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Helaina OUT!

Where do we go from here?
How do we carry on?
I can't get beyond the questions.
Clambering for the scraps
in the shatter of us collapsed.
It cuts me with every could-have-been.

"EMMY!"

The bright, glowing person that was Penelope Garcia burst into the bullpen and enveloped the poor girl in in the tightest hug she could muster. "Omigod omigod OMIGOD! You look so good, sweetie; apart from..." She looked the girl up and down. "Well, you're wearing REID'S clothes!"

Emmy frowned. It was true that she had borrowed Spencer's clothing, but that was only because she didn't have any of her own. So she had ended up wearing Spencer's khaki 3/4 lengths, and checkered shirt; including original black and white converses that were much too big for her. "I- I don't have anything else..." She said meekly.

"Aww." Garcia cooed. "Well that's okay sweetie, us girls will take you out shopping later on; if that's okay with you, Reid?" He nodded that it was. "GREAT! Oh, I can't wait to get you into something SO adorable! Emily, what colour do you think would suit our girl best?"

Emily walked up behind Garcia. "I'd say red, or green. You need to be blonde to pull of pink, right JJ?"

JJ, realizing she was wearing a oink blouse, smirked. "Definitely. But Emmy's beautiful; I reckon she could pull just about anything off. I mean she''s pulling THAT off! Just look at those shoes!"

Emmy's frown deepened. "I like these shoes..."

"Yeah..." Spencer said defensively, looking down at the red pair he was wearing. "Don't knock a good ol' pair of converses..." He smiled when he saw Emmy was giggling freely; she looked almost as if she were your average teenage girl. But there was something in her eyes that halted that look, something not even a trained FBI profiler could interpret.

"Reid, Emmy; how are you both today?" The deep voice made Emmy visibly tense, and Spencer noticed this; Rossi most likely did to, but he said nothing of it.

Emmy looked at the older with wide eyes, not entirely sure how she should react, and looked to Spencer for help. She knew David, and knew that she could trust him; but that still didn't stop her from feeling this way. He gave a calm look and moitioned that it was ok, so Emmy turned back to the man to try again. "H- Hi David..."

Rossi smiled at the girl. "You slept round Spencer's last night, didn't you?" She nodded. "Oh, well can you tell me something?" He looked into her eyes and whispered. "Is his house filled with hundreds and hundreds of books?"

"Yeah!" Emmy grinned. "There's a bookshelf in every room, and all of them are full! But I didn't get a chance to read any of them..."

"You like reading? Well, I'm sure we have a couple of books in this office you can read, so why don't you come with me while Reid and Hotch go and finish up something important; would you like to do that?"

Spencer watched the panic slowly rise in her, he same look she got when Rossi first started to talk to her. He expected Emmy to turn to him for help again, but, to his surprise, she turned to Aaron. By the look on Aaron's, he was just as surprised as Spencer; but, having a child of his own, he knew all too well how to handle the situation. "It's ok Emmy, David is a friend; he'll look after you just for a little bit."

Emmy locked eyes with Aaron's, and for the first time since he met him, Aaron's intense gaze faltered. Emmy looked at him with such purity, such trust; she wanted so badly to believe him, and so she did. "Ok, Aaron..." She took a step towards Rossi, and then stopped, moving to Reid and enveloping him in a large hug. "Bye bye... Don't be long, okay?"

Spencer's hands ran through her hair gently. "I won't, Em. See you soon." He watched her follow Rossi and Garcia reluctantly, and felt his breath hitch in his throat when she went out of sight.

"Reid." Hotch said, looking around and waiting until his co-workers were out of earshot. "Spencer... She'll be fine for a few minuets, we need to talk to Strauss."

Reid dragged his eyes away from the doorway. "Yeah, I know." He sucked in a deep breath, calming himself and started to walk. "Let's do this..."

Pain on pain on play, repeating
With the backup makeshift life in waiting.

Everybody says time heals everything.
But what of the wretched hollow?
The endless in-between?
Are we just going to wait it out?

"So this girl is currently staying with you, Agent Reid?" Strauss had kept silent the entire time, listening carefully at every detail. When Spencer told her that she was, Strauss leant back and thought about it carefully. "So... you want the BAU to take this case?"

""Yes." Hotch said. "She was sent here, identified one of our agents and there is obvious danger to herself and others. We believe this unsub has taken others besides from Emmy, and will continue to do so until we stop him or he no longer lives."

Strauss paused. "If this is so, and he did attack the girl in the hospital, then why send her here in the first place?"

Hotch and Reid looked at each other. "Ma'am, we believe this man takes pleasure in... psychologically damaging this young girl. He took her over six years ago, and has repeatedly raped and tortured her; she has had several miscarriages and is extremely malnourished. Her psyche is damaged, and none of us can be certain when she'll fully recover; she has the mind of a child, and has attached herself to Agent Reid here."

Reid looked at his superior, Erin Strauss, basically pleading with his eyes. "She has no one else, and we were unable to find her family; I have the money and the means to take care of her, and I'm more than willing to do so."

