A/N: Mainly a filler for a filler, but it's an okay chapter. I hope it doesn't suck.
The constant echoing of footprints nearly scares the agent half to death, but she manages to calm down before chastising herself as she realizes that they are her own. The Kevlar vest that she's typically used to seems to be constricting her airways and she swallows thickly to regain the moisture in her dry throat.
Taking her to slowly move one foot in front of the other, Emily scowls darkly at her own hands as she realizes they are slightly shaking as she keeps her gun trained in front of her. Upon rounding yet another dark corner, she moves the weapon in various directions before placing fingers to her ear.
"Jayje, are you clear?" she murmurs, only to scowl again when she receives only static as a response. "Jennifer…?"
Nothing.
"Hotch, I can't get hold of JJ." Emily says into the radio, addressing their team leader only to once again receive static as response. An irritated grunt escapes her lips when she realizes that it must be her end of the frequency that's the problem, meaning that has, for the moment, lost any and all kinds of connection with her team.
"Great." The brunette mumbles in that same annoyed tone of voice as she proceeds her search. Though she would never care to admit it out loud to anyone ever, being here terrifies her. The smell, the way that sound echoes off of every wall, the darkness, save for the miniature flashlight on her gun; it all scares her, and the fact that she has no communication with anyone else, makes it about fifteen times worse.
Once again, she hears echoing footsteps, only this time Emily is positive they aren't hers because they're moving fast and frantically, almost as if someone is trying to get away. As she opens her mouth to call out, she stops herself, recalling every horror movie that she's ever watched that it's never smart to ask the killer if anyone's there, alerting them to her location. She has much better things to do than become yet another cliché crap ending. If she were being completely honest with herself once again, she would say that the silence is actually starting to creep her out even more.
That is until she hears the bloodcurdling scream followed by…
"EMILY!"
Emily's gun falters in her grip, and she stands up pin straight as her name echoes off of the dampened walls. For a brief moment, she wonders if it's JJ calling out to her, until she hears the scream once again in a more elaborate phrase.
"Emily, help me!"
"Kim…?" Her lover's name falls from her lips like a ton of bricks before she raises her gun once more and begins her search more frantically as Kim' screams continue to echo around her. "Kim!"
"Help me!" Kim's voice echoes back as three pairs of frantic footfalls follow. One being the familiar clack of heels, another being the fall of Emily's own boots against the cement flooring, and the last being that of an unknown assailant. There is a thump, right before Kim screams out once again. "Help! Emily, he's got me! Emily!"
He? The agent half wonders half panics before she shakes it off and attempts to follow the sound of Kim's voice, though it is becoming highly difficult as the sounds seem to be echoing around her. She squeezes her eyes shut as things begin to get louder and louder right before everything goes deathly quiet and she hopes that it's because one of the others have gotten to Kim before she did.
As she rounds another corner, Emily spots a dark silhouette at the end of the corridor. She watches as the shadow turns towards her before quickly sprinting off to the side, disappearing into the dark shadows with its feint footsteps following not too far behind it.
She sprints down the hallway, skidding to a halt when she comes to halt when she comes to a sturdy looking wooden door. As she reaches out, she swears audibly when the knob gives resistance and with her adrenaline pumping, she steps back and kicks in the door, nearly sending it off its hinges.
The only sound Emily can hear is that of her own breathing as she slowly enters the room, pointing her gun in every which direction just in case she isn't alone. However, as her eyes fall on the center of the room, her heart drops to her shoes and her stomach lurches when she spies a familiar figured lying in a heap on the floor.
"No." she murmurs, her gun long forgotten to the floor with a clatter as she jogs the short distance to the center of the room and drops to her knees. Her heart is pounding so hard that she is sure that it's going to pound right out of her chest, and as she reaches out a shaky hand towards the body, she feels her stomach lurch once again for the inevitable.
Turning the body over, Emily feels all of the air sucked out of her as her dark eyes lock with Kim's terrified blue ones, staring blankly into the darkness while a pool of red forms underneath the sickly gash at her throat that has made quite the mess down the front of her blouse.
A small gasp escapes Emily's lips as her eyes fly open and she is met with the familiar darkness of Kim's bedroom. She slightly raises her head and lets out a sigh of relief as she recognizes the sleeping figure on her right. Ever so quietly, she shuffles over and pulls the attorney into her arms, gently resting her forehead on the other woman's shoulder.
After a brief moment, a slightly curious frown crosses Emily's features as she feels a strange stickiness on Kim's satin sleep top. Gently raising her hands, the agent scowls into the darkness at the dark, faintly sticky liquid on her hands and she immediately recognizes it as blood.
Turning Kim over, Emily is once again met with the horrific sight from her dream as the echoes of screams and footfalls fill her mind.
Kim is awakened by frantic shuffling followed immediately by a crash and a thump. Jolting up in bed, she frowns as she realizes the other side of her bed is vacant, with the sheets and covers haphazardly hanging off of the side. Blinking owlishly, she realizes that the lamp and alarm clock on that side of the bed are missing and she slowly crawls over to the other side, peering over the edge only to find a certain brunette lying awkwardly on the floor in a tangle of pillows and blankets with said lamp and alarm clock lying discarded on the floor.
