A/N:

Hey there,

this chapter is really, really short and not really what I had aimed for. I was quite busy (last few test to be taken, still birthday stuff to do, reunion with some friends who spent a year in the US aso... it's drving me crazy, especially since I'm celebrating because everyone was like "oh no, you can't just ignore your 18th" -.-). So I uploaded what I got so far, it's not revised yet. Like I said there would be a Doyle/ JJ scene in this chapter but there isn't one. I just began writing it and got like... woah, the glorious amount of six words total!

Thanks to blackandblueangel, HestiaRue14 and lazerwolf314 for reviewing the last chapter & (lazerwolf314) the offer to beta this! This would be most amazing! I don't really know how beta-reading works yet. xD

The disclaimer stays the same. But seriously - isn't that stupid? Why would I write fanfiction if I would own the show?

I think "Pens for Kristen" had still not reached its closing date. It#s sending funny pens to the owner (or some po box) of the CM blogspot and then they'll pick some of the pens and Kristen Vangsness will use them in the show.

& (so not CM related) if you want to save Americas Most Wanted you can trend #SaveAmericasMostWanted on twitter. i can't get it out of my head since Pauley Perette posted it like a bazillion of times even though I think this show is stupid and it's foremost purpose was making koney with some real blood and crime. hm... whatever.

Aber the scientific stuff... I have no idea whether you can use a SEM to photogrph . :)

So... I hope you'll enjoy this chapter though!

Please Review, review, review, review... 'nough said. ;D

Time seemd to stand still.

JJ had no idea how long Henry and her had been alone but it felt as if it'd been way too long. Not that she wished for her tomremnot to come back but because she felt Herny getting colder and colder in her arms. She gently rubbed his back and arms, holding him as tight to herself as possible - trying to give him every bit or wormth she had. Which was riddiculously little.

She looked up into the camera. The right small light told her that it still was on and she knew that Doyle had probably send a video of her and Henry to Emily. He had her number and for the first time she regrettet having a safe cell phone.

Finally she let her despiration win. She was already weak and obviously afraid - if not of her own life she definitly feared that Henry might not make it. Doyle would very likely use what she was about to do in some way against the BAU team and herself but she didn't mind any longer. If this was how it would be supposed to be she would let it take its way. If she was supposed to break and make everyone else break, too - fine. Henry needed to live. It was all that mattered to her.

"Emily?", she whispered while focussing on where she assumed the lens of the camera was, "I don't know if you'll see this but I just... I never wanted this to happen, Emily. I'm so sorry I- ...I should have been more careful. Somehow. Maybe things would have turned out fine then and not... not..."

Her voice was interrupteb by sobs. JJ squeezed henry's hand, hoping he might respond this time. As he didn't, again, her sobs became heavier and for a couple of minutes she concentrated on taking deep, consistend breaths to calm down again.

"Really, Emily, I wanted it to be different and not like... that. And if it would only be me I wouldn't come to you with entreaty like that. You know I could handle being here with Doyle. I really could, I wouldn't even be afraid. But Henry's here, too. He is afraid and I am, too. And... he is too young. So... I... I don't know how to say... you can save us, Emily. I would never ever demand of anyone to die for me but... I beg you to come save my little boy! I beg you, Em, please!"

After she finished the room seemed to be even colder than before. The silence left seemed to be painful as JJ knew that she had just sentenced her friend to death. Emily was a good person and more than that - she felt guilty. If she hadn't already been determined to do what Doyle had demanded for -which was more than only possible- she would without a doubt turn herself in now. He would send her the video. No matter how much physical pain he could inflict to his two hostages - what she just said, her plea to Emily to die would always be his strongest weapon,

JJ had just made Emily kill herself, that she knew for sure, and she felt dirty.

And yet she couldn't supress hope.

"Hey Morgan?"

He didn't bother answering or at least turning around. He leaned against the wall next to the conference room and read in one of Reid's scientific magazines. He kept his eyes focused on the picture of a scanning electron microscope picture of EHEC and pretended to read the article about it. Emily wondered whether he had taken one of those magazines because he wanted to avoid talking to hear right away or if he only wanted to keep his mind off heavier things in general.

The case hand't developed at all and Hotch had went to Strauss' office again, requesting more support even though they didn't need any. He did it for the simple purpose of doing something. Right now it made no difference whether they were two, twenty or two hundred people.

So Emily had decided to use the time and at least try cleaning up the mess she had made.

"Morgan, please - do you have a second?"

As he didn't respond to Emily's addressing again she gently touched his shoulder. He quickly armed her hand away and spun around, glancing in her with anger and rejection.

"What du you want?", he hissed, taking a step back from her.

"I think you know this pretty darn well!", Emily snapped back, "so don't pretend to be more of a jerk-off than you actually are, duh!"

"Yeah, that's a great way to convince me to speak with you."

"Concidering what mood you're in right now I'm not even sure if I actually want to talk to you!"

"Or really? Great, then just leave and stop vexing me!"

"I would do exactly this withing seconds if circumstances wouldn't make this an impossible thing."

"I don't see the impossibility in there, Emily, and I don't see the need to talk either."

"Well, I do."

"You know when I would have had plenty of time to talk? One and a half month a- but, oh, wait. Forgot I was wasting a whole day at the fake funeral of some genius that tried to protect us but wasn't even able to follow through with it!"

"Look, I know I screwed up-"

"Big time, Em, big time!"

"-and I want to apologize-"

"You want? Woooah - now I feel better. A simple sorry can achieve so much."

It took the last bit of controle she had left. The conversation hadn't taken the way she had hoped for at all but it seemed to only get worse. But Emily had no time for this. If she had lived for more than a day or so in freedom she would have taken some more time to earn back Morgan's friendship by being kind and understanding. Right now the only chance she had was trying to get it back in a rough way. She'd either succeed or totally fail.

She missed what she had had and she wanted it back. It was worth it.

"Morgan, would you please stop being sarcastic all the time? I am seriously trying to iron things out before my death and if you don't want to talk you could at least shut up and listen to what I have to tell you! It is not that hard and neither is it too much to ask for, now is it?"

Morgan eyeballed her for a bit and even though his expression was filled wiht obvious anger Emily noticed the smile he supressed. She sighted. First step taken. Only like a million or so left.

"Then what is it you want to say?"

"It, ehm... it's pretty much what I told Garcia and Reid, too. I'm sorry but you need to know that hurting anyone was not my intention."

"Why did you come back?"

She paused, not sure what to say. She had hurried to cover her throat again after Garcia had seen what had been a supposed to stay a secret until she died.

"I- ...I couldn't take it. My french sucks. My fake ID name sucked. My only friend was the caricature of herself and kept chatting about the upper class' sex life. I was far from home. It was the wrong place for me to stay."

"So this is the right one?"

This time his question was free of the irony and sarcasm that had made Emily so angry before.

"Yes, it is. Even though I had hopef for things to take a... better way."

"You don't regret coming back?"

"If there is one thing I regret it's leaving. Like it said - Paris was the wrong place. I do not belong there and if it means ending up with a sadist creep an a basement... well, it's better than eating frog legs."

She smiled and he did, too.

"So, ehm... are we cool?", she hesitatingly asked but as his expression changed again Emily's heart sank to her boots. She turned around to go get some water and Morgan narrpwed his eyes to slits as he started at another picture in the magazine.

"You know - I might not have a lot of time left but as long as I am here I won't stop trying."

"Why?"

"Because you are my friend and you are my partner."

She smiled again and walked away, leaving Morgan behind.