was standing at the ball like a ghost, looking inside at herself. She watched as she stepped outside to the garden, followed by Hotch. Emily saw how he asked her if she was alright. He said he loved her. Emily's heart started to beat faster. She wasn't sure she was ready to relive this moment after all. She saw how he kissed her, first on the lips, then moving down the neck even though she hadn't even kissed him back. It almost made her cry to watch herself this way. It hurt a bit, like she was losing a bit of herself to the person in front of her. And it hurt, like all of her dignity and confidence was blown away and stolen from her that very moment when she let her guard down…and when she ran away. Emily followed as she saw her beginning to walk toward her car. Hotch was yelling something behind her, but then a shooter got into sight, and just when everything seemed so dark, he shot her. Right in the stomach.

Hotch ran over as quickly as he could shooting the shooter. Emily watched as he shouted for help. It almost made her cry. She heard her last words before she passed out in his arms. He was still screaming. Screaming like hell. She didn't know whether or not to feel sorry for him. He was still a jack-ass for wanting to sleep with her for some stupid bet. Ass-hole. But she stilled loved him. So she kept on watching as she was being transferred to the hospital, and when the doctor came out and told him what had happened.

Emily sat the whole picture on pause as she turned around to meet Marilyn and Harry.

"So that's where I am, right? I'm in a coma. This is just some kind of dream."

"As sure as my name is Harry Callahan!"

"Just keep on watching. We're only here to help you," Marilyn advised as Emily once again turned around.

It was hard watching. The stuff just got right through her.

She saw how Hotch freaked. She saw him break down. She saw him visiting her first in the morning, wanting to be there before everybody else. It was so sad. Watching him sit there and talk to her, even if she wasn't there anymore. She couldn't hear him, but she wished that she would've been able to hear him at that time and not now.

Then all the sudden he left and he never came back. He kept to himself, holding back all of his emotions. It made Emily feel sad. He was really sorry about what had happened… and when she saw him speaking to Rossi, she actually almost felt sorry for calling him a jack-ass. She remembered her earlier dreams. But even then, he never came and visited her. Why? She didn't understand.

Something changed when they got back from the case. He started visiting her! He was so sweet. He told her that he loved her. He kissed her and apologized and everything and he gave her this lovely necklace around her neck. He held her hand, and he wished, he wished so deeply that she would open her eyes again, that she would come back to the living again. And now she almost wished that she would just wake up.

He came every day, and her mother came once as well. All the nice things she told her. Why couldn't she be more like that when Emily was actually awake?

It was so sweet and Hotch kept on coming, every day at the same time. Once or twice he even brought Jack along. That little kid was so cute, it was adorable. When Christmas came closer, Hotch bought a little plastic tree for her to stand on the desk next to her bed. He and Jack decorated it as well. There were even some cards and presents under it. It made Emily smile ever so brightly, that people actually cared so much about her. When she was just a little kid sneaking into the cinema to what all the action films, she had never in her wildest dreams imagined that someone would ever care for her that much as she saw him do. It was beautiful.

When the 23rd of December arrived the picture stopped. It was now today again. Emily turned around to watch the two others.

"Wow. He really does care," she said.

"Yes sweetie. He really cares about you and he wants you to wake up again and be with him again," Marilyn said.

"But… I don't know. He's my boss. I'm sure that's the only reason for him to come to see me and even if he loves me… and I love him… No, he's still my boss first of all. It could never happen. No matter how much I want it to happen."

"It's too bad. He's so handsome. That black hair. Those beautiful, brown eyes. They could melt me away. That black suit and red tie. That sexy six-pack…"

"Hey! He's mine!" Emily interrupted Marilyn, blushing interruptedly.

"Then why don't you go get him for heaven sake!" Harry said.

"No! It's more complicated than that…"

"If you say so sweetheart… We'll go away. Just follow your heart. You could of course just stay here forever. Why don't you just think about it?" Marilyn said taking away with Harry in her arm.

"Alright…" Emily sighed, sitting down.


Alright, so this is chapter 8 of my story. To give you something something, I'm gonna let you guys choose what you want for the next chapter:

Do you want to hear about the time in reality from when her mother came, untill the 23rd

or

Do you want to hear Emily's faith right away?