Hey guys new chapter! This chapter is pretty dark and I feel bad after the ep last night but there's nothing I could do haha. The first half is very Jessica/Emily orientated. Enjoy!

Ali's voice was cut off suddenly, coercively silenced. But it was enough for Emily. Even with the noise reverberating against the expansive walls of the spacious basement, Emily was pretty certain that Ali's voice was coming from somewhere straight up ahead. It was all the motivation she needed to move forward again.

Adrenaline flooded into her body, her fists balled and she heaved herself upwards, hobbling and grimacing towards the hallway's rectangle of light. Her breaths came heavy now and she was still hunched over a little as she moved, her hand pressed tightly onto the offensive wound. One footstep and then another and then a sharp blur of pain.

Then she was there. She had made it to the start of the corridor. She leaned up against the wall next to a door and gripped Smith's gun. Her shooting arm wobbled as she pointed her weapon into the air. The fluorescent overhead lights burned her eyes. There were two doors further in front of her, one half way down the hall on the right hand side and a steel door stood that solitary at the end of the corridor.

"That one leads to the tunnel to get out of here," Jessica said from a little behind her.

Jessica stepped in line with Emily and lifted her hand to point towards the steel door. Emily didn't know where she had appeared from, whether Jessica had caught up with her again or if she had been there the whole time. She smiled down at Emily.

"But, luckily, Brad left me the key for it. He doesn't know I have it though, sweetheart."

Emily's mind fogged over with pain. She struggled to understand what was happening and she leaned her hand out to support herself on the wall. If Bradley had taken Ali out of the steel door she wouldn't be able to reach them. Jessica placed her arm around Emily's bicep and then Emily realised - Jessica had the key. She'd locked them all in so Emily could catch him for her.

Jessica closed the short distance between them, even with her mind foggy Emily could feel the other brunette's lips close to her ear. "First door on the right, that's where he has Alison," she directed Emily with her hand to look at the doors down the hall in the same way she was. "Do you see it?"

Emily looked down the hall at the first door on the right. Her vision was blurry but when she really tried and concentrated the door came into sharpened focus. She noticed that it was slightly ajar, it had obviously bounced away from the door frame and not been closed properly. She could do this. She could save Alison. Quite simply; she had to.

Emily lifted her arm again. The gun felt like a dead weight in her hand and she couldn't lift it fully, it had become too heavy, too awkward in her hand but she could get it up enough. She took a step and then another. The blurring at the corner of her vision whirled in and out. She screwed her eyes shut and rubbed her face with her bloody hand. But she kept moving.

Her legs felt like they were about to give up underneath her, the hallway seemed to slant and stretch around her. She had to support herself against the wall again. She looked at the door, it was still another ten steps or so away. The pain felt like a blunt razor blade slicing through her. Sharp and brutal assaulting every single nerve ending as she moved forward.

The floor lurched abruptly and Emily sank to her knees on the floor. She was cold but sweating, her heart pounded frantically against her rib cage. She was losing too much blood. She wasn't going to be able to save Alison.

Get fucking up Emily, she chanted to herself in her head. She looked at the door, it was only a few steps away now and from the inside she could hear shuffles of movement.

She'd found them, she'd done it. Get up, get up, get up, she repeated again in her head. She made a deal with herself that she would do anything for Alison and in order to do that she had to get up. Get up off the concrete floor and move.

Jessica's face appeared next to her own. The other brunette's skin glowed in the overhead lights. A golden glow circled Jessica's head like a halo. Her expression was poised. This was proof that Emily was losing too much blood and starting to lose consciousness.

Jessica with a halo? You are fucking losing it Emily.

"Do you want my help sweetheart?" Jessica asked warmly as she placed a palm on Emily's cheek. "I'll help you save her if you really want me to."

Emily pulled her face away from Jessica's hand and squeezed her eyes shut again in an attempt to make things less hazy. She tried, again, to stand but her legs felt like they were made of marshmallow - soft and hollow like she was sleepwalking in a dream.

She sank back onto the floor. She couldn't do it but she had to, she had to get to Alison no matter the consequences, no matter whose help she had to use.

