Chapter 1: I'm Fine
Emily Prentiss managed to sneak away from the round table and excuse herself to the restroom. She was feeling sick to her stomach, so she exited rather quickly. A lot was going on in her life at the moment. Doyle wanting to harm her family made things even more complicated. After emptying what little contents she had in her stomach, she composed herself and exited the stall. She made a mental note to actually take the pregnancy test that she had bought the day before. It was still sitting on the table by her font door. The flowers that someone managed to get into her home had reminded her just how much danger she and her family were in.
Just as she had gotten off of the phone with her former colleague Tsia, the door began to open. Emily hurried up and ended the call immediately. She dampened a paper towel and cleaned her face. Garcia walks in and sees this instantly. She startled the other woman when she approached her.
"Are you okay?" Penelope askes because she is truly worried about her friend. Emily seemed to have forgotten that nothing goes unnoticed by Penelope Garcia even though she wasn't a profiler.
"Oh…Um yeah, I'm good" Emily replied quickly startled by Garcia's entrance. She hoped that the other woman would leave it at that. Everyone reaching out to her and checking on her was making this even harder for Emily. First Reid, then Morgan, and now Garcia. It killed her to be cold and distant lately, but it was for everyone's safety. She couldn't live with herself if anything happened to her family because of her.
"I'm not a profiler, but you…" Emily had cut Garcia off before she could say anything else. That was exactly what she didn't want to happen.
"Don't start!" Prentiss snapped at her friend and instantly regretted it. "I'm sorry" She apologized hoping she wasn't too harsh towards Garcia. "I'm gonna be alright." Emily assured her friend knowing damn well that it was a lie. Emily was not okay, she had an enemy threatening her family and personal matters that she may have to address as well. Garcia sighed in relief at hearing this.
"Okay. I'm just really worried about you, the flu is going around." Garcia stuttered still surprised at Emily's outburst. Then it dawned on her friends mood swings and being sick could mean something else. "Are you preggs?" She asked. Emily was taken aback by Garcia's intrusive question.
"No, no I'm just not sleeping." Emily explained to Penelope hoping that she would back down. It wasn't a complete lie, she really wasn't sleeping. It killed her to become like this towards her friends who have become her family. What killed her even more was having to distance herself from Spencer Reid, who she has grown to love dearly over the years that they have worked together. Just the thought of Doyle killing her lover kept her awake at night in the form of nightmares.
Garcia lingered around for a few more seconds before leaving. Much to Emily's relief, she was alone in the restroom again. Once she was absolutely sure she was the only one in there, she broke down crying. She gave herself five minutes or so to let it all out. Knowing that it may be the last time that she sees her family had taken its toll on her. As much as she was dreading it, she knew what she now had to do. Another thought had crossed her mind as well, and it reminded her of the last time she and Reid spent time together outside of work. She continued to let the tears fall. As much as Emily yearned to become a mother, she hoped that the test would be negative.
Once Emily Prentiss composed herself and gathered the courage to do what she needed to do, she left the restroom. Fortunately for her, the team was still gathered around the round table. She was also relieved that no one asked her if she was okay. If someone else were to approach her and ask if she was okay, Emily knew she would break down. As they continued going over the case Emily looked at each one of her friends and was mentally preparing herself to tell them goodbye without actually saying goodbye.