Okay guys, here is the new and I hope you enjoy! Don't forget to review ( Pretty pretty please! ) and maybe you could give me an idea for song lyrics for future chapters! If yours gets chosen I'll make sure to give you a mention for being SUCH a lyrical genius! And if you enjoy THIS story, make sure to check out my other ones!
The song used today was The Light, By Sara Bareilles!
Helaina OUT!
In the morning it comes, heaven sent a hurricane
Not a trace of the sun but I don't even run from rain
Beating out of my chest, heart is holding on to you
From the moment I knew
From the moment I knew
The team didn't move, or even breath for that matter. "What?" Spencer finally asked. "What do you mean he's not your Master, Emmy? Who is he then?"
The man, who was now a bigger mystery than area 51, looked at Emmy with amusement and ran his knife a little further down to the base of her neck. "'Emmy'?" He mocked. "They're naming you now? Oh, we know that's not good for your ego; soon you'll be thinking that you're a regular human being!"
"She is a regular human being!" Morgan spat. "If anyone here is in question bout that, it'd be you."
The Unsub laughed, which made the blade piercing Emmy's skin move around and cause such a pain it made her arm feel funny. "Such lies they're telling, Emmy! Oh, how could you possibly believe them? You know too well how untrustworthy they are."
"Untrustworthy?" Rossi questioned. "How can you say that when you're threatening an innocent young girl?"
That just made him laugh even harder. "Agent Rossi, there are two things I must point out to you. One: This girl is not innocent. And two: Just because I's ripping into her flesh, that does not mean I'm untrustworthy!" He looked down at Emmy. "I've never lied to you, have I? Not ONCE in all the time I've been with you!"
"N- No..." She said in defeat, looking away from everyone and staring down at the floor, her brown fringe covering her eyes so that none of the team could see the passing emotions. "No, you have never lied..."
"Tell them!" He snapped, jerking her upright; making sure they could see her clearly. "Tell them just how trustworthy I really am!" A sob escaped from Emmy as she looked at Aaron and Spencer, the broken look they had for her clearly hidden behind the pure rage they felt for him. She didn't want to tell... She never wanted to tell! And things only got worse when the rest of the team arrived for backup, easily fitting into the bathroom and quickly assessing the situation.
"TELL THEM!" He yelled again, digging the knife in even deeper.
Emmy screamed from the burning sensation. "When he said he would get me water-!" She started, gritting her teeth the whole while. "He got me water. When he said he would feed me, he fed me. When he said he would touch me, he did. And when he said he would fuck me..." She paused, only to catch Aaron's gaze and lock with it; defeat and despair drifting in her eyes. "He fucked me... He never lied, he never ever lied. He was only one who told the truth, he was only one I could trust to keep his word; even if I had no choice..."
"That's right." He said soothingly, retracting the knife and running it gently through her hair. "And nothing's changed since then, you know you can still trust me to do that."
She nodded quickly, not wanting to anger him any further. "I know, I know! Y- You would never lie to me. You love me..."
"Yes!" He burst happily, kissing her cheek and momentarily forgetting about the several agents pointing several guns at him. "I do love you, and you love me... Right?"
Emmy forced on a shaky smile. "Of course I do il mio amore... Si prega, permettetemi di essere con voi..."
The team frowned deeply, wanting to look to Emily for translation, but not being able to draw their eyes from the pair.
"Che cosa circa il vostro prezioso Specner?" The Unsub growled back.
She looked at him with desperate eyes, pleading with him silently. "Voglio soltanto di essere con voi! Il mio amore, solo a te! Non sono nulla! Lasciamo insieme. Proprio come lei ha promesso!"
He looked at Emmy, and then at the team, then back at Emmy. "Sì il mio amore..." Emmy visibly relaxed, ever so slightly; a smile playing on the very edges of her lips. "Come ho promesso!"
He raised the knife to strike her, which made Emmy instinctively recoil in his arms. This gave Emily the chance she had been waiting for to shoot...
You were the air in my breath filling up my love soaked lungs
Such a beautiful mess intertwined and overrun
Nothing better than this, ooh, and then the storm can come
You feels just like the sun
Just like the sun
Hotch darted forwards and swiftly picked up Emmy from the bleeding man's arms and carried out to safety. "Emmy?" He said when they were safely in the hallway. "We need to get these looked at, okay?"
She nodded sleepily, and looked at him softly. "Ho mentito, Aronne... Mi ha mentito..."
He looked down at her, wanting to know what she had said, but seeing that she was drifting to sleep and deciding that she needed it more than anything right now.
"She said she lied Hotch." Emily said from behind him. He looked up at her with a confused frown. "In the room she lied about wanting to be with him, she told him not to hurt us and to leave with her." Emily knelt down next to them and regarded Emmy. "She was willing to go back to that hell, for us... Complete strangers!" She gave Hotch and incredulous look. "Who does that..?"
She left a moment later, only to be replace by a very nervous Spencer. "Hotch, oh my God, is she okay?"
He looked at his lover solemnly. "She will be, she just needs these cuts looked at, but I don't think it's anything more serious then what's happened to her already..."
Spencer let out a relieved sigh, reaching out and placing his palm on her cheek, stroking it tenderly with his thumb. "Jesus, Aaron; I promised I'd protect her. I told her that nothing could hurt her anymore... And now she'd covered in her own blood."
