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CHAPTER 21

'Ends are not bad things, they just mean that something else is about to begin. And there are many things that don't really end, anyway, they just begin again in a new way. Ends are not bad and many ends aren't really an ending; some things are never-ending.'-C. JoyBell. C.

Emily tugged at the ropes that were bound around her wrists, but they didn't loosen their grip of her. Emily tried a different approach, and started slowly crawling across the floor. She could hear O'Connory downstairs, he had left a while ago, cursing nothing and everything.

Emily could see Morgan lying motionless next to the door. When she had made her way up to him, she could see a giant blueish bruise on his forehead, which was already swelling up and looked pretty nasty.

"Morgan! Morgan!" She whispered, hoping she wasn't making enough noise for O'Connory to hear her.

But Morgan continued to lay still without moving. His eyelids were moving though, and Emily took that for a good sign. The only other sign that was indicating that Morgan still was alive was the slow rise and fall of his chest.

Emily gently shook him, but he didn't respond. This was starting to worry Emily. He had been out for a good fifteen minutes now, and she should have been able to shake him awake if he was only unconscious. He was probably just knocked out, it wasn't that bad, Emily told herself as she watched the swelling on Morgan's forehead only grow bigger.

Emily started blindly undoing the knots tying her feet together, but to access them with her hands bound behind her back, she had to lay in a highly uncomfortable position. This whole scene was highly uncomfortable, now that she thought about it. Morgan was lying dead-still on the floor next to her and there was nothing she could do right now to help him, her phone was downstairs with O'Connory who was probably only figuring out how to kill her whilst making her suffer the most, and on top of all that, she was half-naked.

While Emily's fingers were working on freeing her feet, she thought. O'Connory was downstairs, with her gun. Her only other gun was in her safe which was in the living-room, and it would be impossible for her to reach it without O'Connory noticing. Her phone was downstairs as well, right on the kitchen-table where she had left it. If only Morgan was awake... that would double their chances of getting out of this alive.

Emily searched through his pockets but didn't find neither a cellphone nor a gun. Darn it, O'Connory had thought of getting rid of Morgan's stuff too. Emily had to admit it, he was pretty bright. Twisted, but not stupid.

Anyways, this left Emily with two options. Option number one: Battle O'Connory and shoot him or cuff him, which, either one she chose to do, would be quite a task since she couldn't use her hands. No, she couldn't do that, so that left her with option two: Somehow alert Garcia and make her send back-up while she negotiated with O'Connory, buying the team and herself and Morgan time.

But she needed a phone to reach Garcia. And the phones were all downstairs.

Maybe she could try to talk to O'Connory, and the team would eventually guess everything wasn't alright with her and Morgan when neither of them answered their phone or showed up at the bullpen. But would they realize they were in trouble fast enough?

Emily had no time to think of a plan before she heard footsteps coming closer, and moments later O'Connory reemerged in Emily's bedroom. His cold eyes wandered around the room for a moment, taking in the scene, before they landed on Emily.

Emily wanted to look away, but she couldn't and wouldn't. She remembered the profile they had made for him, and it clearly said that she could buy more time by not being weak or doing what he wanted her to do.

O'Connory smiled when she didn't look away and walked closer. He knelt down next to Emily, squatted in a similar way that she did when she examined a crime-scene. O'Connory's icy eyes almost stared into Emily's soul, and she felt like she was back when he held her captive and the team hadn't found her yet.

"Finally..." He let a hand run up and down her bare body whilst his eyes never left hers. "I've waited too long. You should never had gotten away, but I know now, that it was meant that way, as I know everything will end tonight. If you play along, it won't hurt as much."

Emily felt anger boil up inside her and she spit in his face.

"Never!"

O'Connory smacked her in her face, but then instantly pulled away, wiping her spit off of his face.

"You chose."

He shrugged and stood up, eying the room. Then he seemed to make a decision as he bent over and lifted Morgan up on his shoulders.

"Where are you taking him!?" Emily shouted after him but he didn't answer her and all too soon she was left alone, hearing nothing but her heartbeat drumming in her ears.

Emily stated frantically pulling at he restraints, making them dig into her skin. It hurt, but it didn't matter. All Emily could think of was that she needed to get to Morgan.

