Emily Prentiss and her Conservator

by DoctorMS

Emily Prentiss has become a loose cannon at work and home. Her mental state had been severely damaged over the years leading to her very public melt down at Quantico. Emily had spent the next three months in a metal institution. On her release her mother the ambassador had sought a conservatorship order.

5. Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Emily sat in her condo alone for the first time in six months and didn't like it. She missed Jennifer's presence. She missed the blonde, blue-eyed pain in the ass. She held a bottle of beer still sealed, and she couldn't drink on a school night. She could hear the blonde telling her off in her head.

To Emily's surprise, she stood up and put the beer back into the fridge. Emily had already instructed her lawyer to represent Jennifer. At that exact moment, Emily realised Jennifer Jareau was her very comfortable safety blanket, and she would do whatever was needed to get her back.

Her lawyer was a close family friend and agreed to represent her pro-bono. With Jennifer Jareau's arrest, the ambassador had control over Emily until the court could appoint a new conservator.

Sergio leapt onto her lap and started to rub his head against Emily's stomach while he purrs in absolute contentment.

"I miss her, Sergio, I do." Emily sighed as she laid down to sleep. Her cat snuggled into her side.

EJ

"Thank you for your assistance, Mr Winston. We have found the transfers from Ms Prentiss's account by Ms Jareau. We have frozen all her accounts and have forensic accountant's pulling her financial life apart. We managed to trace 85 million dollars to Russia. The federal police have been very helpful with the routing out of Russia to Central Europe." Elle thanked him as she left with the FBI search team.

After leaving the building, she called Hotch, "I put the cat amongst the pigeons; let's see what he does." She told him

EJ

Jennifer had been bombarded with questions for the last 4 hours about her embezzlement of Emily's trust funds. She had repeatedly denied any involvement in the theft. The white-collar crime agents often made her look at her dastardly dead's.

"You took advantage of a sick FBI agent, and you disgust me. Where is the money?" The agent asked for the thousand times.

"I did not steal any money," Jennifer responded, getting tired

"Your that sure no one is going to find out you buy yourself a Mercedes and take Agent Prentiss to work in it every day... brave, very bold. As your being so cooperative, I think a night in the cells will give you time to think about the next 10…15 years of your life." Smiled the agent

"I will see you in the morning, Jennifer." Peter, her lawyer, told her

Jennifer was pleased she was still being held at Quantico and not in federal prison. Elle had told her she would be charged tomorrow and arraigned in front of the judge and then sent to jail to wait for her bail hearing. The likely outcome of the hearing would not be good. She had embezzled money from an ill FBI agent. Federal judges looked after their own.

"I can't go to prison," Jennifer told herself. Elle had given her specific instructions on what to do when she arrived. She had never felt so alone as she did at this very moment

EJ

Rory Winston arrived home after his summons by the FBI. He dutifully watched the agents find his planted trail of Jareau's embezzlement. He poured himself a large brandy and thought about what the lead agent told him about the Russian police helping them.

"They know the money is in Central Europe. Will they find it in Switzerland?" He asked himself

He took a sip of his Remy Martin Louis XIII, his 3,000 dollar bottle of brandy that was courtesy of Emily. Rory didn't trust the Ambassador. A woman's willing to screw her daughter over wouldn't think twice to leave him flapping in the wind. He had funnelled 25% of the money into a separate account. Elizabeth just looked at the iPad, which could say anything. Her greed was her Achilles heel.

He logged onto his laptop and checked all four accounts deciding he would move it to the Cayman Islands in the morning to be safe.

"To you, Jennifer Jareau, The prettiest patsy ever." He toasted her

Pleased with himself, he decided it was time for bed.

EJ

Penelope watched on her computer screens the live key presses Rory Winston made on his laptop mere seconds after pressing the key. Hotch had asked her to help after explaining what plan Elle had come up with to help Jennifer. Garcia had not been happy and, after ignoring him for five minutes, started monitoring his computer.

"He accessed bank of Switzerland where he has four separate accounts totalling 80 million dollars. That leaves 5 million unaccounted for. I have the bank account security access codes so I can access the accounts whenever you need me to." Smiled Garcia

"I can prove Jennifer is innocent, and Winston is the actual embezzler, but the ambassador stays clean and untouchable. We can't let that happen." A furious Garcia tells her boss

Hotch places his hands on both her shoulders to calm her down.

