AN – squee! Yay reviews ., soo happy, yeh I'm such a dork.
Anyway I'll keep it short, from here on it will be from JJ's point of view for awhile.
This is based on a slight alternate reality of course, JJ's baby isn't born yet even though it is set in "2011", anyway you get the jist.
On with the story!
Derek came flying around the corner. I looked up at him with utter horror on my face as I was hunched over Emily. He was shouting into a radio, but I didn't hear him.
I was frozen in place, "no, this can't be real, this can't be happening" I starred down at her, she was so unbelievably lifeless, her body sprawled out on her side, her arms out in front of her. I could feel the warmth from the puddle of blood on the floor that my hand was sitting in, my other hand was loosely draped on her shoulder, as if I was going to wake her up from some sort of slumber, or that I was going to wake up from this nightmare.
Suddenly there was a commotion of people as the paramedics arrived. There was a stream of blaring lights coming in from the open door behind me. I could feel a hand on my shoulder and I looked up to see Morgan trying to help me stand, trying to herd me away so the medics could do their job. I obliged but I didn't have the strength to move, all my attention was on the brunette, as I could feel him lifting me up with his strong arms, pulling me away as they carefully place her on an emergency stretcher board.
Derek pulled me out the front door, but my eyes didn't leave Emily as they rushed her past me. My vision became blurry, tears welled up in my eyes as the ambulance zipped off. I felt something awaken inside me, I felt something deep within me was scared, fearful of losing the brunette. 'She's always makes it out' my mind told me, 'but it's never been this serious' a voice in the back of my mind retorted.
Hotch and Reid rushed up to us. "What happened?" Reid asked, before I knew it I was running toward the SUV and was racing down the street after the ambulance.
As I raced across the city towards the hospital my mind repeated the last few minutes, images of Emily slumped body flashed through my mind.
At the hospital
Haphazardly parking the SUV across the emergency entrance, I jumped out and rushed into the hospital, not really sure what I thought I would be accomplishing. I headed straight for the front desk "Agent Emily Prentiss, blunt force trauma to the head?" I blurted out at the nurse.
"I'm sorry ma'am, she went straight to the OR, you are going to have to wait" the nurse must have just seen her come by to know who I was talking about. I slumped my shoulders in defeat and trudged to the seats.
I don't know how long I sat there, staring blankly at the vending machines before the rest of the team had arrived. I heard the arrival of the group behind me and I glanced as Hotch spoke surely and sternly at the nurse, she replied something back and then motioned towards me.
Penelope was the first to see me and walked up to me. "How bad is it? What happened? She's going to make it right? She always makes it" she sat next to me. I didn't realize how much of a wreck that I looked like, in that moment I had just registered the amount of blood on my hands and shirt. "She pushed me out of the way" my voice was shaky, "I…she…he just… then" I couldn't think, my mind had overloaded and blanked out when I had arrived. Everything felt so unreal.
Penelope took my hand and my eyes met with hers. "She's going to make it, she always does" she said sternly, it was like she was trying to convince herself as well. 'She did always make it' and of course I believed that she would but there was a part of me that was weary, full of doubt and worry, and I thought about how hard this was hitting, and started to question how much I cared about the brunette. 'You care a damn well amount for her that's for sure!' Thoughts about how sad I would be if she weren't part of my life started to become clear.
Everyone took a seat around me and we waited. An hour and a half later a surgeon came out to greet us. We all stood up to greet him as he approached.
"Agent Emily Prentiss?" he was confirming who we were waiting on. "Yes?" I responded almost cutting him off. "Her operation was a success" I breathed out, I didn't realize I was holding it.
"Oh Thank God!" Penelope exasperated in response, a hand coming up to her chest. The surgeon eyed each of our reactions before continuing. "We were able to patch her up, she's VERY lucky, an inch over or a little harder and it could have been seriously fatal. She's out for the night, there will be a nurse to look in on her throughout the night. Scans look promising, it's a miracle she is not in a coma. You can visit in the morning." He nodded, pausing momentarily to ensure there weren't any questions.
"Thank you doctor" Reid replied
Hotch was the next to speak. "I want some of us here when she wakes in the morning, I'll see about getting the next few days off, I want to make sure she is ok, and I think we could all do for a bit of rest before we pick up another case" No one argued as everyone tiredly headed for the parking lot.
Penelope took my arm and led me to the vehicles "Hey" she said to me, I looked at her, slightly relieved but still worried, she must have read my mind. "I plan to be here first thing in the morning to look up on our girl, would you like me to pick you up?" I smiled gratefully and nodded, we all headed home to finally get some rest, however I knew that I would probably not be getting much sleep tonight.
Will was awake when I had arrived home. He was worried about where I was, he had seen the news about the death of the latest suspect of the case we were working on. Reality hit me, I didn't even think about contacting him the whole time I was at the hospital. He must have decided not to press on after I had informed him about what happened to Emily, and probably because of my appearance. I was exhausted and headed straight for the bedroom, changing into a nighty. I lay in bed wide eyed in worry about Emily. I felt Will sink into the other side of the bed with me, he draped his arm over me, but my mind was on the brunette.
The next morning
Penelope had called prior to picking me up in the morning. I was thankful that Will was still asleep when I had left. The ride to the hospital was quiet as both Penelope and I worried about Emily.
