So don't exactly have a clue how long I'm taking this, perhaps another five chapters. I'll try to take on some other requests in the process. Thanks 123a456efor the Doyle idea, can't believe I'd forgotten him lol.

Fanfiction Trauma

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Chapter 29: Oh No Doyle is Back!

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"Will!"

"Huh?" Will slowly came to and noticed all eyes were on him. Vaguely he wondered why he was on the floor and leaning on the wall; but before he could process anything pain shot up through him. He instinctively touched the back of his throbbing head. "Ow!"

"You're okay!" JJ cried happily as she pulled him into in embrace. "God, I'm so relieved!"

He blinked in confusion. "Uh... did somethin' happen to me cause' I—" another jolt of pain shot through him and he winced. "Ouch! Damn it all I can't remember a thing."

"Forget it bro, we're all just glad you're alright." Kevin said with a smile.

"You had us all worried back there." Rossi added. "We thought we'd lost you. That bump seems to be what brought you back."

"Sorry, the bump is my fault." Morgan apologized with a sheepish look. "I kind of pushed you."

"Oh, I see," Will nodded before smiling. "Don't sweat it man. It looks like you apparently saved me, so... thanks, I guess?"

JJ tightened her hold on him. "I was beginning to think I'd never get you back. No more late night movies for you okay, honey?"

"Um, sure." Will replied still having no clue what had happened. Nonetheless he returned the hug. "I'm okay now though, thanks for worrying bout' me. I'm not sure what happened but I hope I didn't upset ya' too much."

"It's okay. You're back now and that's all that matters."

Hotch extended a kind hand out and helped Will back onto his feet. "I think you should listen to JJ and keep away from late night movies. Also I'm going to recommend you to a therapist once this ordeal is finished. Don't worry I know a reputable one."

Will eyed him in disbelief. "Huh? What for? The one who needs it the most is Spencer not me."

"He'll be getting one as well." The Unit Chief added ignoring Reid's pout. "You should see one as well, for your health."

"Fine." Will grumbled resembling a boy who had just been told he had a dentist appointment.

"Well," Morgan cut in. "Since I'm the one who gave you that bump it's only fair that I take up the reading position."

"Oh you don't have to." Seaver replied with no actual meaning to her statement.

"Thanks." Will added. "Y'all know how much I detest that site."

"You and me both Willy." Garcia agreed.

"So exactly how many stories have we read anyway?" Emily asked as Morgan scanned the list.

"Too many," Blake answered. "I've lost count already."

"Reid, you and Penelope were the first ones here, how many stories has it been from then to now?" Rossi asked.

"Twenty-six." Reid answered.

"All of them I'm assuming have been horrible." JJ stated as she stood protectively by her husband.

"I'm sure our own experience with the stories is enough to answer that one." Rossi responded with a small laugh.

"Found one." Morgan called out.

"And speaking of horrible stories," Seaver said. "I say we get ready for horrible story #27."

He's Back to Torment

"Who's 'he'?" Seaver asked receiving a shrug from them.

"Your guess is as good as ours." Kevin replied.

By FookingEmilyPrentiss

Morgan paused to laugh. "Hah!"

Emily buried her face in her hands. "Haven't I been humiliated enough?"

"You gotta admit though," Seaver began with a snicker of her own. "It is a funny username."

Summary: All seems well

"Not to be a pessimist, but when is it ever well for us?" Blake commented.

"I'll answer that. Never." JJ answered while remaining within touching distance of her husband; a trait that he found very unusual.

with the profilers until he arrives. He's out for revenge and won't stop till he's finished his business.

"Who is 'he'?" Seaver repeated her previous question in annoyance, albeit this time it was a rhetorical question.

"These sad attempts at mysteries are getting old now." Garcia complained with crossed arms. "I mean surely there must be another way to add some suspense into the summary without it sounding so utterly boring, right?"

"Or so you'd think." Blake replied.

But who exactly is he after? Emily Prentiss of course.

Emily sighed. "With a username like that I had already expected this; yet I still foolishly kept hoping it was just a coincidence."

"At least the rest of us can all take joy knowing we won't be the center of attention." Rossi added.

Hotch nodded. "Agreed."

"Boy, I sure am feeling the love right now." She groaned sarcastically.

Ever since the encounter on that dreadful night things had been going different. It wasn't as it used to be for Prentiss. Things weren't the same.

Will raised an amused brow. "Is it me or did the author just say the exact same thing three times?"

Morgan chuckled as he reread the paragraph. "I just noticed that."

"I'm gonna take a wild guess and say the author is pretty young." Blake said.

"Aren't they all?" Rossi countered with a chuckle.

Nothing was as it seems. Everything had changed.

"We get it," Emily growled. "It's different. Can we, I don't know, get on with the plot?"

"If there even is one." Garcia replied. "And that's one mighty big 'if'."

"You heading home?" Rossi said as he approached her.

"Yeah I am."

He noticed her distant look. "Don't worry about him. We're all in this together."

Kevin frowned. "I swear if this 'he' turns out to be me I'll puke."

"Hopefully not, I'm getting tired of your constant character bashing." Blake added. "It's as if this section was made just to torture you."

"What about me?" Will countered. "I'm way more bashed then him."

"Right, you and him."

Things were unusually quiet on her way home. It felt eerie, like if someone was watching her walk home.

"I lived miles away from the BAU during my days here," Emily pointed out in annoyance. "Why would I choose to walk home?"

"Apparently the authors don't know as much about us as we had initially assumed." Hotch stated. "I suppose we should be grateful for that."

