Wow, the response on the last chapter was amazing, thank you to everyone for reviewing.
Things are starting to pick up now, at last. It wasn't planned that way, I can assure you. The plan next to me for this chapter is completely different… -shrugs- But I like the way this turned out.
Chapter Ten: Uncomfortable
The rest of the day seemed to go a little more tense for Emily; She was panicked. Hotch was far too close to finding out the secret. That would not happen. Maybe he had already called Aiden, and shouted. Gulping, she shook her head, he would not do that... Would he?
A hand landed on her shoulder, and she jumped almost out of her seat, holding back a scream of fear.
"Princess, are you okay?" That voice should have been reassuring to her, but it seemed to fill every inch of her mind with fear.
With a shake of her shoulder, Emily shrugged Morgan's hand from her, "I am fine, nothing to worry about at all. Get back to doing your own work or something."
Not waiting for him to say anything, she picked her pen up and began to write on the case file in front of her.
Morgan, however, was not willing to drop the topic at all. No, he was far from it. Instead he went about profiling the obviously shaken woman in front of him.
She was nervous... Distracted? No, she seemed to be upset, and terrified. Was she scared of him? She did jump when he was near her... Emily could not be, she had been acting this way with all of the men on the team these past weeks. Garcia, he knew she would talk to the woman, they always did have a bond. Emily, JJ and Garcia. He would have to get his Baby Girl to speak to her.
Getting up from his own seat, he walked into the dim lair of Penelope Garcia, welcomed by a strange sight of the voluptuous blonde making out frantically with none other than Kevin Lynch.
Clearing his throat, both pulled away and looked at him.
"Agent Morgan..." Kevin stuttered. "Sorry, I'll be... going?" He scurried away out of the room and Morgan chuckled in the doorway.
"Penelope Garcia, I know you two have been accepted to date even though we have rules, but do you really think it's appropriate to have his tongue down your throat at work, baby girl?" He laughed a little more and Garcia nudged him.
"As if I care about that. You know me, Sweet Thing, I'll do it anywhere and everywhere I get the chance." She passed him a wink.
"And that's why I love you." He rolled his eyes.
"What do you need?" Garcia asked, swivelling in her chair to face the computer screen, ready to type away.
"What makes you think I didn't just come in here for a booty call?" This time he winked.
"It would be my pleasure, as well as yours, to satisfy your needs, but I think there is something else. What's going on in my sexy hunk's mind?"
"Emily."
Garcia looked down to her shoes, moving her fingers away from her keyboard. She had been quite quiet with her the past few weeks and Garcia could not help but realise that something was going on with the female profiler.
"What about her?" She finally said, realising Derek was waiting for her to speak.
"She's pulling away from us, all of us. And I think the only people she will talk to are you and JJ..."
Garcia scoffed, "Good luck with that, she basically told JJ she never wants to see her again and as for me, I got a few mean texts telling me that she only wanted to have to see me if it was to do with anything professional..."
"What?"
Garcia nodded, "I don't think she wants to speak to any of us any more."
It broke Morgan's heart to see the tears pool in the bottoms of his baby girl's eyes, "I think there's something deeper going on. I'm not sure what, but she's not talking to anyone on the team any more. Even Dave, and you know how close they were. She's not just pulling away, but she's scared." He let his finger wipe a tear away from Garcia's face. "I think it's something to do with Aiden..."
"What? It can't be..." Garcia protested.
"You've been there with us, Pen, you've saw how controlling of her he is... Possessive of her."
"Well wouldn't you be if you were dating someone as hot as Emily?" Garcia exclaimed.
"Pen, listen, of course I would, but come on, she was fine until she got together with that jackass. I don't know what it is yet, whether he has something on her or something, but this is where you come in. I need to you pull up Aiden on your magic computer there and find out everything you can."
"Without a last name?" Garcia sniffled, not liking the 'impossible' task.
"How does that matter? You're Penelope Garcia, besides, you know his name is Aiden, and he lives with Emily, and if it comes to it, pull up her security camera's and do a face scan for him. Besides, last name must be somewhere... And didn't he say he was from Idaho?"
Garcia gave a shrug, but took a deep breath and turned around. "I'll try my best, Chocolate God. But I can't make any guarantees."
"Of course you can, you are the Oracle of Quantico."
She gave a small smile, "I will tell you as soon as I have anything."
"That's my girl."
Leaving the lair, Morgan walked out into the bull-pen, hoping to find Emily, maybe he could make her talk to him, but it was no use. Her desk was empty, the case file she was working on was closed, her pen lay neatly on top.
"Where's Em?" Morgan asked Reid as he walked into the break room, once again not to find her.
"She got a call, I don't know who from, but she said 'Sure, no, nothing, yeah, thirty, I will.'" Reid relayed off all of the details he remembered Emily saying in her one sided conversation.
"Thanks."
"What's going on?" Reid asked, as Morgan turned around and walked back over to Garcia's office, he ignored the question and re-entered the lair.
"Baby girl, Em's desk phone, trace the last number called. I'm going out, call me when you know who or where it was from."
"Sure." Garcia said, turning back to her screens as a flustered Morgan raced to the elevator and out of the building.
He checked every side of the building, every little place she could have gone with the mysterious caller... Emily Prentiss was no where to be found.
Then he began the long journey of checking every place in the block to see if they had seen a tall, white, brunette. No joy there either. Just as he was about to give up, his phone beeped.
"Garcia." He said, flustered and slightly out of breath from his run around.
"Oh, I love it when you say my name like that. What are you wearing sexy?"