"I want your help," Emily said, her voice barely audible in the large room.

"What did you say?" Jessica questioned eagerly.

"I need your help," Emily mumbled. "Yes… I want your help, Jessica."

Emily leaned up and her hand scrambled to get a decent grip of the wall. She managed to get enough of a grip to pull herself up a little, her right leg extended while she kneeled on her other knee. Her sneakers were literally blood red. Tiny blobs of blood dotted the floor around her. She blinked and the blobs swam back and forth in front her eyes.

Jessica was kneeling next to her, her white tennis shoes were covered in blood now too. She moved the weight of Emily's arm over her shoulder and Emily succumbed, letting Jessica support her weight as much as she wanted to.

Jessica held Emily's hand against her breast. Emily could see the gun in her hand, the barrel of it was pressed against Jessica's dress, but she couldn't feel her fingers around the body of it. Her hands were numb, tiny pins and needles pricking her skin like a pincushion. Jessica moved her other hand around Emily's waist before she lowered it into Emily's back pocket.

"This is going to be painful," Jessica whispered into Emily's ear. "I'm warning you."

Emily inhaled sharply as Jessica hoisted them up to their feet. The pain from her stomach felt like a belt was lashing across her skin. It almost made her vomit. Even the tears in her eyes stung. Her vision blurred but when it returned to focus she was standing upright.

They were standing. Their bodies pressed closely together, Jessica's face was flushed from helping Emily to her feet. Her expression was one of composure and gentleness like she really was a devoted nurse and Emily was her poor patient.

Emily's arm was still thrown over her shoulder, her gun hand still rested across the other brunette's breast. Emily cleared her throat and breathed in as much air as she could.

She could see the door that Alison was behind, it was oh so close. She could feel her pulse throb where Jessica held her wrist but she wasn't sure if it was her heartbeat or Jessica's. However, it was the beat that kept her moving, she could feel it now in her body as she stood for a few seconds, the familiar rhythmic thud was coming from her.

They were close to the door now and then Jessica let go of her wrist, and then the rhythm of her pulse stopped. Jessica rested Emily against the wall and Emily knew the concrete was supposed to be solid behind her but she felt like she could disappear into it. Jessica touched her cheek and her face took up all the space in Emily's vision field.

She could still hear the commotion of noise in the room but, inside her head, it was silent. It was like she had become separate from her conscious. She wasn't going to make it through the door. She wasn't going to save Ali. She was probably going to die at Jessica's feet.

Emily smiled at the irony of it as everything went black.

Emily turns onto her side and allows herself to look down at Jessica. She never let herself imagine she would be with someone who looked like Jessica Jackson. Every part of her is perfect. She traces her finger a long the dip of the brunette's waist and for the first time in a long time Emily is relatively happy.

"What are you thinking about? Has a new case appeared?" Jessica asks softly as she turns on her side so they are face to face.

Emily shakes her head softly. "Surprisingly no, which must be the first time in around three years."

Jessica looks at her before her eyes dip for a second to Emily's bare chest. "I think one will soon, this person doesn't seem to take much time to cool off."

Emily knows it's true so she leans over and kisses Jessica, rolling the other brunette onto her back and all Emily is aware of is the soft bare skin against her own. The ring of her phone breaks their moment.

She throws her arm out and feels blindly for the phone on Jessica's bed side table, then she grasps it and sees Toby's name. Deflated, she rolls back onto her back and presses the phone to her ear, listening as Toby describes the new victim that was found only minutes ago.

"A new victim?" Jessica asks as Emily swings her legs out the bed so her feet are against the wooden floor and her back is towards the other brunette. It's almost like Jessica has a sixth sense for these things, like she knows exactly when it's going to happen and it's beginning to unsettle Emily.

"Emily?" Jessica asks gently.

You're being ridiculous Emily, she says to herself in her head. Jessica is a Forensic Psychologist, she just knows how this kind of psychopath works, she knows there won't be much time between victims. She just knows these things.

"Emily?" Jessica asks again.

