Disclaimer: Criminal Minds belongs to CBS and I am only playing in their universe. This story has a femslash theme. If this is not your thing, please find another story to read.
The dog was pacing back and forth in front of her. It was huge and the face was morphing between animal features and the features of a man named Rogers. He was a serial killer she had knocked out but not killed. The dog with Roger's face turned to look at her and said, "You don't think I'm that easy to catch do you?" the face morphed back to a snarling beast, and it roared as it leaped for Emily's throat.
Jerking awake, Emily sat straight up in bed and grabbed the nurse who was checking her air hose by the neck. "Whoa!" yelled a familiar voice whose owner was scrambling out of a nearby chair. Dave Rossi made gentle statements to Emily as he convinced her to release the terrified woman. As they watched as the nurse ran from the room, Rossi said, "Damn Emily, you just really don't like hospitals do you?" he smiled and then leaned in and kissed her on the top of the head. "Welcome back Cupcake. It is so good to have you awake." He pushed her back on to her pillow and pulled his phone from his pocket. "There are several people who have been waiting a week for this phone call." She looked at him in confusion. He raised his eyebrows as he pressed a button on his phone.
"Say it Rossi or hang up." said Penelope Garcia in that mothering best friend voice of hers.
"She's up and already tried to kill a nurse." He reported. A scream of delight echoed from the tiny device. Emily still confused pinched herself to make sure this wasn't some type of dream. Rossi hung up without any other conversation and then said, "The doctors have to check you out and then you and I are going on a little trip."
Emily tried to speak, but the attempt felt like she was shredding her vocal cords. She croaked, "Others?" through an intensely sore throat and dry mouth.
Dave winced at the ragged sound of her voice and then smiled, "They're all fine. You and JJ did it."
She steeled herself against the overwhelming fear of the next statement, she closed her eyes and asked, "Is JJ okay?"
Rossi put his hand on her shoulder, "She's recovering." Emily sat straight up and shot Rossi a look sharp enough to cut glass, "Yikes, wrong choice of words. She fine. You gave her a really bad scare, and she is trying to deal with what the both of you had to do while fighting the militia." He said it like he was watching his phrasing. He continued, "I'll tell you more once we get on the road. Rest up while I set up your escape from this place." He handed her a glass of ice chips. Emily had to suppress a giggle as she saw the concerned faces of several nurses through the open door as he left.
It took about three hours for the final doctor to sign off on Emily's release. She had strict orders not to use her voice for more than short sentences for the next few days. She was also to drink an obscene about of water a day. She had been told the particulars as to why this was important but the longer she was at the hospital the more agitated she became and didn't actually listen. If she needed to know something she would get in touch with them later.
Emily did laugh out loud when they told her that she would have been dead if it had not been for the layers of duct tape around her midsection. JJ's tape job had stopped her from bleeding to death. It had, in fact, helped the doctors in stitching up her side. She also learned that the thick tape had stopped the dart she had been shot with from discharging fully. "I don't know the whole story, but if any more of that serum derivative had entered your blood stream it would have been fatal." said the doctor as she signed the form. Placing the pen in her pocket, the doctor turned to Rossi, "She is all yours." turning to Emily she said, "Take care Ms. Prentiss, and good luck."
Rossi grabbed her arm and said, "Let's go." Emily was surprised to find that, as they left her hospital room, they were met by four armed agents. She was hustled into a waiting government SUV. As they drove, Emily narrowed her eyes at Rossi. "The team has been placed in protective custody while they follow up on Fleming's contacts and Rogers." Emily's demeanor changed dramatically. Rossi sighed, "He wasn't in the storage shed. There was a mess of blood and cut zip-ties. He could not have gone far. They will find him, now relax we have a long trip ahead of us." Emily closed her eyes, and the image of the nightmare dog paced behind her lids.
The flight was difficult. Emily could not relax; every time she started to doze off she would jolt awake. If it had only been Rossi in the plane with her it would have been okay. But the presence of the other agents was off setting to her. It was safe to say that Emily's trust of strangers would be nonexistent for some time.
She spent some of her time pulling together pieces of those last moments in the compound. Emily remembered, to her embarrassment, that she had been unable to go on. Tired and sluggish, she had been leaning on JJ for support as they walked to the infirmary in the compound. Smiling, she recalled that JJ had adjusted her grip so they were looking into each other's eyes. The ordeal was over, and they were starting to deal with what had happened to them. Then there was nothing, just nothing, her next memory is waking to that nightmare in the hospital. She hated losing time. Not when there was someone out there she owed every minute to.
