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The team parted their separate ways, all but Morgan and Emily as he insisted on driving her home. She weakly resisted, but at this point she was so sleep deprived and a little loopy from her pain medication that she agreed. She just wanted to be in her bed. Hopefully, the pills would keep the nightmares at bay. "Are you sure you don't want me to stay Em? You know I don't mind; I'd be happy to." Morgan offers kindly. Emily half smiles. She does not want to be weak or coddled, but the real love Morgan's friendship offered was something that she was glad she was alive to see. "I'm okay, really Morgan. I plan on sleeping until noon or later" she says with a slight chuckle. "I'll reach out when I'm up and around. Thank you." Still, he walks her to her door and says goodnight, giving her a hug out of pure relief that he did not lose someone he cherishes so much. She tenses but gives in to the hug. She enters her apartment and walks directly to her bed. She turns on a bedside light to dimly light her room in hope that that would protect her from a night of reliving the incident. She quickly faded off to sleep and was glad to be in her own bed.

A harsh hand grabbed her by the hair and yanked so hard she thought it would rip out. "I can take it." She says, her quivering tone seemingly defying the strength in her words. She sees that snarled smile and her stomach clenches. Only this time, while his mouth latched onto her skin harshly and his body pounded into hers the physical pain was nowhere to be found. The emotional pain screamed, however, her mind screamed to let her free of his embrace. Her eyes shed tears of innocence lost, she wanted nothing more than to scream out for help. To scream out for relief. She bites her lip until it bleeds, preventing her from showing weakness- to Cyrus or the team. This time after his last pump into her he takes his gun and puts it to her head. "Those who sin shall surely be put to death", the cold metal touches her forehead. Before the trigger is pulled, she startles awake in a cold sweat. She is home. She is safe, or at least as safe as she would ever truly feel again. Emily rushed to the bathroom to purge the contents of her nearly empty stomach, hoping the memories would follow down the drain. Once she steadies her breathing and sits back on her heels the nausea passes. The memories crash over her like waves of pain. Hands on her body, saliva and teeth gnawing on her soft skin, his penis shoving into her repeatedly. She stands up as her stomach lurches, she must escape this feeling. She cannot let these memories take over. This was in a box. It needed to be, to be buried. She could not face this now.

She glances at the clock- 4:35am. Only two hours since she had arrived home. She had moved to her couch from the bathroom floor and decided it was best not to return to her bed. She was too tired to stay awake if she had her bed beneath her, and that was not a show she wanted to watch again. Her body ached as thought it had not been only three hours since she had taken her last dose of pain medication. She poured two pills into her hand from the bottle, hesitant at taking another dose three hours before she was permitted. When another wave of memories flooded her brain, she added another pill to her hand and threw them into her mouth. She had been so tired when she arrived home she had not showered, and suddenly she felt as if her body was riddled in filth and needed to be scrubbed immediately. She could not wait, she was filthy. His hands were on her. He was in her. She limped back into the bathroom and disrobed, attempting to avoid the reflection of herself in the mirror. She can't help but catch a glimpse of the bruises marring her ribcage, and as horrible as it looked she'd rather study them all day then see the angry bite marks slightly above them. She turns the water to a temperature that sends a burning sensation throughout her skin. She embraces the feeling, begging to feel any pain that was not mental. "If I saw this behavior in someone else, I would be calling it self harm." She thinks to herself, scrubbing herself raw in the steaming hot water. She slightly smiles as the pills take their effect, she sways slightly and decides her shower was sufficient for now. She stumbles out of the shower and puts on loose fitting clothes- grey sweatpants and a black turtle neck just high enough to cover the hickeys. She sits on her couch, the warmth from the pills slowly overtaking the mental and physical pain she had been feeling. It was 7:00 am and she decided the hours she had slept earlier in the night would have to be sufficient. She drank two coffees while absently mindedly watching the news. Once 8:30 am rolled around she threw a blazer on over her turtle neck and exchanged her sweatpants for slacks. It was challenging to get dressed in her physical state but she made it work. She looked at the belt lying beside her bed. She is about to grab it when she gets a flash of Cyrus unbuckling it with a swift and harsh movement. She leaves it on the floor, deciding she did not need it after all.

She was expected to have the day off. Hell, she had just told Morgan the night before she planned on sleeping half the day, but she could not sit with her thoughts anymore. She needed to be with her people and be somewhere she felt strong. She used makeup to cover the wounds on her face that she could (though some like her stiches and split lip were not so easily camouflaged) and ran some mascara over her lashes. She could still see the dark bags under her eyes but ignored them as she left her apartment and headed to the BAU. She walked into the bureau a few minutes past nine, scanning her surroundings with a vigilance she had not held before. Her eyes settled on Morgan sitting at his desk. She was surprised to see him as well as Reid already completing paper work after the long night they had had. Maybe she was not the only one who needed not to be alone. She sits at her seat, wincing in pain as she lowers herself onto the chair. Her ribcage ached but it was the sharp pain further down that caused her reaction. Morgan and Reid noticed her entrance and pained reaction and eyed her nervously. Morgan was the first to speak up "Hey Em, we weren't expecting you. What happened to your plans of sleeping until noon?" he asked intently. "I woke up this morning feeling energized, I guess I got enough sleep last night. I just want to be working." Emily attempted to sound as strong and steady as she could, although it was difficult with the pain she was currently swimming through. Morgan and Reid decided not to press further, although Morgan made it a point to excuse himself twenty minutes later and enter Hotch's office to fill him in. "Prentis is here. She says she got enough sleep and is ready to work, but I gotta tell you Hotch, she looks like death." "She isn't ready to be back. She may not be ready to be home by herself either. She can stay here and do desk work, she more than likely needs to feel connected." Morgan nods his head and heads back to his desk.