"Emily?" Jessica's voice was a throaty buzz.

Emily blinked and her head lifted up, then things came back into focus. Jessica's green eyes met her gaze and then Jessica's eyes moved to her face, a small crease forming between her eyebrows. She'd passed out, Emily realised, and now Jessica was checking her over.

Jessica moved a finger over to Emily's pulse, medically examining her to check how much time she had left. Not long, Emily figured. Jessica took Emily's hand in her own, the gun was some how still in Emily's hand. Jessica removed Emily's fingers from around the weapon.

Emily left her do it, she couldn't have resisted it even if she wanted to. It was all so slow, everything around her felt foreign and her fingers were sticky with her blood. When Jessica had finally prised the gun away, she checked the magazine and then held it up in front of Emily's face.

"You only have two bullets, Emily," Jessica stated as she swung the gun back and forth between them. "Do you understand me?" she asked.

She waited for Emily to nod and then she placed the gun back into Emily's hand. This time when Emily's fingers moulded around it she could feel the weight of it again. The metal was like electricity in her hand.

"Do you want to save Alison?" Jessica whispered as she smiled sincerely.

Emily did want to save her. She wanted Ali to stay alive, right now it was the most important thing in the world to her.

Jessica took a step back. "Then save her, Emily."

Something crashed behind the door, Emily felt the smash of it against the wall. Then she heard Alison yelp in blatant pain.

"Wait," Emily murmured to Jessica.

Her vision was back to being blurry again. Jessica raised an eyebrow as Emily staggered slightly, she needed something to flip the internal switch and she needed to stop feeling weak. There wasn't anyone else. Bradley would kill Alison by the time the police found a way down here, Ali was counting on her.

"Hurt me," Emily said. "I know you enjoy hurting me."

Jessica's mouth curved into a smile. Then she raised her right hand and drew it forcefully across Emily's face. Emily felt the sting of pain, the impact had turned her face against the wall as her eyes welled up. But then the adrenaline burst through the fog in her mind like a razor blade.

She took a few deep breaths and immediately felt lighter, as if the slap had given her more access to oxygen. She was seeing things better, everything was clearer. She could hear better now too.

She turned her head towards Jessica, the brunette's nostrils flared in expectancy; she enjoyed inflicting pain onto Emily. Her eyes blinked slowly like she was waiting on Emily to hit her back and Emily's right hand twitched to do it.

No one could or would blame her if she did but she let that idea rage inside her for a few seconds, drawing strength from it, using it as energy to get to the one person that really mattered in her life; Alison.

Then she pushed herself off the wall with every bit of energy she had, raised the gun in front of her and pushed against the slightly opened door.

- x -

Alison's shoulder ached with pain. Her wrist stung because of Bradley's incessant grip on it, every time he moved her arm she had to swallow down a sob of pain. The knife was still pressed tight against her neck.

She'd assumed that he'd let go at one point and she'd have a chance to make a break for it but he'd never let it go. He was like an octopus, his hands were everywhere and nowhere, the knife just looked like an extension of his hand. He pulled a drawer out the desk in the room sending its contents everywhere.

Alison recoiled and Bradley twisted her arm again to bring her closer. The pain made her knees shake and tears pooled in her eyes. He pulled her closer and brought the knife back up to her neck, the blood next to her ear had stopped flowing but she could still smell it. Metallic and coppery.

"Are you scared?" Bradley asked, his thick British accent making the question sound almost elegant.

Alison knew better than to answer. Instead she looked at the gun in the waistband of Bradley's suit pants. It was only inches away from her hand, but she couldn't risk it. If she attempted to grab it he would kill her before she even got a shot off, that's if she could. The only gun she'd ever held was Emily's.

"She's not scared… because you are not scary Bradley," a voice called from the door.

Ali looked over, not daring to trust her ears, having to see it with her own eyes to believe it. Emily stood in the doorway like a wreck. A gun in her hand pointed at Bradley but she was covered in blood from her stomach to her knees and she was leaning against the door frame as if it was holding her upright.