"Not the time, do you have something for me?"
"Actually, yeah, the caller, it was from Emily's home phone. I am guessing it was Aiden..."
"Thanks. Any luck on a background of him yet?"
"No, but I am getting there slowly, just scanning the face from CCTV into Vicap, he will pop up somewhere... I hope."
"Alright, tell me when you get something."
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Emily Prentiss drove home faster than she thought possible. Maybe it was the fact that there was no traffic at ten forty on a Monday morning, maybe all the lights were in her favour. But no less than twenty minutes of Aiden calling her, had she arrived home. Opening the door, she immediately regretted the move as she was forced into the wall behind the door. Her leg hit the table, but she dare not wince in pain.
Mentally, she cursed herself for not realising that he sounded pissed on the phone.
"You!" He shouted in her face. "You told her!"
"Told who what?" She stammered out.
"JJ! That bitch sent Will over this morning, you see this," Furiously, he ragged her arm to touch the bruise on the side of his face, "That is your fault!"
"I didn't tell her, I swear, Aiden."
"I don't believe you, you lying bitch!"
As her head slammed into the wall behind her, Emily could have sworn she saw stars, the same wacky ones from a child's cartoon.
"Aiden, please." She begged, but it was no use, her head met the wall again, and from the look in his eyes, he was far from stopping.
Then Emily did the unthinkable, she kicked him, right where it would hurt.
His grip fell away from her body as he doubled over, clutching himself between his legs, "You will pay for that!"
There was a moment where Emily did not remember what happened next, all she knew was that Aiden was lunging for her, and her knees fell beneath her... Had he actually killed her?
.
Waking up only ten minutes later, Emily groaned in pain. Her head was killing her, throbbing in pain. There was a pang of pain in her leg as she tried to stand up.
Both eyes surveyed the surrounding as she found the house was still quite neat, the only thing that was out of place was the broken flower pot lying next to the table... When the hell had that happened?
Shaking all thoughts from her mind, she began to walk around the house. Nothing was out of place, and the sunlight outside told her it must have only been eleven or twelve. Had she really only been out for a few minutes? Or maybe she had passed out for a whole day... Surely someone from the team would find her if she never returned to work.
There was a sinking feeling in her stomach that told her no one probably cared, she had broken off all ties with them, as much as she could within the region of staying professional anyway.
Then she remembered, Aiden. Where the hell was he? She had searched the house, no one was there. Only her...
What the hell had happened?
She was pulled away from her thoughts again, this time by the sound of the door being opened. For a moment she froze, if it was Aiden, she really was in trouble.
"Emily?" Her whole body relaxed, it was Morgan.
Panicking again, she began to go into the bathroom and checked herself over for any injuries that might have been visible. None.
"Morgan?" She called back, after fixing her look up a tiny bit.
He was up the stairs in an instant.
"Hey, what happened downstairs?"
I wish I knew, Emily almost rolled her eyes.
"I don't know..." She bit her lip and thought quick on her feet for a lie, "One of my neighbours called, they said that my front door was open, so I raced over here. Everything seems in it's place though, besides the vase downstairs, nothing is broken, and nothing is gone." Emily never realised just how much lying to him would hurt her, and before she knew it, tears were welling in the front of her eyes.
"Hey. Everything's okay, I'm going to call Hotch and we'll get it all checked out." He enveloped her in a tense hug.
"No, I don't want to. Everything is fine here, and nothing happened, I swear. Let's just get back to work." Wiping her eyes, she pulled out of the hug and gave him a tiny smile and for a moment, Morgan swore he saw the Emily he once knew.
With a sigh he nodded, "I'll go and clean the vase up, you get yourself pulled together. If you want, I don't mind telling Hotch you weren't feeling well..." Emily had never shook her head so fast, and it added to the dizziness from the concussion she knew she had. "Okay then. I'll drive you back to work. It's obvious you aren't up to driving." He sighed, understanding how Emily worked, she would just bury herself with work and compartmentalise.
"Morgan?" He turned back, from where he was walking away.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"No problem, Princess." He gave her a wink.
Downstairs he cleaned the vase up quite quickly, and now he was sitting at the kitchen counter waiting for the brunette's appearance. It seemed that Emily was taking her time.
Swivelling from left to right on the chair, he observed the outside of the fridge, there was a note on it, it seemed to be from Aiden telling Emily he was at work, then there were a few letters, bills probably, his breathing almost stopped as he found what was right underneath all the clutter, proudly on display.
.
Upstairs, Emily was battling with her sore back, forcing herself to comb through her tatted hair. It hurt like hell every time she did so, but it was a task that needed to be done. A few more attempts and winces left Emily to give up. Maybe just brushing it into a ponytail was the best idea.
Bringing the comb to put back onto the cabinet, she stopped... There was blood. Dried and fresh all over the comb. Her head was bleeding... Biting her lower lip, she told herself a pony was the best idea, but at least she knew why she was so dizzy. Definite concussion.
Finishing the battle with her hair, she tied the last of the bobble around and gave a satisfied glance at the back. No evidence of her wound what so ever. Thank God. At least it would stay that way until she could check it out herself later on. Right now she had to go downstairs to Morgan.
As fast as she could, she cleaned away the bathroom and swallowed two painkillers before leaving and walking down the stairs. What she saw was horrifying. How the hell could she have forgotten that was there?
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Also, if anyone can review and tell me if Idaho is a real place, it would be appreciated. That literally sprang into my head as I was writing, it may be made up… It may not even be in America.
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