"Em, what are you doing?" Kim asks tiredly, quite curious as to why the other woman hasn't made any motion to get up yet.
"Trying to recapture what little pride I might have left." Emily grumbles in response before she pushes herself up on her hands. She sits Indian style and gazes up at Kim who is still looking at her with utter confusion as if to silently ask if she's alright. "I'm okay."
Shaking her head, Kim leans over and replaces the fallen items back onto their spot on the end table before she pulls her agent back into bed. "What's going on with you? It took you forever to fall asleep, and I could hear you gasping every now and then. Were you having nightmares?"
Emily frowns at the question before she immediately shakes her head. "No. Just thinking about work I guess. You know…" okay, she admits it, it's a terrible lie, but she hasn't quite figured out how to come out with the truth yet; or what the hell she's going to do about it.
Pursing her lips tightly, Kim glances at the time as she realizes that it's much too early to get up. "If you want to talk about it, you know that I'm here whenever you're ready?"
"I know." Emily responds with a small smile as she leans over and gives Kim a gentle peck on the lips. "Can we sleep? It's still kind of early…"
Kim nods silently as she slips underneath the blankets once more. She isn't surprised when she feels a pair of arms slip around her waist and hold her tightly for the rest of the night. She's sure that there's something Emily's holding back, she just isn't sure how she's going to pry it out of her yet.
Several hours later with the sun shining brightly through the windows, the couple finds themselves simultaneously woken up by the recognizable yet irritating buzzing that is a cell phone. Grunting irritably, Emily knows that it's not hers as she always has it on ring out of habit in case it's work calling. "Kim it's yours…"
"You get it." The attorney mumbles, burying into the comfortable warmth of the blankets and her lover.
"It's your phone…"
"I answered your phone at your apartment…"
Rolling her eyes, Emily realizes that it's going to be completely pointless to argue with someone who argues for a living. Flipping over, she reaches for the offending device and brings it to her ear without bothering to look at the caller id…only to be met with the far too awake voice of Alexandra Cabot that starts speaking before she can even say so much as a 'hello'.
"Kim, I swear to god will you get out from underneath Special Agent Sexy and answer your damn phone once in a while!"
Blinking owlishly, Emily's mouth opens and closes several times before she tilts her head. "Special Agent Sexy…?"
Alex's end of the line falls completely silent for a long moment before the blonde speaks up again in a much lower tone. "Who is this…?"
"Special Agent Sexy." Emily responds in a matter of fact tone as a smirk tugs at the corner of her lips.
As she recognizes the voice, there is silence before Alex awkwardly clears her throat and manages a response. "Oh…um…would you mind giving the phone to Kim? And if she's unavailable, tell her I called?"
"No, it's fine. She's right here." Emily answers with a lightly chuckle before nudging Kim with the phone. "It's Alex calling."
Groaning, Kim takes the phone and presses it to her ear with slight malice. "What do you want Cabot…it's early."
"It's not that early. Besides, I just wanted to see how your evening went." Alex states with obvious suggestion in her voice that causes her best friend to roll her eyes.
"Nothing happened. At least, not what you think."
"You mean Special Agent Se-"
"Stop calling her that!"
"What? But she is. Tall, dark, strapping, mysterious, AND she carries a gun. C'mon Kim, you know the gun turns you on." Alex hints further.
Rolling her eyes again, Kim fights the blush threatening to appear at her cheeks as she looks over to find Emily watching her expectantly. "What would Casey think about you saying all of this…" she mumbles, dragging a hand through her bed hair.
"That she alone owns my heart, mind, soul, and body and although I may wear glasses from time to time, I am no way blind to the admiration and physique of the female form."
"In other words…"
"Emily's hot. And so are you, which is why I haven't understood why you haven't…"
"We're taking things slow and NOTHING happened last night Alex. If anything, the drive back home took up most time."
"Home? You're at home? What happened?"
"Something came up…" At least, Kim thinks something came up. "But it's not a big deal. We're here."
Alex hums before she makes a noise of realization and excitement. "Great! That's perfect. I'm glad you're back then."
Kim skeptically looks at her phone before indulging her friend. "Why…?"
"Because I have an extra set of tickets to the symphony and Liv and Amanda are both on call. It would be a shame for such a lovely pair of tickets to go to waste."
"I dunno Alex…"
"C'mon, it'll be fun!"
"Wait a sec, doesn't Casey hate the symphony?"
"Which is why you bring Emily and then they can fall asleep sitting next to each other while you and I enjoy ourselves; it's the perfect evening!"
Kim chuckles quietly, shaking her head at Alex's source of entertainment. "We can talk it over and I'll let you know."
"Excellent, I'll be waiting! And tell Special Agent Sexy I say good morning!"
"Right…" Kim huffs, tossing her phone to the floor before she looks over to find Emily smirking at her. "What're you looking so smug about?"
Emily pretends to think for a moment before she shrugs her shoulders. "I dunno. I just got the strangest feeling I've been volunteered for something I can't get out of."
"Oh yeah? And just how do you know that Miss Know-It-All?"
"I'm a profiler. We know things."
Hehehe, Special Agent Sexy. Ahead: Boring symphonies and further development! Leave your thoughts!