They arrived at their destination just after two in the morning. Again, they were met by several SUVs and raced to their endpoint. Emily eyebrows shot up as she took in the building before her. Looking to Rossi, he shrugged, "D.O.D safe house confiscated from some drug dealer. He put in so many features they couldn't pass it up. Your bag is in your room, up the stairs to the right. The door's open. I'm beat, but if you need me I will stay with you awhile." Emily smiled and hugged Rossi, "Thank you." she whispered into his ear and then shooed him off to bed.
Following him through the massive copper doors, she watched as he turned and climbed the stairs. There was a second set of stairs led down to some type entertainment area. Emily moved straight out into a large open living space. There was nothing but windows out to the beach. The view surrounded a large fireplace which was currently burning low. Oversized leather furnishings populated the room matched with wood and metal accents. "Business must have been good." She smiled to herself as she admired the room. There was a bar area off to the side, and Emily thought she would try something besides water to loosen up her vocal cords.
She was in the middle of pouring herself something from the third bottle to the left when she heard a soft voice, "Drinking alone in the middle of the night is never a good sign." Emily smiled and paused for a moment then finished her pour. Without turning, she reached out and grabbed another glass and poured a second. As she finished, she felt arms move around her waist hugging her tightly.
She stilled then turning ever so slowly to look into JJ's incredible eyes. "You owe me." Emily huskily growled, and she leaned in and claimed those beautiful lips with her own. JJ made a small sound as she returned the kiss in full. Several moments later they finished their kiss but remained in each other's arms. Emily felt a knot uncoil in her stomach. She had been so worried about JJ and to hold her close like this just felt so right. JJ seemed to be experiencing something similar because she softened against Emily and nestled in close.
After a few moments more, Emily turned slightly and grabbed the drinks she had poured. Nodding towards the couch nearest the fireplace, Emily led JJ across the room. Moving carefully through the dimly lit room, they snuggled up on one end of the extra-large loveseat. They didn't say anything for a long time. Instead, they sipped their drinks and looked into the fire. Emily thought she might look more rested than JJ. She wanted to know more, but she didn't want to break this moment. Crush it with reality or the strange world that had become their reality. She stretched out and pulled JJ against her. JJ's mind filled with memories of a cold cave, and Emily's body wrapped tight around her. Her warmth and caring willing JJ to stay alive. She pulled herself up even with Emily and gently stroked a hand down her face.
"Thank you for saving my life Emily Prentiss." said JJ. Emily opened her mouth but JJ shook her head. "Don't talk." So Emily let actions speak for her. She grabbed JJ's hand and pressed a kiss into the palm. Then Emily leaned in and kissed her again , and when JJ responded with that insanely sexy sound she deepen the kiss using her tongue to convey the message that Emily could not say. JJ was flooded with emotion, and rolled slightly bending one leg up so her thigh slid between Emily's. She began to rock slowly in time with Emily's talented tongue.
The lightning bolt that shot through Emily's core rocked her senses, and it was her turn to make low appreciative sounds. "Baby you…," was all she got out as JJ pulled her back into another intense kiss. Emily reached down and traced her hands up JJ's sides pulling the T-shirt she was wearing up with the motion of her hands. The warmth of her body burned into Emily's form and as her fingertips touched the waistband of the boy-cut panties the sound of the door opening broke the spell.
A harsh hissing whisper echoed through the room. "As members of this profession you have an understanding of the workings and procedures involved in protective custody situations. This should not have to be explained to you. Catching protective custody charges skinny dipping in the ocean puts me in a very awkward position. Go to bed and stay there." barked a decidedly unhappy D.O.D agent. After shutting the door firmly there was a burst of hushed laughter.
Penelope Garcia said through gasps, "Awkward position, he has no idea what it means to be in an awkward position." This was followed by an equally jovial Derek Morgan, "I don't think I have ever seen seaweed used like that before." More laughing then there was the sound of a quick kiss. Derek said, "Thanks Babydoll, I so needed that. Now get to bed."
The stunned couple on the couch had to help each other stay quiet. Emily expected her stitches to burst from the strain it was taking to keep her from laughing out loud. When they finally had regained some of their composer, Emily reached out and pushed some of JJ's hair behind her ear. "Maybe we should take a lesson and find a new location before we also get a stern talking to ourselves."
JJ almost lost it again but kept it together, "Or we could just find some seaweed to…" Emily started kissing JJ again to stop her from laughing. They parted, and JJ outlined Emily's mouth with her finger. She said seriously, "We have time Emily. Now that you are here with me, I can rest. Let's get some sleep now and see what tomorrow brings." Emily hated to admit it, but JJ was right. She was relaxed, and she could use the sleep too. They got up and placed their glasses on the bar. Holding hands they climbed the stairs. For a moment Emily thought of pulling JJ into her room, but the moment passed as she heard a door being pulled open. As JJ and Emily ducked into their respective rooms they heard Penelope marching down the hall to the bathroom complaining about finding sand in too many unusual places.