Soon, her efforts paid off and her feet were free, at the cost of her bleeding wrists. Emily quickly stood up, swaying a bit because she had been lying for so long and now she was suddenly upright. She made her way quietly through her hall, and stopped when she reached the stairs that led downs. She listened carefully, and could hear O'Connory moving around down there.

Emily hid in the quest-room, holding the door only partly shut, only so much that she could see when O'Connory would come up again for her, but he wouldn't notice her.

After five minutes or so O'Connory jogged up the stairs. Emily burst out of the room, knowing she only had a few seconds head-start.

She bolted down the stairs but tripped mid-way down and fell, unable to protect herself what so ever from the fall, and hit her shoulder when she landed. After a few seconds excruciating pain in her rib-cage, she got control over her body again and she jumped up just as she heard O'Connory's footsteps coming closer.

Emily ran straight to where she had left her phone, aware that O'Connory was at the top of the stairs. She pressed button number one and thankfully Garcia picked up right away.

"Hello Ms-"

"Garcia I need backup! O'Connory's here!" Emily shouted into the phone.

"Wha-" Was all Emily had the time to hear before a gunshot echoed through her home.

Emily's phone fell to the floor accompanied with Garcia's terrified screams. Emily looked down and saw dark, red blood ooze out from an even darker red hole in her stomach. The pain was almost blinding and deafening at the same time.

Darkness began to surround Emily and she didn't even notice she had fallen down on the floor, still looking in awe at her blood-covered hands, looking rather intrigued by it, almost as if she wasn't aware it was hers but a liquid she had never seen before, and it was mesmerizing.

"Emily! Emily are you okay!?" Garcia shouted at the phone while she typed furiously on her key-board.

Garcia's hands were shaking as she listened to the trembling breathing on the other line, the breathing that became more and more labeled as seconds ticked by.

Garcia heard footsteps, and someone picking up the phone.

"I hope you said goodbye."

And the line was dead. Garcia's eyes watered with tears and her computer confirmed the call was made from the pink phone she had given Emily, and that the pink phone was currently in Emily's apartment.

Garcia dialed a number and after two rings it was picked up.

"Hotchner."

"Hotch! It was Em-the-UNSUB-has-her-and-I-heard-a-gunshot-and-"

"Whoa slow down Garcia!"

"YOU NEED TO GO TO EMILY'S PLACE RIGHT NOW SIR!" Garcia shouted into her phone frustrated Hotch wasn't already on his way with the rest of the team.

"Are you sure?" Hotch's doubting voice was to be heard.

"YES! RIGHT NOW!"

"OK." The line went dead and Garcia squeezed one of her furry things in her office, concentrating on breathing.

Emily wasn't even feeling the blows that were coming to her body. She could barely make out O'Connory's face, filled with hatred shouting things at her.

"Why did you have to do that!?" He shouted at her but Emily was unfazed by him, not even blinking.

"You're not getting away with all of this." Emily had to make a giant effort to make her lips move.

"Look if I care! Everything would have gone so much smoother if you had just stayed were I left you!"

O'Connory bent down and closed his hands around Emily's throat. His fingers pressed against the delicate skin and Emily felt her head pound louder and louder each second passing by.

"No." O'Connory let her go as if she had burned him and Emily fell down on the floor, her head banging against the hard wood

"No." He repeated again, looking at her without actually seeing her.

He backed away out of Emily's sight. Emily's eyes slowly turned up towards the ceiling and she wondered did it feel like this to die.

It was becoming hard to breathe and to keep her eyes open. Emily's whole mouth felt like blood she was close to suffocating on it.

Suddenly O'Connory was standing over Emily once again, pointing her own gun at her head. His face was dark, shadowy and he looked crazy, his hair greasy and hanging down in wispy bunches.

O'Connory clicked the safety off and shut one of his eyes, aiming. Emily heard a loud bang and O'Connory looked up. His face shifted quickly from concentrated to surprised and finally to angry before he fired.

Emily closed her eyes, waiting for everything to end, but it didn't.

There were several shots to be heard and then it was too hard fighting the welcoming oblivion, the embracing soft darkness, and Emily let herself fall.

Woah I kinda hate myself for ending this like this...!

Please I beg you on my poor knees on the cold floor to review!