Chapter 51
Emily began thrashing and moving violently in her sleep. She was muttering something unaudible. Her flailing arms began pounding off Mick's chest and face. ''Ow Emily stop.'' He shook her hoping she'd wake up. She just began thrashing more. ''Emily please, wake up.''
She opened her eyes and fell still. She scanned the room quickly but thoroughly as if searching for something. She was covered in cold sweat, and her eyes were wide with fear. She was panting as well, and dug her nails into Mick's chest for support. ''Emily did you have a nightmare?''
She turned to stare at him with wide, frightened eyes. They were white with fear. ''I think so.''
''Tell me about it,'' he said concerned and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned into them.
''Don't profile me.''
''I'm not. I'm concerned, that's all.''
She sighed and leaned in closer. ''It was about LaSalle,'' she said fidgeting with the buttons of his shirt. ''I dreamt she was standing over me, holding a knife. She was cutting me, slashing me in places that wouldn't kill me, torturing me. Then she cut my cheeks and cut my arm so I'd cry out again and my face split apart. I started fighting back so she tied me down. She tied the ropes so tight it made a mark,'' she said examining her wrists subconsciously. ''Then you and JJ came and she shot you both. You lay there dying and I was calling out to you but you died before you could answer. I was so mad at her I broke out of my ties. I linged at her but she just stuck the knife straight into me. I could feel my hot, sticky blood pouring out over my fingers. And then it was black, and next thing I know, you're here. And not dead,'' described Emily, clutching Mick's shirt, making sure she was real.
Mick stared at her in disbelief. He could feel the tears in his eyes. ''Emily, I..I don't know what to say. Don't think that, I'm here. I'm always here,'' he reassured her, kissing the soft hair atop her head.
''I can't control it. I can't compartmentalize it in my sleep,'' she informed him.
''Oh Em, I don't want you to think that. It's horrible. Just horrible,'' he said. He held her tighter as she moved her face intowards him. She slipped her arms around his waist. ''Mick, stay with me tonight. I'm afraid.''
''I will. I won't move from that chair.''
''No, stay in the bed with me. Please,'' she looked up at him with pleading eyes. He never saw her look so fragile, not even when she was tied up on the bed, awaiting possible death. He couldn't say no. He nodded his head, and kissed her forehead. ''I'm here for you baby.''
She had the dream again at night. It seemed to be worse, there was more thrashing and she even screamed. Mick woke her up everytime she even slightly moved, to make sure, but his touch made it worse. It must trigger LaSalle stabbing her. So for the second night in a row, Mick didn't get any sleep.
Emily stuck to his shirt because she was sweating so much. She woke up at the end of every dream, and he rocked her in his arms trying to soothe her but it wasn't working. Everytime she nodded off, the dream started again. And it grew scarier and more violent everytime. The doctor gave her sleeping pills hoping it would stop the nightmares, but they didn't work. It just prolonged the nightmare, and made it harder for her to wake up.
When morning came, Mick was relieved. If he thought the previous night was hard, last night was worse. At least with the previous night, he didn't have to watch her suffer. Watching her and not being able to do anything about it was like there was a knife sticking inside himself too.
Her waking up was a magnificent sight. Not only did it release it from her nightmare, but she looked so darn cute as her beautiful eyes adjusted to the light and she took that moment she always needed to come back to to reality. When she was back, she looked straight up at him, bleary-eyed and frightened looking. ''They happened again.''
''I know. I stayed awake all night trying to wake you up, but you wouldn't.''
''So that's what the pain was. I could actually feel the knife going in. It was you all along.''
''I'm sorry Em. I was just trying to wake you up. I didn't mean to hurt you.''
''I know. I'm just a bit freaked out. And why didn't you sleep? You haven't slept in two days!''
''You're more important than sleep. And anyway I couldn't, you kep hitting me,'' he smiled shyly, rubbing his finger down her side.
''Sorry, I know I'm bad,'' she admitted, hanging her head in shame. He thought she looked so cute when she did that.
''I think you're excused this time. Anyway, I don't mind it really.''
''Don't lie.''
''I'm not. I can't be mad at you right now when you look so vulnerable and cute.''
''Mick, you should have learnt by now, never call Emily Prentiss vulnerable.''
He smiled. That was a major mistake. She'd get him back for that. ''What can I call you?''
''Mmm,'' she said pretending to think. ''Sexy, beautiful, gorgeous, amazing, ravishing, stunning, pretty, elegant, graceful, and extremely intelligent. That enough?'' she asked with a smile. It was so nice to see her smile, she looked amazing when she did.
''It's plenty, my sexy, beautiful, gorgeous, ravishing, stunning, pretty, elegant, graceful and extremely intelligient girlfriend.''
''You forgot ravishing.''
''Sorry, I'll add it next time.''
''You forgot another thing though.''
''What? I thought I had everything.''
''That I'm a good kisser,'' she whispered into his ear as she slid her tongue along his cheek until she met his lips. She caused them to touch, lightly at first, but then stronger and more passionate the longer they kissed. They were interrupted by a loud, incessant beeping. ''That dam heart rate monitor!'' Mick growled as the nurse came in. ''Sorry, it's my fault again,'' he smiled sheepishly.
''It's alright, just be careful. Don't want to excite her too much.'' Then nurse left and they started kissing again, making sure to keep it slow and sweet to keep her pulse down. They only broke apart for air.
''I am definitely adding good kisser to the list of adjectives to describe you,'' Mick smirked as he lay down against the pillow.
''Good, it's been on your list ages ago.'' Mick yawned and closed his eyes. He was finding it hard to keep them open. ''Sleep Mick, you need it. I'll be fine,'' she said softly as she placed a light kiss on his lips. He smiled, and quickly fell asleep.