When we arrived it didn't take long to receive assistance in finding Emily's room, we've all had our share of being at this hospital. The nurse led us to her room. The sight of her still threw my emotions into a spin, as much as I tried to prepare myself for seeing her today.
She lay asleep, there was a bandage on her head with a small stain of blood on it. The usual monitors were hooked up around her, IV and heart monitor. I paused before I took the seat on the right next to her. Penelope sat a little further back on the left. "We've been checking in on her every hour on the hour because of her concussion. She pretty much falls back to sleep afterwards, she's exhausted." I thanked the nurse and she excused herself.
"What's going on?" Penelope asked me.
"…What do you mean?" I questioned back.
"I mean it's tray obvious, you two have been kind of on odd terms. The atmosphere is weird between the two of you. I mean I kind of noticed it a few months back, and I felt kind of bad. I mean you have Will and I have Kevin, by the time I tried to do anything about it she kind of just turned down my invites, then she started going home before I could catch her, avoiding us altogether." Penelope rambled.
"Sigh…I don't know, it's just…sigh" I ran my fingers through my hair and slouched leaning my head into my hand.
I looked at Emily laying so vulnerable in the hospital bed. I pressed my lips together trying to suppress teary eyes as I thought about Emily, then my own personal issues.
"It's not really working out with me and Will." I looked at Penelope. "I'm trying really hard though. I mean I want my baby to have a proper father, and it scares me, thinking about raising a child on my own. And Will has already moved here and given up so much. I feel guilty for even thinking of leaving him, I have to give him a chance…I have to give our baby a chance...to know their father. But…" I look back to Emily and touch her hand.
"It's just…I think I don't think I love Will…and…I think I'm developing feelings for someone else"
Penelope stayed silent, being a good friend and ear as she listened to everything I had to say. "Well, does he feel the same way?"
I looked up at her. 'I wasn't sure', hearing all of this actually said aloud was different than just thinking about it to myself. I starred at the floor and thought for a moment, all the thoughts of the past months, all the little gestures Emily would do. I thought back to the time when our friendship was so strong, when we were able to tell each other ANYTHING. I didn't get a chance to answer as I heard Emily groan.
"Uh…" Emily turned her head, trying hard to open her eyes, it seemed like the light bothered her as she squinted and shook her head a few times. She squinted at me "hey" I said to her I as I stood up and leaned over her. She squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head away "Ugh, how long have I been here?" she asked "You came out of surgery last night" I replied, "the nurse came in to wake you up throughout the night".
She exasperated a sigh, as she brought her hand up to the bridge of her nose and squeezed. She shut her eyes, she didn't say anything for the next moment. Just then the doctor walked in. "Ah, I see she's woken up on her own, you might be feeling a little nauseous as the anesthetic clears out", he moved towards the end of the bed, clipboard in hand.
He continued to mark things down "Can you tell me your name?" I watched Emily quietly as the doctor did his job. She looked slightly annoyed at him "Emily Prentiss" she sighed. "Do you remember what happened?" he paused and looked up at her "Tch, yeh, I got hit in the head with a baseball bat".
He walked around the bed to her side and pulled out a penlight. "Good," he flashed the lights in her eyes, then began making notes again. "What year is it?" he didn't look up at her. "2011" she responded.
He smiled at her then glanced at both Penelope and me. "The impact was made in the temporal lobe area" he waved his hand around an area of her bandage showing where she had been struck. He seemed to be talking to all of us.
"A few inches forward, or even a little bit harder could have been fatal, you are lucky, I am actually surprised your injuries aren't worse. We'll be monitoring your recovery closely, you'll need to REST for the next few days. We'll have to conduct a few MRI's just to ensure that everything is healing properly, you'll more than likely have to return for a post recovery check up. There will be a nurse coming in to look on you every hour like last night for about 10 more hours, you DO have a concussion "
"When will I be able to go home?" she spoke up. It was very like her to want to get out of a hospital as quickly as possible, although she seemed to be arguing less then usual.
"You've had a history of a prior concussions, and this injury is quite a level more serious then the prior ones. You have a "complex concussion" we'll have to watch you closely for at least 12 days. Depending on the results in the next week and a half we'll determine when you will be able to go home. If all goes well you could be home in a week and a half. Clearance for duty will also be determined during that time"
"Yeah, you hear that? You have to REST!" Penelope said sternly to Emily.
Emily half smiled back. "Uh, why do I have the feeling I have no chance in arguing with you Garcia" Penelope smiled back, reaching out and squeezing Emily other hand. "Because you know I won't take no for an answer…and that'll you'll lose against me…and that I'll make your life a living hell if you don't…and Derek and myself will probably gang up on you to do so" she retorted matter-of-factly.
I smiled at the little interaction. Garcia was definitely starting her magic at lightening up the mood already.
She turned her head and looked at me for the first time since waking up. She starred at me and her brow furrowed. She squinted for a moment, she looked like she was thinking hard like she was trying to remember something. Her expression neutralized as she spoke. "I'm sorry, I know that I work with you but… I've forgotten your name"
My breath caught in my throat, my eyes were wide open in shock, and my heart felt a pang of hurt, her hand dropped away from my grasp, as she starred back at me like a stranger.
AN – Yeah I know. O.M.G. right? ^_^