Bradley reacted automatically, moving Alison in front of him and dropping the blade to the center of her throat, twisting the blonde's shoulder as he done it. Alison had to take a few deep breaths to herself.

"Ali, are you okay?" Emily asked her.

"My shoulder Em, I think it's dislocated. But I'm okay," she answered. Emily had lost a lot of blood but she had come for her, Alison resisted the urge to smile. Emily had come to save her – again. "How about you?"

"Okay," Emily replied with a small smile as she looked downwards for a second. "Why'd you ask?"

"Cut the bullshit," Bradley barked.

"Oh yeah, of course," Emily said, her eyes darting from Ali to Bradley. The moment Emily looked at Bradley, Alison saw all he warmth leave her face. "You're under arrest," Emily told Bradley as she leaned her shoulder back against the door.

Emily's gun started to drift downwards like it was too heavy for her hand before it jerked back up in Ali's general direction. This wasn't good. Ali could see in Emily's eyes that this wasn't good. She tried to look behind Emily, hoping that Toby would appear, or Callahan or anyone really. But there was no one. Emily was by herself.

"Have you ever been shot before?" Bradley asked.

Alison watched Emily. The brunette's hand was now curled around the doorway supporting her whole weight. Emily blinked slowly in their direction before she spoke.

"No. This is a first for me."

Bradley smiled. "You've lost a lot of blood, you're in shock and you really think you can shoot me from there? Your golden hour is just about up my friend."

Ali swallowed a sob. "Emily," she croaked, she tried to smile through her tears, tried to tell Emily silently that it was okay, that Emily could go and leave her. "Go," her voice cracked further as she said it. "Get yourself help babe."

Emily looked at her, before she smiled sadly in Ali's direction, it was like she knew something Alison didn't. Then Emily's eyes fell back onto Bradley. He'd tightened his grasp on Ali's wrist, yanking painfully at her already dislocated shoulder.

"I have something you want, Bradley," Emily said. She took her hand off the door and put her hand into her back pocket. She slouched slightly on her feet. Ali willed her to stay standing because if she fell, Alison had the feeling she wasn't going to be able to get back up.

Emily shoved her hand out and opened her bloody palm. A large key sat in the middle of it. Alison felt Bradley tense before he leaned forward to inspect what Emily had produced.

"The key to the tunnel exit," Emily said. "That's why you've been pulling this place apart isn't it? Well Jessica had it, took it from right under your nose." Emily swung the key out like someone teasing a dog with a bone.

"Give me the key," Bradley hissed through gritted teeth.

Emily looked at Ali before she opened her palm and let the key fall to the floor in a harsh clatter. It landed near her blood soaked sneakers, her eyes turned to Bradley as she looked upwards. "Sorry about that."

Bradley let go of Ali's wrist and pulled the gun from his waistband. The gun snaked across her back as he drew the weapon and aimed it at Emily. He kept it fixed on Emily as he forced them forward. The blade continued to press at Ali's neck, any sudden movements and it would slice through her skin.

Alison managed to take her limp left arm in her good hand. She focused on Emily. If she made it, she reasoned with herself, she got to go home. She got to go home to Emily. She got to sleep in Emily's bed, and she'd take life more seriously, write a crime book someday. She'd move in with Emily too and she'd tell Emily just how much she was in love with her.

Emily nodded, encouraging her to move forward. Alison hoped that Emily had a plan – that she was stronger than she looked – but the closer the blonde got, the more her hope waned. Bradley was right, Emily could hardly stand up. If she made it to her, Alison told herself, she'd hold Emily up. They would both get to go home together.

"Pick it up," Bradley said.

Ali looked at Emily who gave her another small nod. The key was still next to Emily's sneaker. Bradley shoved her lower and using her good arm she reached out, her fingers straining to reach it as Bradley held her close. His body moved with hers as she bent down.

She cried, despite herself, and he laughed in her ear. She kept her face downwards so Emily wouldn't see her. Her fingers brushed the key as the blade brushed against her throat, the sickening feeling of metal slicing her skin. She didn't know if it was blood or sweat crawling down her collarbone. She didn't look either.

