Junge Frau
Four days after Sara had woken up, the team was back at the hotel they had stayed, while Hotch and Sara were at the hospital. Sara was sitting on the bed with a hoodie and torn up jeans. She had lost unhealthy amouunt of weight and she was still tired from being in coma. She refused to eat alot because she just wasnt in the proper mood. On the second day of being fully awake, which was three days ago, she had at least a four course meal. And then highly regretted that, so she just stuck to foods that were kind to her stomach. Sara had her go-bag next to her, she was in Emily's room waiting for her to finish packing. They were going to go back home today, and all Sara wanted to do was go home and sleep. Emily stopped for a moment, after putting her jeans into her go-bag.
"Is there something I can do for you?" she asked softly. Sara shook her head silently and looked down at her hands. Emily had many interviews with rape victims, but this one she was just stumped upon. She started to finish up packing and zipped her bag shut. When there came a knock on the door, Sara jumped at least a foot off of the bed and she let out a yelp.
"Sara, its okay, its just Morgan telling us its time to go." she calmly said.
"Oh..yeah, right." she nodded softly and grabbed her own go-bag. Attempting to not fall over from the sudden pressure onto her shoulder. Emily opened the door and Morgan entered the room. He greeted them and saw Sara struggle with her bag.
"Let me get that, Sara." he let a small smile slip through and she smiled back. She attempted to hand it over to him, but it fell to the ground. He picked it up from the ground and she pulled her hand away from the strap. She let a shaky sigh pass her lips and she picked up her iPod and book.
"Sorry, Derek." she said as she walked past them too and out into the hallway meeting the others. Morgan watched her go and exchanged looks with Emily.
"Long way to go, I feel so sorry for her." Emily picked up her own back and went past Morgan. He nodded and agreed silently, exiting out of the room.
On the plane. . .
When Sara entered the plane right behind Hotch, she chose the seat farthest from the middle. She sat in the back of the plane, away from them. She also put her iPod and her book onto the table infront of her and watched as the rest of the team filter in and choosing their seats. When the plane took off, Sara stared out of the window, her memory was still a bit shady in some areas, but she remembers the team, her family, their deaths, and now what had happened to her. She just couldnt understand why she couldnt remember the happy memories with her parents. When the plane was up in the sky and leveled, they were told that they could take off their seatbelts. When she took hers off she got out of her seat, headed towards the little mini-bar that was near her. Hotch watched her as she pulled up the bottle of whiskey, pouring it into a small glass. He stood up casually walking over towards her, watching as she popped some of her medicines and picking up the drink. He took the drink calmly and fished out a water bottle that was in the fridge and put it into her hand. She looked up towards him and then looked back down, unscrewing the cap.
"You do realize that medicines like that dont mix with drinks like this." he raised a questionable eyebrow at her and she just shrugged her shoulders lightly.
"Its not like Im gonna live or anything." she murmured under her breath as she took a fourth sip of the water. She brushed passed him and walked towards her seat again sitting and scootching over. Hotch walked towards where she was sitting, and on his way passing the whiskey over to Dave as he thanked him and finished it in one gulp. Hotch then sat across from Sara, folding his hands together onto the table. Sara didnt make eye contact with him, and didnt even attempt to.
"Sara, we need to talk." he said in a whisper/stern tone. She closed her eyes and just wanted to become invisible. She hated her life right now, why did he want to make it worse? She shook her head mentally and took a deep breath and let it out. She had to keep a clear conscience, the UNSUB wanted to degrade her. And boy, he sure did. He degraded her so much, there is nothing left of her. She bit her lip as she opened her eyes and put her hands into her pockets of her hoodie. She pressed her back firmly onto her seat and blinked a tear that rolled down her cheek. Hotch noticed this and his expression softened and his tiredness started to show. Why the hell was he going to talk about the unspeakable that happened, right now? He never took his eyes off of Sara, reading her as best as he could. She was becoming very hard to predict now, and she forced herself to look at him in the eyes.
"I dont want all these bad memories. I want all the good ones, the times when I was younger. The playground, the friends, the amazing time. What the hell happened?" she nearly had another breakdown moment. She quickly looked out the window, and blinked away more tears, she reached her hand up and wiped them off. Hotch didnt really know the answer to the question, but he had to answer her. He looked out of the window right quick and then stared at her.
"What happened was, the world became a very bad place to live in. Yet we go out everyday and change people's lives. To make the good guys make a comeback and conquer." that was all he could muster. He saw her leaned back again, and closed her eyes.
"Yet, we crack. We arent perfect." she mumbled, the medicine taking a toll on her, and rather quickly at that.
"We are human, we make mistakes, we witness things we dont want too.." he whispered to her, she nodded in response and yawned a bit, and pulled her hoodie closer to her.
"Get some rest, Sara..we will be landing in a couple of hours." he said as he turned out the light and stood, moving over to the sofa which no one had taken up. He stretched out and closed his eyes. She looked over towards him and then back out of the window. She then wiped away the final tears and went to sleep.
