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Hotches Pov

I opened my eyes someone else was in the apartment. maybe a few years ago this would have alarmed me, however I had become quit use to waking up to a friend in the apartment. Sometimes it was my apartment other times it was hers. I tiredly glanced at the clock. It was only 5:30 Emily always slept until six.

She must of had a nightmare my half asleep brain filled in. My brow furrowing in concern I made my way towards the I walked down the stair I decided I would take her to that coffee shop she had deemed cute as we drove by it one day. It was only down the street. Since she was awake so early she could get a caramel something or another. I smiled to myself. Emily will like that. As I reached for the SUV keys, my brain finally caught up with my awakened body.

Emily wasn't in my kitchen. Emily didn't have a nightmare last night. She wasn't awoken by some horror from our job. No, some monster from our job had made it so Emily would never wake up again.

I fought back tears as I forced myself to remember Emily Rose Prentiss was gone. Their was no point in doing something to make her smile because Emily wouldn't be their to smile. The pain in my gut was agonizing. Emily wouldn't be their to smile ever.

Calming myself I turned on my heels and walked up stairs. I did not want to worry Emilys daughter. Walking into the kitchen in tears, would alarm her.

Third person Maddie

Madlien Prentiss paced in the kitchen. She hated the unfamiliarity she had been thrown into.

Madlien was gratefull for the roof over her head. she was gratefull more so for the sheltered freedom she was allowed.

Madlien hated that she was rescued to late. She knew it was a petty thought, but couldn't help but think it wasn't fair. After all her parents were good people as far as she knew so how did their deaths balance out?

Maddie had always found a degree of comfort in logic. Maddie coped in a very similar mechanism as the one her mother had used. Only her mask wasn't as perfected as her mothers.

To be able to fit something in a little box she had to find logic in it. The logic Maddie seeked was simple. If this... Then this... Therefore this applys. She understood the world wasn't fair. Fortunatley for Maddie logic didn't have to be.

Angrily Maddie glared at the wooden floor. Tears stung her eyes. She would never see her mother again. How was she expected to wrap her head around that. How could Maddie make sense of her moms death when she found it difficult for her to breathe at the thought.

Maddie hated feeling so lost and confused. Maddie realized being angry was useless she disliked this. The young girl missed her mom.

None of this compared to the feeling she held towards the small rooms she had been held in. Madlien Lennings Prentiss loathed nothing as much as she loathed that room

Emily pov.

Slowly I opened my eyes expecting to be in a cell after all I had been arrested. I was not in a cell. I was in a bland room with calming colors. This led me to believe I was in a hotel room.

My muscles protested as I tried to shift myself into a sitting position. Had I been injured? I stay still temporarily giving up the idea to sit up. My senses were slow so it took me a few moments before I cataloged another person in my room.

I stilled hoping not to alert the other person until I knew who it was. The last thing I remember was being arrested by Kenderson. So it had to be him in the room. I opened my mouth to speak but it felt heavy so I decided instead of attempting a three syllable word I would only Utter one syllable.

"Grant?"I questioned. Immediately strong arms lifted me into a sitting position. I was now leaning against the head board. From my new position I could now see me surroundings clearer.

It was Kenderson in the room with me. There was also an IV in my arm. I wondered if perhaps I was actually in a really nice hospital room.

I watched as Kenderson lifted a cup and gently guided the straw to my mouth. Without thinking I greedily sucked in the liquid. It tasted horrible but soothed my dry throat. Once I had drained the contents of the cup Kenderson placed it on a counter across the room then walked back to me.

I tried again to speak. "You can't arrest me, considering breaking an Oath is not a crime" I told him giving myself a mental fist pump when I completed the sentence.

"Emily you had the drawer open. Intention to break your Oath is a crime..." he told me.

Slowly I moved my head back and forth. This took more effort then it ever had in the past. "The file stayed in the drawer." I informed him slowly growing more and more confident in my ability to speak." It is not intention to share until the file leaves the safe.'" I recited.

"Also" I added "the computer saw a high probability I would break my Oath which has never been enough grounds to arrest a former agent."

Grant met my eyes I saw sadness and guilt portrayed in them." Oh Emily, how I wished you made that argument four monthes ago." He told me.

The pieces of the puzzle slowly put themselves togather in my head. Now I knew how, I had ended up with unused muscles in a hotel room. I knew what my department did with their prisoners. I knew the treatment I had endured these last four months. Only one question remained to be answered.

"Why now?" I asked. Grant looked at me. about tree days ago I got a phone call from your daughter. She is safe and with your BAU team. He informed me.

Maddie is alive. Maddie is safe and with my familiy. My beautiful baby came home. I felt my chest lighten. She is fourteen years old now. There is no more past tense associated wth my daughter. I no longer think that she wold have been fourteen. She is. I have a daughter who is fourteen years old.

Grant held my gaze. "Em, We will get her mother home to her. Your physical therapist is coming in 10 miutes. He held two plane tickets up one was a round trip the other was a one way. Both the tickets were stamped a month from now.

If I did the math correctly.

They were to dulles air port. I would be going home. In one month

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