Emily went to her own bedroom, closed the door behind her and started to get ready for bed, but she couldn't turn her brain off. She felt like she had definitely made some progress with Bobbie already, but a part of her was asking herself, if Bobbie would ever trust her enough to talk about all her experiences.

Bobbie wouldn't talk about it and she really had to admit it: she was feeling a little overwhelmed. She had agreed to take Bobbie in for a few days, which turned into weeks, but what if she couldn't help her? What if she would only make things worse? Now that she thought about it, she felt really naive. Had she really thought that she could help a traumatized child, just because she had worked on cases like her's before?

She was struggling with the situation and there was only one person she could go to for advice, even though she didn't feel comfortable asking.

She picked up her phone, well aware that it was almost midnight and called the only person who could help her.

"Sorry, I know it's late, but do you have a minute?" Emily asked apologetically

"Emily, are you alright, what's up?" Morgan's deep, but tired, voice answered

"Yeah I'm alright, that's not why I'm calling." She said nervously

"It's Bobbie right?" Morgan had already expected something like this

"Yeah, I don't know what to do with her. I thought she was getting better, but she woke up screaming and she still doesn't tell me much and-."

"You can't expect her to tell you everything she's ever been through right away. That takes a lot of trust and time- you've only known her for a couple of weeks. You've done an amazing job with that kid so far." Morgan said soothingly

"I don't know if I can help her, she doesn't trust me Derek. We've talked about her life in foster care, but when I asked her why she never told anyone what was going on, she wanted to go to bed." Emily said frustrated

"Emily look…" Morgan sighed "You just have to be patient with her, she will open up to you over time, but she is too ashamed to talk about it." Even he found it hard to talk about this to Emily and this wasn't even about him

"But why? None of it was her fault."

"That's not the point-" another pause "Stuff like this is hard to talk about and after a while you hate yourself for being so weak and letting it happen for so long, that it's even worse."

"What am I supposed to do with her?"

"Just show her that you're there for her, but don't pressure her to talk to you. " Morgan waited for any kind of response, but when Emily didn't answer, he continued "Look, I know it's hard but you can't help her right now, she has to come to you Emily- and I am not even sure if she will ever go into detail about it… How long will she be staying with you? You said she was staying for a couple of days but that's almost a month ago now"

"I don't know, they are looking for a new home for her, but I just… "She couldn't finish the sentence

"What?"

"I don't know if I can let her go anymore."

Emily was already awake in the morning, when Bobbie came into the kitchen, to get herself a snack, before her and Emily would head back to the BAU. She avoided looking at Emily, fearing that she would want to touch up on the conversation that they had had the night before. And she was right. Before the girl could leave the kitchen and return to her room, she heard Emily's voice calling her back.

"Bobbie, can you stay for a moment please?" Emily wasn't going to push Bobbie. She knew that Bobbie wouldn't come to her anymore when she needed to talk, if she would force her.

Bobbie didn't make any attempts to sit next to Emily, she decided to keep standing near the door and Emily accepted that, she wasn't trying to start a serious conversation anyway.

"Don't worry, we won't talk about it now" Emily said, when she saw how tense Bobbie looked "But I want you to talk to someone, Bobbie. I understand that you don't want to tell me much, but you need help." Bobbie knew where this was going. She didn't like it.

"I want you to talk to a therapist."

"What, you mean like regularly?" Bobbie asked, ready to protest

"Yes, we have our own therapist at the BAU, she agreed to working with you."

"No, I am not doing this. I won't talk about… no." She trailed off "It was just a nightmare, you said that yourself." She said, not noticing how aggressive she sounded

"A nightmare based on real experiences." She sighed, there were tears forming in Bobbie's eyes, even though she was good at hiding it. "I am not doing this to punish you, I am trying to help."

"I don't need help." She said, trying to sound grown up, but looking more fragile than ever

"Then do it for me." Emily almost pleaded "Just try it ok?"

Bobbie just nodded. Going to a therapist was the last thing she wanted, but Emily had done so much for her, that she would have felt guilty for not going. She would find a way to get out of this later

I am sorry that it took me so long to update, I just have zero time right now and when I first wrote this chapter I absolutely hated it. I still don't like how this turned out and I am sorry that it is so short.