"I know we need to let this play out for a few more days. We need Emily's mother's hand on the stolen money so we can arrest her." He smiled "how's Emily?"

Garcia turned to face Hotch. "She is managing quite well, surprisingly. She misses Jennifer. She took her medication without any complaints." Replied Garcia

"How is Jennifer?" Asked a worried analyst

"She is in the holding cells for the night. She will be arraigned tomorrow." Hotch told her

"Poor little ice Queen, can you arrange for me to see her? She needs a hug; the poor thing must be petrified." Asked a concerned Garcia

Elle was allowed access into Garcia's lair after knocking.

"The documents we received from his laptop we have enough proof he set Jareau up for his Embezzlement. I am afraid there is nothing to link the ambassador into the crime. We need to bring him in and see if we can turn him in. We show him what we have and make a deal with him.

Elle handed a memory stick over to Garcia. "Can you change Jennifer's picture and fingerprints over to Agents Tanya Bevington for me, please. I want Jennifer here to help when we bring Winston in to help unsettle him hopefully." She smiled

"Anything for your sneakiness smirked Garcia." Penelope, if she was honest, did miss her hacking days.

After a few minutes, Garcia smirked, "All done, Jennifer is, for now, a righteous FBI agent and agent Bevington is a despicable Embezzler."

Emily walked into Garcia's lair with agent Bevington dressed in an orange prison jumpsuit.

Elle smiled at her friend "remember, Tanya, when you get to prison, punch the corrections officer that gets into your face. You will be taken to solitary for three days. I will get it finished as soon as I can, I promise. I have three corrections officers looking out for you to be on the safe side."

The blonde, blue-eyed FBI agent just smiled. "Let's go." She smiled at Emily

Garcia passed Emily a photo ID pass for Jennifer.

EJ

Jennifer sat on the bed in her holding cell dressed in her orange jumpsuit, hands cuffed attached to a leather belt around her waist. She was waiting to be taken to her arraignment hearing and then to a prison cell. The blonde attorney was petrified. She had never practised criminal law but had heard horror stories from her colleagues.

"Clunk!"

She heard the cell door unlock but refused to look up.

"Jennifer, It's going to be OK!" A tearful Emily told her

Jennifer looked up at the brunette and smiled for the first time in what seemed like days to her. She looked puzzled when Emily unfastened her handcuffs. Wasting no time, Jennifer pulled Emily into a hungry and desperate kiss. The kiss only lasting seconds before the blonde burst into tears

"I missed you, Emily, I missed all your attitude and hostilely and hate," Jennifer told Emily

Smiling, Emily looked at Jennifer directly in her blue eyes. "I realised I sat in the condo all alone last night. I needed you too. You my beautiful comfort blanket and constant companion for the last six months. I have been horrible to you, and you still stayed, never complaining. I never want to be without you, Jennifer Jareau. I know that now." Emily's lips crashed into Jennifer's, hungry for more.

"Maybe a little later, ladies." Smirked agent Bevington

Clipping a Quantico security pass onto Jennifer's collar and leaving the holding cell with her leaving agent Bevington sat on the cot waiting for her transport.

Jennifer just looked very confused as she was escorted out of the cellblock.

"Elle will provide two of her team to drive agent Bevington to her arraignment hearing. Garcia has altered your arrest record. You now look like Tanya. She will go to Prison for you for a few days. We need you to help us with Rory Winston." Emily explained While they walked.

EJ

Emily guided Jennifer into Garcia's lair and locked the door. Garcia engulfed the blonde into a hug.

"Thank god for your ok! I have some of your clothes here for you to change into." Smirked Garcia

Jennifer didn't hesitate to change out of the orange jumpsuit. She laughed and looked at Emily as she pulled out her change of clothes. Emily just smirked as she watched the professional blonde dress in a pair of cargo pants and a tee.

"I was bringing your super girl outfit, but Garcia talked me out of it." Smirked Emily, "but I think I prefer some of your other costumes." She smiled

Jennifer's face instantly turns red.

"What's going on?"

Garcia pointed to a monitor that showed Rory Winston in handcuffs.