"Take my seat"
"Jesus, Prentiss, you'd think you'd have learnt to duck by now." Morgan teased as he wheeled his partner through the hospital corridors, only just barely resisting the urge to make motorcycle noises.
"I can't help it that I have the kind of face that unsubs seem to love to hit." Emily protested dourly. They were in Washington for a case involving bodies being dumped on hiking trails in a state park. They'd managed to corner their unsub in an abandoned ranger shack but not before he had smacked Emily in the head with a piece of nearby lumber. She'd needed a few stitches for her forehead and twisted her ankle pretty badly when she'd fallen and the only reason she was allowing Derek to push her in the wheelchair was because it was hospital policy when they gave muscle relaxants and she wanted to hurry up and get the hell out of there.
"Maybe we'll get you a mask." Morgan said thoughtfully, jerking the chair back for a second to pop a wheelie and grinning at the glower Emily gave him for it. He parked her just inside the exit doors and left with the promise to bring the car around so they could meet the others at the airport, helping her gingerly load herself into the SUV when he did.
"How are you feeling?" Hotch asked with concern the minute she boarded the jet.
Emily forced herself not to scowl at him. "Fantastic!" she enthused, limping down the aisle to the back of the plane where she could brood in peace. She spotted JJ on the couch and gave her a tight smile, trying to reassure her she was okay.
"Here," the blonde said, standing up immediately. "Take my seat." She moved to the chair directly across from Emily and sat down, leaving the couch free for her to elevate her ankle.
Emily smiled her thanks and got situated, lying down as much as she could and only half listening to the debriefing as her painkillers started to kick in