She flicked her eyes towards Emily, the brunette was barely awake now, and Ali didn't have time to think about it. She threw her good arm backwards into Bradley's stomach an instant before he fired the gun. The action was enough for her to duck out of his arm and look at Emily in case she had been hit again.

Emily slouched against the doorway with the gun in front of her. The second Alison was out of Bradley's reach she pressed the trigger and the sound cracked through the room. Alison dropped to the floor. She was on her hands and knees when Bradley grabbed her again and yanked her upwards.

She was sobbing when Bradley slammed her into the wall face first and held her there. She looked desperately towards her right and saw Emily still in the doorway. She had lost even more colour, she was beginning to look like a wax work.

She still had the gun aimed at Bradley, Alison was so close that she could have reached out and touched it but Emily's arm fell and so did the gun. The brunette's eyes were almost empty. Ali could see her wrestling with the gun to lift it again but she didn't seem to have the energy for it.

"It's getting too heavy for you isn't it?" Bradley asked Emily, his voice sneering. "Your head is spinning and you don't have the strength to pull the trigger."

Emily curled her finger around the trigger and fired again. Ali closed her eyes as the sound crashed though the room, Bradley's body heaved against hers but the knife didn't leave her throat. Then she heard Bradley laughing to himself in her ear and she forced herself to unscrew her eyes. Emily was sinking to the floor.

She'd used the last of her energy to shoot Bradley and she'd hit him, Alison had felt the impact but when the blonde turned her head slightly the only thing she could see was a small tear in Bradley's suit jacket. The bullet had grazed him in no more.

The gun fell from Emily's hand and onto the floor. Ali's throat felt like it was going to close up completely. Emily tried again to stand, failed, and then came to a sitting position with her back against the wall. She looked up at Alison with tears in her eyes, her expression was lost.

"I'm sorry, Ali," Emily mumbled.

Alison was shivering destructively. Bradley was going to hurt her and what worried her the most was that Emily would have to watch it unfold if she could stay awake. This wasn't happening, Ali told herself. This was all a bad dream, she was going to wake up in Emily's arms and laugh at how crazy it was.

The knife was back pressed fully against her throat as Bradley jammed her back against the wall, her head pinned to the cold concrete. Emily was out of view now and all she could focus on was the wall. "I'm going to hurt you," he said simply, his voice rough, "and I'm going to enjoy it."

But then were was a sickening gurgling noise as blood sprayed against the wall in front of her like it was a painting canvas. The weight of him fell against her back. She blinked before she heard the knife clatter onto the floor and for a second she thought that Bradley had cut her and she was bleeding to death without knowing it.

Then she felt him slide down her and onto the floor, the last of him hitting the concrete with a wet thud. She turned her head around and standing where Bradley had been seconds before was Jessica. A scalpel flashing in her hand.

Ali's eyes automatically fell onto Emily. She was still slouched in the same position against the door, her eyes were half open staring ahead but it was like she couldn't see anything.

Jessica wiped the bloody scalpel on her dress. "Why do I have to do everything for myself around here?"

Alison could barely breathe properly. She had to get to Emily and see if she was okay. She inched towards her right and threw herself down at Emily's side. The gun was on the floor by Emily's side next to her thigh as her back rested against the door. Ali didn't give herself time to think, she picked up the gun with her good arm and pointed at Jessica.

She was breathing through hot tears and she was well aware that she was crying in front of Jessica but Alison wasn't scared this time. She was angry; it raged hot and fiery red in her stomach like a whirlpool.

Emily was dying and Jessica had done it. She hadn't fired the gun at Emily but she'd brought them to this place, she'd brought both of them here. Ali was beginning to think that Jessica knew exactly how this whole thing would play out, how unhinged Bradley really was, how Emily wouldn't get out without being inured or worse.

Jessica raised her right eyebrow in Ali's direction. She didn't look afraid or surprised in fact she didn't even look like Ali was causing her any inconvenience. It made Alison hate her even more.

"Alison, you're not going to shoot me sweetie," Jessica said with a bored sigh. "I just saved your life remember?"