"I just wish they knew enough to a certain degree or at least enough to know how to write us semi-decently." Garcia exclaimed. "Usually our characterization is so off."

"True," Seaver agreed with a nod. "It's only a matter of time before Emily goes all OOC on us."

Then it happened. Something leapt out from the bushes beside her. Everything went so fast and before she knew it she was seeing black.

"Wait a minute!" Emily angrily cut in and shoved Morgan aside to glare at the screen. "Just like that? I get kidnapped just like that? Where's my natural fighting instinct, my hand to hand practice, my hours of self defense training with Morgan, where's my woman's intuition for God's sake?"

"Or your lack of beating around the bush?" Kevin joked only to receive blank stares. "Huh? No one found that pun funny?"

More blank stares.

"Aww darn it."

She woke up to an unknown room and strapped to a chair. She'd scream for help but her mouth was gagged down with tape.

Rossi grimaced. "That sounds horribly unpleasant."

"Wouldn't it be more convenient for the unsub― I mean, the kidnapper, to just tape Emily's mouth shut instead of gagging her with tape?" Reid asked.

"It would," JJ answered. "But you wouldn't expect a fanfiction writer to know that now would you, Spence?"

"Aah, right."

She tried scanning the area but it was pitch black. The room felt slightly chilly and it gave her a bad vibe. It wasn't until a beam of light was pushed into her face that things became clearer. She winced as the bright light blinded her eyes.

Slowly she opened her eyes and noticed there were now people inside, two of them to be precise. Her body froze when her eyes landed on his.

"Hello..." he began with his voice sending a shiver down her spine. "Love."

The group tensed and Morgan gripped the mouse slightly. Quietly they all waited for him to continue.

It was him. It was Doyle.

Emily sighed. "When did I buy a ticket to visit old memories?" She looked up to see the entire group huddled next to her as if they actually believe he would rise from the dead and steal her away at any moment.

"Doyle!" She screamed.

"Uh... when was my gag removed?"

"Yes, love. It is I. Thy have finally returned to me. Kukukuku..." he laughed evily.

"Since when did Doyle start talking in 19th century?" Seaver questioned. "And his laugh is ridiculous. Does it really say that Morgan?"

"Yep."

"What do you want with me?"

He maneuvered himself so he was behind her and leaned in by her ear. "You'll find out soon enough kukukuku."

"I won't let you do as you please!" She shouted.

"No seriously, when was my gag removed?"

"Kukukukuku, you're too late love. I already have thy in my possession. I shall make thee mine."

Emily cringed. "I don't know what I find creepier being reminded of Doyle or his horrible OOC laugh and 19th century language." She frowned when she realized they were still huddled next to her. "Guys, there's really no need for this."

"Don't argue with us." Hotch replied.

"No you can't!"

"No one's saving you now." The second voice said.

It dawned on her now that there was a second person inside the room. She turned to face him and was shocked for the second time today. "Kevin?!"

"Oh come on!" Kevin cried in annoyance. "Really?"

"Not again." Rossi groaned. "This is ridiculous."

"Yes, it's me. If it wasn't for Derek I'd have Penelope so now I'm going to get revenge on you."

"Well here's a thought, how about you kidnap him instead!" Emily shouted swinging her arms up dramatically.

The door suddenly burst open and in flooded the men in body armor.

Blake raised a brow. "Just like that?"

"Hands in the air scumbags!" Rossi ordered as he aimed his weapon at them.

"Let agent Prentiss free now." Hotch added with his weapon readied as well.

"How dare you thwart my scheme?!" Doyle hissed before turning to Kevin. "How did they find us?"

"It was your phone!" Derek said with a smug smirk aimed at Kevin. "We traced you."

"And don't we wish it were that simple," JJ grumbled whilst still holding onto Will, whom was still wondering what had occurred beforehand. "Goodness I wish."

"But how did our characters know Kevin was working with Doyle?" Reid asked.

"Yeah," Seaver nodded. "I'm wondering that too. Unless the author just cut to the chase and skipped the whole investigation thing."

"A bit lazy if you ask me." Garcia stated unimpressed.

Doyle turned to Kevin angrily. "Thy have been foolish!"

Hotch noticed they had lost their focus for an instance and he made his move. "Prentiss duck!"

She leaped off the chair and covered her head with her arms.

"Wasn't I strapped to the chair? How did... oh whatever."

In that moment the team opened fire and Kevin and Doyle were showered in bullets.

"Does the author know it only takes one bullet to kill someone?" Will stated. "And why would you guys even shoot? From what I heard Kevin and Doyle weren't even armed, at least, not at the moment."

Prentiss stared at Doyle's dead body and sighed in relief. She gratefully allowed Derek help her up and lead her to the team. "Thanks guys." With one last look at Doyle she made her way out. Her battle was over.

Fin

"Aaaand not one crap was given about Kevin huh?" Seaver exclaimed. "A bit too much now."

"God that was such a piece of crap." Morgan said as moved away from the chair. "I actually feel like I've regressed in my IQ standards."

"I don't suppose you fancy trying for another?" Blake asked knowing full well what he'd say.

"Hell no!"

"Was worth a shot."

"Oh!" Will suddenly beamed before laughing. "Hey I just got that reference from earlier, about the bushes. Good one Kev."

The group but Kevin facepalmed.

"Thanks."


Author's Notes

So I've finally gotten around to finishing this chapter. Anyway as I had pointed out at the beginning I'm probably going to do about five more chapters before I wrap it up, so keep them requests coming.