"You couldn't have known this was going to happen!" Hotch said sharply. "She was in an FBI building, surrounded by hundreds of agents; none of us could have seen this coming. So don't even start to think that this was somehow your fault or, I swear to God, I will suspend you."
Spencer looked at his boss with wide eyes, then relaxed slightly and gave a small smile which Hotch returned. "I love you." He whispered.
Aaron moved his hand so it was discretely touching Spencer's. "I love you too."
"Don't I get any love..?"
The pair froze.
And if you say be alright
I'm gonna trust you, babe
I'm gonna look in your eyes
And if you say be alright
I'll follow you into the light
Emmy was smiling up at them weakly, not exactly knowing WHAT was going on.
"Emmy..." He said softly, his hand still on her cheek. "How are you feeling?"
"Better than I do most days.." She said.
"They did this to you everyday?" Spencer asked.
"No." She said. "They do this to me most days. I get to rest some-"
"I think you mean they did this to you most days." Hotch interrupted. "They're not going to do this anymore, you know that don't you."
This time it was Emmy who placed a tentative hand on his cheek. "Oh Aaron..." She sighed. "If only that were true..."
The two agents were about to comment on that when the paramedics arrived, quick to shoo them away to tend to Emmy's wounds. They were quickly briefed by Rossi and Morgan; and when they started towards the ambulance Spencer declared that he was going in there with her. The rest of the team agreed and said they would follow by car. Hotch was about to follow them to his own car when he was called over by a shaken Strauss.
It wasn't clear that this whole thing had affected her, but being a profiler gave you the ability to notice these things. "What can I do for you?"
Strauss took a split second to compose herself before continuing. "Agent Hotchner, this young girl was under the supervision of the FBI when she was attacked, is that correct?"
He nodded. "She was."
"Well then her case is our case." She said sharply. "I want you to find out what is going on, who took her, and who attacked her and one of my agents in this building! I want you to report to me this afternoon after the hospital, and when you do I expect you to know more than you do now, am I clear?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"Good. You may go now."
Hotch turned and started to walk towards the exit.
"Agent Hotchner!"
Aaron paused and turned back to his superiour. "Yes Ma'am?"
Strauss gave him a look that was almost... human! And he almost stumbled back when she asked him, in a shaky voice: "Find out what the hell happened to that poor girl..."
Never mind what I knew, nothing seems to matter now
Ooh, who I was without you, I can do without
No one knows where ends, how it may come tumbling down
But I'm here with you now
I'm with you now
And if you say be alright
I'm gonna trust you, babe
I'm gonna look in your eyes
And if you say be alright
I'll follow you into the light
Emmy woke up, once again, in a warm and white hospital bed; dressed in a gown that was two sizes two big for her. She groaned gently and rolled to her side, wincing when the cut on her neck rubbed against the pillow. "Ow..."
"Emmy..?" A soft voice said. "Are you okay?"
Emmy moved her head to look in the direction of the mysterious voice, smiling when she saw a friendly face. "Dave... How's Penny?"
Rossi moved his seat closer to her bed. "She's fine sweetie. Just complaining about a headache, but being pampered by Morgan. So she's a happy woman right now."
"Who's Morgan?"
"Sweetie, he looked after you in the hospital; don't you remember Derek?"
"OH!" She said with a grin. "DEREK! I know them name Derek; but why call him Morgan?"
"That's his last name."
"I know." She said, sitting up and placing he hands on her lap, looking off thoughtfully for a second or two. "But why do you call him Morgan, why not call him by his name?"
Rossi copied her and sat up in his seat. "Well, Emmy, it's... politer that way. It's a show of respect."
"Not reeeaaallly..." She said, making a face that a child would when they don't understand. "You call them Mr or Mrs then. That's polite. And you're all friends, you don't need to show you respect each other; cos you already know you do!"
Rossi raised his eyebrows. This girl was wise... She spoke it the most strange way. She sounded like a child, the way she formed her sentences and said certain words; but she was clearly smart. Rossi chuckled. She sounded like a nine year old reading Goeth.
"Dave..?" Emmy said quietly.
Rossi looked up at her. "What is it sweetie?"
She fidgeted in her bed for a moment, not exactly knowing what she wanted to say. "Umm... What happened to George?"
"George?"
"Yeah, the man from the bathroom. What happened to him?"
"Honey, he died."
Emmy froze. "Oh..." She whispered, lowering her head and looking at her shaking hands. Her lips started to quiver slightly, then her eyes began to flutter. She raised her hands to her face and started to cry.
The rest of the team, who had been outside talking to the doctor, rushed inside and watched as Garcia, Aaron and Spencer went to her side. "What happened? Emmy what's the matter?"
"She started to cry when I told her about... George." They all gave him blank looks. "The man from earlier. She identified him as George."
"He shouldn't have died!" She wailed, wiping her tear away on the back of her hand. "He promised me! He promised!"
Spencer held her by the arms, trying to calm her down and to stop her from reopening her wounds. "What? What did he promise you, Emmy?"
"He promised to kill me!" She cried. "He promised! He promised! HE PROMISED!"
And if you say be alright
I'm gonna trust you, babe
I'm gonna look in your eyes
And if you say be alright
I'll follow you into the light