Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.
Rating: M
Author's Note: Sorry for the long delay. I just had my wisdom teeth out. I've been doped up on painkillers for four days now, but I hope you enjoy the new chapters. I love reviews!
Emily was roused from her slumber by an annoying ringing. Her mind went through the basic checklist: alarm, cell, JJ's cell. When she realized it was none of these things, she realized it was her doorbell. Muttering cuss words under her breath, Emily made her way to the door, fully prepared to shoot whomever was at the door for waking her when she still had thirty minutes left.
As she looked through the peep hole, she inwardly groaned before unlocking the dead bolt and opening the door.
"Ambassador?" Emily questioned of the older woman on the other side of the door.
"Emily, I see you were recently sleeping. I'll make this quick," the Ambassador dictated as she stepped past her daughter and into the foyer of the home.
"Yes, come in," Emily responded sarcastically. "What can I do for you, Ambassador, at 5 in the morning?"
"Tell me your decision on the conversation we had yesterday, and I'll be on my way."
"There was no decision made because it's been taken care of, Ambassador. I will not be resigning and the team will not be transferred. A higher power stepped in and assured that our team, all seven of us, will remain employed by the BAU as a team."
"A higher power?" The Ambassador sputtered in a mix of rage and contempt.
"Yes, now if you will excuse me. I have thirty minutes before I am supposed to be awake. I can show you out."
"Emily, we are not done. You have to make a decision."
"Mother," Emily emphasized the word with a bitter, sarcastic tone, "the decision has already been made. You have no control over my job or the placement of my team. They are my family, and they care for me. Unlike you have ever done, these people love me, and your tyrannical power has reached its end as I'm moving on with my life and you will not be a part of it. I am happy. I love my fiancé, my family, and my job. As much as I always hoped you would want to be a part of it, you have obviously chosen your own political agenda over my happiness yet again. And honestly, I'm not surprised. I wish it was different, but I'm not going to destroy everything I've built to try to impress you and fight for a love from you I never had to begin with. Now, good bye Ambassador."
The Ambassador looked at her daughter her face red with anger. "I am still your mother, young lady. I deserve respect, and I will not be spoken to in such a manner. I will be talking to Strauss later this morning. It's not something I wanted to result to, but I do what I have to. You have forced my hand in this matter, Emily."
"You really don't get it? You have been outranked. I'm sorry that my happiness distresses you so much, but I have made something of my life. I have a career I'm proud of, a fiancé who loves me more than I can put into words, and a family that will go to the end of Earth to protect me. You do not deserve respect because you claim to be my mother. As far as I'm concerned, your role as mother ended once I was born and I was tossed between nannies and countries. I was a political pawn in your sick game to climb a socially motivated ladder. You never treated me with respect, and thus, I see no reason to treat you with any. I will ask you one final time. Please leave."
"Emily, I'm hurt by your harsh words and will be speaking to Strauss shortly. Good day."
Emily closed the door behind the Ambassador. Sliding down the door, she hugged her knees to her chest and started to cry.