chapter 21

Happy Holidays everyone:)

disclaimer: i do not own any of the criminal minds characters, i do own the victims/suspects/officers.

this story will become very dark and may contain material that upsets some peoole

RATED : Mature Audiences only

please leave any comments below, this is my first criminal minds fabrication! please let me know what i can do better!

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The next morning, Emily was up first. She had barely gotten any sleep since every time she closed her eyes, Chris was there. At one point she had fallen asleep only to be woke up because of a dream.

"How did you sleep?" Morgan asked, rubbing his eyes after he came downstairs.

"Okay, what about you? Was the guest room good?" She asked, trying to remain talkative, when really she didn't want to talk at all.

"It was good, that bed is really comfy!" He said happily.

She forced a small smile, "I'm glad."

Silence filled the kitchen while Emily was making coffee for him. She wasn't hungry, and hadn't been since she was taken. She knew what he was about to say, but she didn't want to hear it.

"Em, you know–"

"I know. I have to give my statement. I'll go get ready."

"You can eat first, we don't have to rush." He said gently.

"It's okay, I'm not hungry anyway." She said, walking back up the stairs.

He sighed, knowing what that meant. He walked over to the black machine on her counter and poured himself some coffee. Just then his phone rang, and it was Hotch.

"Yeah?" He said answering the phone.

"Did she agree to come in?" Hotch's serious voice replied.

"Yeah, she's getting ready now. We will be there soon."

"Okay, how was she last night?" She slowly asked.

Morgan sighed into the phone, "I don't really know, you know Prentiss. She won't talk to me about it."

"Yeah, we just have to get her to talk eventually." Hotch said sadly.

"I'm sure she will, oh and hey, anything on Chris?"

Hotch paused, shuffled through his papers then replied, "No, they haven't got anything on him yet. We're going to get him Morgan. We will." Hotch promised.

After Morgan hung up with Hotch, he heard Emily's coming down the stairs. She came around the corner dressed in her usual. Dress pants and a dress coat. She had tried to cover up any visible bruises with makeup, but she could still see them. He saw her since in pain as she made a sharp turn around the corner.

"Em, did you take the pain killers they gave you? I bet they're pretty good." He tried to joke to lighten the mood.

"No, I don't need any." She said looking down.

"Em, it will make you more comfortable, you should go ta–"

"Can we just go?" She snapped.

"Yeah, sure of course." He said shocked.

They walked out of her apartment and decided to take the stairs this time. When they made it out of the building, the got into Morgan's car and started on their way.

They arrived at the BAU about ten minutes later, and the entire ride Emily stared out the window. She was trying to decide who she would want to hear her statement. She knew it had to be one of her team members, but how could she choose to tell? Whoever it was, they would never look at her the same way. They would think of her as weak and disgusting.

?No. That's not what they told victims. They always said, "Nothing is your fault, You didn't want what happened to you, Nobody blames you"

Now she knew that every time she had told someone that it was bullshit. It didn't change the way they thought. It went in one year and out the other.

"Em?" She snapped back to reality when she heard Morgan say her name.

"We're here, you ready?" He asked.

"Yeah, sorry."

She got out of the car and they walked into the BAU together. Emily's heart started to pound as they walked in. She was about to tell one of her closest friends about the hell that happened to her.

"Hey Em!" Garcia said loudly, coming out of her office.

"Hey Garcia!" Emily said faking a happiness that fooled the analyst.

"Where is Hotch?" Morgan asked.

"Oh, boss man is in his office."

"Alright, thanks Garcia." Morgan said, leading Emily forward. He placed her hand on her back.

She flinched away from his touch. She winced at her own actions. She couldn't even handle Morgan, one of her best friends, touch her.

"Sorry." She mumbled.

"Em, its okay. Don't worry about it."

She tried to force a smile and they stopped at his desk.

"You ready?" Morgan asked softly.

She nodded and walked into Hotch's office. Morgan waited outside for her.

"Hotch?" She said as she opened his office door.

"Prentiss. It's good to see you." He said in his usual tone.

"Thanks. But let's just get on with this. I want to give my statement to JJ is that's okay.." She said timidly.

She had chosen JJ because she was the only other woman profiler. She felt like the men wouldn't understand and as well as JJ would.

"Alright then, let's get started."