Strauss regarded the Doctor, wondering why somebody so young would want to take on that sort of responsibility. But... He obviously felt compelled to take care of this girl, and Agent Hotchner obviously wanted to find the person who had done this to her. Erin sighed. "Very well, but fist I would like to meet this girl first. You said she was in the building?"

"Uh, yes." Reid said, surprised that she had said yes so easily. Normally the woman was as cold as ice, and had an obvious dislike to Aaron. "She's with Garcia."

Strauss had left the room before either of the other agents could say any more, and they made sure to stay close on her heels. "Ma'am!" Spencer called after her. "She's in a very delicate mental state, you MUST talk to her as if addressing a young child."

Morgan, who was standing in the bull-pen, watch their section chief walk through the room with his colleagues hot on her tail. Hotch saw him and motioned for him to follow them.

"Agent Reid, I know what I am doing. I will not distress the girl in anyway." She continued her quick pace and didn't even bother to knock on the door before opening it...

She paused looking around the room, and then looking back at her agents. "Gentlemen, we may have a problem..."

There's nothing to see here now,
turning the sign around;
We're closed to the Earth 'til further notice.
A Stumbling cliche case,
crumbled and puffy faced.
Dead in the stare of a thousand miles.

All I want, only one street-level miracle.
I'll be a an out-and-out, born again from none more cynical.

Emmy left Spencer and followed Penny and David into a small room filled with computers. Looking around she realized the desks were covered with small colorful toys and fluffy animals. "Wow..." She said under her breath, moving over and examining every single one. Occasionally, when one of them lit up or made a little sound, she would beam and fiddle with it for a bit longer before moving onto the next one. Garcia and Rossi were watching her with curiosity and delight, still amazed how someone her age could find such trivial things this interesting. Rossi knew it was bad, but he desperately wanted to know the details of what happened to her; what had to have happened to her that was so bad, her mind was broken and yet her innocence remained.

"Emmy?" Garica said, sitting down on her chair. "Have you had anything to eat yet? Would you like us to go get something for you?"

Emmy took her eyes away from the colorful toys and shook her head. "No thank you, Spencer gave me pancakes."

Garcia raised an eyebrow. "Reid... Made you pancakes..?"

Emmy nodded with a wide smile. "Yeah, but... We had a fight with the flour, and it went EVERYWHERE!" She giggled at the memory. "So we didn't get to eat a lot."

Garcia stood up and put her hands on her hips dramatically. "Well, we can't have our Emmy being hungry now, can we? Shall we go and find a vending machine and get you a sandwich?"

"Okay." Emmy said, following her and the other agent out of the room. They walked back through were they first came from and into a small kitchen area. There was a small machine filled with chocolate bars and drinks, but there also a large sing on it saying: 'Out of order'

"Drat!" Garcia said, stopping to think. "Hey, Rossi, there's one downstairs, isn't there?"

Rossi thought about this for a moment. "Yes, I believe there is; why don't you go down there while I go grab my wallet from my office; I won't be long."

Garcia said that she would and instinctively took Emmy's hand and she started towards the elevator. Emmy looked down at their linked hands and squeezed back. She couldn't explain this feeling, because she hadn't felt it in a very very long time... But she liked it; it made her feel warm, and safe.

"Thank you..." Emmy whispered, once they were inside the descending elevator.

Gaircia looked at the young girl. "For what, sweetie?"

"For looking after me... For worrying about me, even though I don't want you to. And thank you for my teddy bear! I didn't want to loose it, so I left it at Spencer's. And I tried to think of a different name, but I couldn't; so I name it after you! 'Penny'... I think it's a pretty name!"

Garcia grinned at the girl. "Yeah, it sure is. Ah, this is it; do you know what you want to get?"

"No..." She said honestly.

"Oh, well there isn't a lot to choose from, but I'm sure there'll be something for you." They turned the corner into a quiet corridor and made their way to the machine in the middle of it. "Okay, so there's chicken and lettuce, bacon and sweetcorn, BLT-"

"What's a BLT?"

"It has bacon, lettuce and tomato in it; do you want to get that one?"

Emmy searched the vending machine, and pointed out one. "What one's that?"

Garcia looked at it. "That's chicken and stuffing, one of my favorites!"

"Can't I please ge that one?"

"Of course sweetie! How bout a drink as well, you're bound to get thirsty. But I seriously don't think we should get you anything with caffeine! Only God knows-." Garcia was forced forwards, her head colliding with the machine before she crumpled to the ground.

"Penny!" Emmy jumped, not noticing the tall figure close by. She saw blood pouring from a wound on her head, and did the only thing she knew how. She ripped the shirt she was wearing so she had a long strip and wrapped it around the wound tightly. Head wounds were dangerous, they always had to be the first that were cared for. "Please Penny, wake up..."

Large hands gripped her hair and forced her to her feet, slamming her against the wall. "Pet... Are you ready for some more training?"

