Okay! Last chapter! I hope to wrap this story up nicely, but I'm leaving it a bit open in case I decide to sequel it. Let me know if you all might be interested in me continuing this series. I hate to pound OC's into people's heads, but I have enjoyed writing this story very much. Either way, some feedback would be greatly appreciated. I don't usually get the time to write, so I'd like to know what you guys think!
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James Baldwin wrote, "The victim who is able to articulate the situation of the victim has ceased to be a victim: he or she has become a threat."
Remi would be taken to a local hospital for treatment. When he was as recovered as he'd ever be, he'd be shipped off to Black Dolphin in Russia. The FBI pulled some strings to make sure he would be in one of the worst prisons in the world and Molly helped make the situation worse by detaching his arms.
"She did an incredible job given her limited tools." Reid commented, staring at the crime scene photos with admiration. He looked to Rossi in the seat opposite of him on the jet. "The location where she severed made it to where it would be impossible for any doctor to reattach them. And prosthetics would be nearly impossible unless an exorbitant amount of funds went into it."
"And I doubt his government will be willing to invest much into him." Derek added, placing his go bag on the couch to save his seat before rushing back towards the entrance of the jet. "Five minutes guys!" He warned the three agents who remained outside.
Emily looked to Hotch and JJ and sighed. "I was really hoping she'd get here." She sighed, glancing back towards the entrance of the airstrip. She had called Molly's phone, but as it had been before, there was no voicemail to record her message on. So she had settled for calling out into the woods the redhead had disappeared in. "Maybe she didn't hear me."
"I hope she's okay." JJ didn't want to add any stress to the situation, but she couldn't help but worry. Molly was in mourning and she was running around on her own after brutally confronting the man who killed her son.
"She's okay." Was Emily's reply. The other two exchanged looks, surprised by her confidence.
"We'll find her." Hotchner pulled on Prentiss' arm gently, wanting to get her in out of the cold. "Let's get some rest, wait to see if she turns up. If she doesn't, we'll get back out there to find her." His tone held the promise that went unsaid. Emily wouldn't lose another person in her life.
Molly was acting outside of the law and they were probably going to face an investigation due to her behavior, but she needed help. That would be the main priority for their team at least.
Emily allowed them to lead her up the steps into the jet, not tearing her eyes away from the dense forest until the door shut behind them. Aaron even let her sit by the window so she could keep an eye out until takeoff.
Snow began to fall as soon as they began taxiing. Tiny flakes drifted pass the wings and landed on the tarmac. The night sky was a dark purple with white swirling clouds.
She wanted to enjoy the beautiful sight, but she couldn't circumvent the apprehension rising in her chest. The idea of looking into Molly's past had her heart racing and her mouth dry. She wasn't ready to explain all of it. Especially after everything that had happened with Doyle. Her team had to have been sick of her secrets by now.
When all hope of Molly getting there on time was lost, Emily sighed and rested her head on Hotch's shoulder. She was physically and emotionally exhausted, and his presence was helping.
He grinned and waited for her to relax a little more before reaching up and stroking her hair. He was aware of a couple of the gazes he was receiving from their teammates, but he was still too relieved to pay them any mind. He rested his cheek against the top of her head, closing his eyes when he heard her breathing even out after only a few moments.
Again, she had almost been taken away from them. But she was with him and she was safe. So he wasn't going to dwell on it for now. They had a lot to worry about upon their return, including an angry Strauss. They were going to need all the sleep they could get.
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The highest branch she could climb to, without having it snap beneath her weight, sat right over the top of the fence that ran along the back side of the airstrip.
She watched the exhausted team start to pile onto their plane. When Emily remained outside with her two companions, she felt a tug on her heart.
"Don't worry Emmy." She said to herself, hoping her sister-in-law had picked up the art of telepathy at her fancy job. "Go home. Sleep."
When they finally coaxed her into the jet, Molly smiled and leaned back against the large trunk. There was so much that needed to be done. She couldn't be worrying about Emily right now. At this point, her safety came first.
The roar of the engines permeated the peaceful field and within minutes, the jet was taking off. It flew over her head and the forceful winds it created whipped her hair around her face and nearly blew her out of the tree. But she held on tight.
As soon as they were gone, she let out a sigh of relief. As though they would have spotted her from her hiding place in the night. Nevertheless, she waited until the silence was reclaimed before unzipping the backpack in her lap and pulling out her composition notebook and a pen.
Snow landed on the pages as she flipped through them. It would probably melt and smear the ink, but it was no matter. She had everything in it memorized.
Her cold fingers ceased their search when she got to the page with 'G' written sloppily in the top right corner. Even then, she had to turn a couple more times, quirking another-this time darker-smile. Clicking the pen so that the ball point tip emerged, she scribbled on the back of the sheet that preceded her destination until the black ink began to flow.
Then, without hesitation, she put a line through the Gusev, Remi. The names surrounding his had been crossed off as well. Almost his entire family had been eliminated. That was a nice feeling.
Molly sniffled and turned a few more pages, in search of someone else. She again paused when she got to the L's.
"Yeah." She whispered, running the tip of her index finger over the name. "See you soon."