Alison pulled the trigger and waited for the recoil but it didn't come. There was no whip like crack and there was no flash or bang. There was nothing except a metallic click. Jessica didn't even blink. A sob was strangling Alison's throat but she kept the gun aimed at Jessica.

"She only had two bullets," Jessica pointed out easily.

Alison pulled the trigger over and over as Jessica moved towards Emily but each time it only clicked. The brunette kneeled next to Emily and despite knowing it was useless, Alison kept the gun fixed on Jessica, because a useless gun was better than no gun.

Jessica pressed two bloody fingers against Emily's neck and Alison swallowed the acidic bile before she squeezed the trigger again. This time there was no click just the distant grind of something scraping against the wall. It was a drill or some sort of power tool. Toby was coming for them. The police were coming.

Jessica must have heard the noise too but her face didn't register any of it. She was scrutinising Emily. She moved her fingers from Emily's neck and onto her wrist. Emily didn't react. Her face was ashen.

Alison's eyes burned with tears. Help was so close, it couldn't be too late for Emily, for them. She could barely form the words to speak. "Is she still alive, Jessica?"

Jessica didn't reply. She turned and her eyes focused on Alison.

Even in this morbid situation, Alison found herself enthralled by her. Even covered in blood Jessica looked like a Hollywood star. The white dress was so stained that it looked like it was covered with large red poppies. Her hands were stained red too.

Jessica reached over and gathered Emily's gun from Ali's hand and dropped it onto the floor next to her, they were so close that Ali could see a tiny freckle on the outside of Jessica's neck just under her ear. Jessica moved and her and Alison were now eye to eye.

"Do you love her?" Jessica asked plainly. "Or, a better question would be, are you in love with her? There's a big difference you know."

Her green eyes glittered maliciously and Ali wondered if Jessica was going to kill her too. It wouldn't have surprised her. "Yes, I'm in love with her," Alison replied strongly.

The brunette nodded a few times to herself. "She's a little crazy, I hope you're aware of that," Jessica replied. "I think I probably had a helping hand with it though," she added proudly.

"She's not crazy," Alison retorted quickly. "She's just… a little fractured. She's working on it, we are working on it together. You're just plain fucking psycho."

Jessica's eyes blazed in her direction and then she put one hand on Ali's upper arm and the other on top of Ali's injured shoulder. The blonde quavered from the intense pain that was currently shooting through her whole body.

"Don't you touch me!" Alison protested. "You've fucking done – "

Jessica's hand tightened and she pressed Ali's shoulder to the wall and then snapped her arm forward. Alison cried. The pain grew out from her shoulder, all the way to her toes and then back up her body again. It made her hair stand on end. Then just as quickly as it started it was over.

Alison, gasping and sweating with tears rolling down her face, carefully tested her arm. She lifted it and then bent it back and forth at the elbow joint. Then she rolled her shoulder. The joint was back safely in it's socket. Jessica had helped her.

Jessica had turned her attention back onto Emily by the time Alison had moved her thoughts from her shoulder. Jessica held Emily's face in her bloody hands, a soft smile on her mouth, her green eyes twinkling with tears. Then she leaned forward and kissed Emily on the cheek.

It was so gentle and affectionate that Ali nearly believed that Jessica was showing true emotion but then it dawned on her that Jessica was kissing her girlfriend and she went back to wanting to break the brunette's nose because Emily was hers. Not Jessica's anymore.

Then something dread like knotted in her stomach. Was Emily really dead?

Alison shook her head furiously and covered her mouth with her hand, not believing it. Emily couldn't be dead. But there was too much blood. And she was so pale. She glanced over at Bradley who looked just like Emily, a large pool of blood circled his head. They were both dead.

"No, no, no you did this!" Alison screamed at Jessica. "You killed – " And then she couldn't speak. The tears silenced her and she had trouble swallowing them, like her throat really had closed up entirely. No oxygen could get in or out.