Emmy's eyes widened when she looked into her attackers eyes. She knew this voice... "N- No! Please Sir, my friend-"

"She is not your friend!" He snapped. "You are nothing but another job to them!" He looked around and then dragged Emmy through a door and into an empty bathroom. She tried to stay out of it, holding onto the doorframe, but he was much stronger than she was; so he threw her to the ground the bolted the door shut, facing her once more when he was done. "You are nothing to them, they'll forget about you as soon as they can." He walked over to her trembling frame, pressed up against the wall furthest from him, and knelt down to meet her eye-to-eye. "But we won't... How could we ever forget you, Emmy..? You know that we love you; we would never forget you that easily."

Emmy flinched when he raised a hand to a cheek, caressing it gently. "P- Please! Spencer is protecting me now; he say's he will care for me."

"He lies!" He swung his hand and slapped her, causing her head to collide with the floor. "He doesn't care for you, he never will! WE are the ones who love you! WE were the ones who protected you!"

"YOU DID NOT PROTECT ME!" She cried, pushing her self up by her hands. "You only hurt me!"

He glared at her before standing up and kicking her ribcage. "You are nothing to them!" Another kick. "You are nothing without us!" Another punch. He lowered himself once more and took her face in his hands. "Come with me."

Emmy coughed violently, blood falling from her lips. "W- What?" She looked at him, with nothing but fear and horror. While he looked at her with nothing but excitement.

"Be with me forever..."

Everybody says time heals everything.
But what of the wretched hollow?
The endless in-between?
Are we just going to wait it out?

And sit here cold?
Well, We'll be long gone by then.
And lackluster in dust we lay
Around old magazines.
Fluorescent lighting sets the scene
for all we could and should be being
in the one life that we've got.

Rossi exited the elevator with his wallet in hand , walking through the corridors to find the two girls who had gone ahead of him. He remembered how Emmy allowed Garica to hold her hand, and he remembered the look on her face at the time. She was happy. How she can find this gesture as heartwarming as she did, only fueled Rossi's need to understand what had happened to her. He wanted to understand her.

He turned the final corner that led to the vending machine, and froze in his tracks. He dropped his wallet and reached for his gun, quickly moving to the technical analyst's side. "Garcia?" He said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Garcia!"

Penelope moaned, rolling her head from side to side once, before opening her eyes. "R- Rossi? Ugh, what happened; and why do I feel as if I have a hangover?"

"Garcia, focus. What happened? Where's Emmy?"

She looked at the profiler, utterly confounded, until the words 'Emmy' finally clicked. "Oh my God, Emmy!" She sat up and looked around the hallway. "I was attacked... From behind! He hit my head... Ow, I can't remember anything else!"

"It's okay, we'll find her."

"Rossi!"

Reid, Hotch, Morgan and Strauss were running towards them, confusion and panic clearly etched in the doctors face. "What happened, where's Emmy gone?"

"Garcia was attacked from behind, the Unsub's taken Emmy God knows where!"

Reid looked at his lover utterly broken, and Hotch was at a loss of what to do; until something caught his eye... He pulled his gun out of his holster and took a step towards the bathroom door with blood on the doorframe...

In the one life that we've got.

Everybody says that time heals everything.
But what of the wretched hollow?
The endless in-between?

Emmy heard the voices outside of the room, and when the one holding er there turned to look at the door, she quickly scrambled to run out of it. "Oh no you don't!" He said, quickly grabbing her by the waist and pulling out a knife. He held her close to his body, and held the knife close to her neck. "We're not going anywhere without a fight..." He hissed in her ear.

"FBI!" Someone yelled from the other side. "OPEN THE DOOR!"

They didn't respond, and so the door was quickly kicked down. The four agents with guns entered the room slowly, all of them trying to get a clean shot at this guy and failing. "Let her go, man." Morgan said. "You're in an FBI building, there's no way you're getting out of this."

"I have no intention of getting out of this!" He spat, digging the knife into Emmy's neck, causing her to yelp in pain.

"Let her go!" Spencer growled, raising his gun.

The Unsub smirked and ran the knife along her neck, avoiding any major artery but slicing deep enough to draw blood. "Or what, you'll shoot me? You wouldn't take the risk Doctor Reid."

Reid cursed internally for the bastard being right, but refused to lower his weapon. "Why are you doing this?" He asked coldly. "You've had her for an entire year, and then let her go. Why are you taking such a risk to get her back when you never had to free her?"

"Spencer..." Emmy said, her voice hoarse and painfully sharp. "Y- You don't.. This isn't..."

"It's okay Emmy, we're going to get you out of this; you're going to be okay. When this is over he won't be able to hurt you anymore."

"No Spencer!" She said desperately. "You do not understand!"

Spencer paused. "What don't I understand?"

Emmy licked her lips and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the pain.

"This is not my Master?"

Are we just going to wait it out? sit Here?
Just going to Wait it out? Sit here cold?
Just going to sweat it out?
Wait it out.