Chapter 14

A/N: Just so no one gets confused this is still through Amy's perspective. Sorry for the delay my computer broke, thankfully all fixed now…

I can feel the steady breathing for her as she lies with her head in my lap; I know Emily will be worrying since I have been up here so long. Though I cannot move nor do I want to move right now. The mothering side of me wants Jennifer to feel safe and I just pray she understands that neither of us are going to hurt her. I hope I have gotten through to her but yet I am unsure if she has listened fully to what I have said, I guess time will tell, as I continue to run my fingers through her hair.

I can't help thinking back to the first time I met Emily, I watched on as she listen to the lecture, her eyes solely focused on what was being said. It was in that moment I wanted to get to know her, her eyes seemed to hold so much inside as though she yearned to be wanted excepted but yet I could see the walls which she hid behind.

I was already working for the CIA when we met, I had been given the assignment to find new recruits, to find young minds which we could mould into what we wanted, though part of it played on my mind it was my job. I had been with them for six years, six years in a job I loved and despised at the same time.

Though getting to know Emily wasn't about the job it was about her, the more time I spent with her the more I wanted to know her. She was and is still special even after all these years, I was the one that brought her to the CIA, and I was the one who knew how different she was to anyone else. We had started dating before she joined the CIA; part of me feels like I tricked her. I brought her so much pain, but yet she took it all in her stride as though nothing and no one could hurt her. Though I knew it had hurt her mentally.

I run my fingers through Jennifer's hair.

"Do you feel like coming back downstairs?" I ask in a sort of hope she is willing to trust me and Emily.

I can't help the smile which takes over my lips as she nods and begins to move.

"Is she mad?"

I look at her slightly puzzled before I realise what she is referring to.

"No sweetheart she isn't mad, and she won't hurt you. I promise"

I am grateful when she nods against me. I wait for her to lift her head giving her a soft smile before I move back to my chair; I give her a soft smile.

"Would you like to come down in the elevator or would you prefer the stairs" I can't help giving her a soft smile as I watch the play of thoughts behind her eyes.

I can't help the smile that takes over me as she keeps herself as close as possible to me as she follows me to the elevator. We make our way down and as the doors open I can feel panic and worry I can't help but frown slightly. The worry I feel I can understand, but the panic Emily doesn't really panic unless something is totally out of her control.

We make our way into the lounge I can feel the grip Jennifer now has on my top as I watch slightly amused at Emily who is pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace.

"Emily?" I say softly pulling her attention and making her stop the obsessive pacing before she wears holes in the carpet.

She looks at me as though something has put the fear of god in her. Jennifer is still stood behind me; I can't help the internal sigh, as my body relaxes slightly. Her eyes meet mine, before they fall onto Jennifer's; I can feel her tremble at the side of me. I give her hand a reassuring squeeze before making my way in fully.

"What's wrong Emily" I say firmly.

It is like looking at a wild animal which wants to bolt, but scared of bolting at the same time, it isn't a look I am use to seeing in Emily. I can see the fear in her eyes and that worries me more than anything.

"Emily?" I ask in a question, I look up towards Jennifer I give her a soft smile.

"Can you put the kettle on for us please Jennifer" I give her a soft smile as her grip slackens.

"What's going on Emily?" I ask again.

I look deeply into swirling chocolate eyes, eyes which are now searching the blank doorway, I move in slowly making my way to where Emily is, I can feel the panic more than anything now, though it is also covered with fear.

"Garcia" Emily whispered slightly.

I can only groan internally knowing what may be happing.

"She's on her way here" Emily's eyes are slightly wide as she speaks. "I couldn't stop her" I can only nod.

I know full well that Garcia is a force to be reckoned with and once the blonde tech had something in her sights there was little anyone could do to stop her. The one good thing about Garcia is she hasn't got a bad bone in her body; her mind is always filled with happiness, though worry sets in sometimes. Many nights she has turned up at our home while the team is on a case. The pictures which have filled her screen haunted her more than most. She hurt for the victims, she hurt for the unsubs as she would delve into their broken past. Or the sheer anger she had felt when a child had become a victim.

"I guess we need to warn Jennifer" I said as I rolled my eyes slightly.

"Don't be too hard on her Amy, she's worried" Emily said softly to me.

I know she is right Garcia worries so deeply about us all, but she worries about Emily the most. They all know how guarded she is, how closed off she has become. They have seen aside to her no one should ever have seen. Though the Emily I know and love, no matter how many walls she places inside her. No matter how much she hides herself from the team, to me she is an open book a book filled with so much hurt, so much confusion even after all this time. But when we are alone when there are no ears to hear us, she is the most sensitive person ever. The cases hurt her so much the victims tear at her soul, her mind hurts for what has happened to cause the unsubs to snap but she also can never forgive anyone for hurting an innocent person.

"I will go and let Jennifer know" I say softly.

"Is she," Emily's eyes plead with mine as though she can't ask the question but at the same time wanting answers, her eyes speak so many volumes to me.

I give her a soft smile as I take hold of her hand placing my lips on her hand. "She doesn't hate you Emily, she is just scared" I keep my voice firm as I speak. She gives me a slight nod.

I make my way into the kitchen I watch as Jennifer plays with the cups as though she has never made a brew before, either that or she is waiting to get shouted at. Ki clear my throat as I enter fully.

"You may want to pull another cup down Jennifer" I can only give her an amused smile as she looks at me totally confused.

"But there's only three of us?" she replies her voice laced with confusion.

"You are correct there is only three of us for now." I give her a pointed look. "A friend of ours is on her way over, I promise you Jennifer she won't hurt you,"

I watch as her eyes widen I move closer reaching out to grab her hand to calm her, I watch as the panic fills her whole body, her eyes meet with mine as I look softly at her.

"Shh, sweetheart, no one is going to hurt you" I say gently.

Though I may want to kick Garcia's arse, when she finally arrives. I can feel her tremble as I gently tug on her hand pulling her attention back on to me. I motion her to sit on the nearby stool, but I can tell by the way her body is sitting her on a stool isn't the best idea, she needs to feel safe and right now I know she doesn't.