Alison turned hysterically back to Emily, the knot in her stomach felt like it was twisting around every organ, sucking the life out of her, slowly crushing her from the inside out. Jessica was scrutinising her again. The red dots of blood that covered Jessica looked like tiny freckles.

The emotion, Ali thought she had seen, was gone. If it had ever been there in the first place. Jessica looked at Ali with a sense of superiority, like she was regal and Ali was the underclass. Ali's lips trembled as she looked at Jessica, waiting for some sort of answer but on the other hand not wanting to hear what she had to say.

Jessica didn't open her mouth to give any answers. Instead, she stood up and adjusted the dress that was soaked to her skin. Ali reached for Emily's hand, hoping that she'd feel the warmth she'd gotten used to over the past few months. But the brunette's hand was cool to the touch. She brought it to her cheek and watched her tears dilute some of the blood on Emily's hand.

She could hear the grind of the power tools and then the hurried banging of someone beating their fists on a metal door.

"They will get here soon," Jessica said. "Get her on her back and keep her knees up."

Alison stared at Jessica, confused. A tiny twinge of hope constricted in her chest. And then it fluttered. She continued to stare at Jessica, her blue eyes pleading at green ones.

Jessica sighed. "It's just hypovolemic shock from blood loss sweetie, she's not dead…yet."

Ali made a noise that sounded something like a sob and a laugh all in one. She huddled over Emily. The brunette was damp with sweat and her eyes were half open again. There were two red fingerprints on her neck where Jessica had touched her.

Ali shadowed the spot with her own fingers. Her own heart was beating so frantically that it was hard to recognise anything else but then she felt it. A faint beating against the tips of her fingers and then she started to cry again.

"Keep her warm," Jessica insisted as she moved past Alison and picked the key up off the floor. She adjusted her dress again before she stood on the outside of the door. She was leaving, Ali realised.

The thought flooded her with immediate relief which then turned into panic. Alison didn't know what to do with someone with shock from blood loss, all she could fix was cuts and grazes with band-aids. What was she supposed to keep Emily warm with?

"I had fun with you sweetie," Jessica said cheerfully as she curled her hand around the doorjamb. She frowned in Ali's direction before she bit her lip. "I don't quite know what I'm going to do next to top this, I'll be in touch." She gave Ali a dazzling smile and disappeared out of the doorjamb and down the corridor.

For a few moments, Alison didn't move. She held Emily's hand tightly in her own. She didn't want to lay Emily down it would hurt the brunette and it may make things worse. Jessica said lay her on her back. She rolled her shoulder again to make sure it was still working and began to ease Emily onto the floor.

She waited for a wail of sound to come from the brunette but there was nothing. The only sound was the power tools and they were getting close, she could hear the resistance weakening. When Emily was on her back Ali crawled and lifted each of her legs. Emily's hands were still at her sides on the concrete.

Ali reached out again to give Emily's hand a squeeze. It felt colder than it had the last time. Alison lifted it and brought it to her chest in an attempt to warm it up. She glanced around the room for something to use as a cover but there was nothing. She kissed Emily's palm, grimacing at the blood, before she had a brain wave.

She stretched herself out on the floor next to Emily and wrapped her arms around the brunette's chest, bringing Emily's head into the crook of her neck. She could feel something wet and sticky on her front and she realised that Emily's blood was transferring over to her. Alison gripped Emily tighter.

"I love you Em, okay? You hear me? I love you, I'm in love with you," Alison told Emily as tears ran freely down her face and she buried her face in Emily's hair as sobs racked her chest. "You're going to be fine babe, we are going to be fine, we're going to be okay…Toby's nearly here for us," she mumbled incoherently in an attempt to reassure herself.

Sorry that this chapter is so dark and emosh haha. I think every Emison fan needs a little fluff in their lives right now but this isn't the story for that atm! Anyway, the title from this chapter comes from Gin Wigmore – Kill of the Night and if you've never heard it it describes Emily and Jessica's relationship perfectly for me haha. Anyway, leave me a review if you wish! And if you want follow me on Twitter at kirstenr93 or Tumblr; my url is amusingbutconfusingg I will follow you all back :)