Chapter 3

She was shaking. It wasn't something she could control, but she still hated herself for acting that way. When she talked to JJ she had been able to keep herself together, put everything into their boxes, but as soon as she drove away from that house everything came back. His touch. His lips against hers. The way he squeezed her neck. The feeling of his penis rubbing against her. Everything.

She just wanted to go home and take a shower, just forget it ever happened. No, she had one stop she had to make first. Being awake all night had given her a lot of time to thing. A hospital was out of the question. But he hadn't used a condom and she couldn't let her best friend's husband knock her up. So she parked the car in front of a pharmacy where she knew she could a pill. Of course the rational side of her brain told her to get a SATC, but she just wouldn't listen to that. She didn't want anyone to ask questions, to take DNA samples from her most private part, to take pictures of her nude.

As she exited the car she was well aware of how she must look in other people's eyes. Her hair was disheveled, her make-up had disappeared almost completely and her eyes were red. The only thing she could hold onto was her posture and the way her face could turn emotionless.

That's what she used when she entered the pharmacy. An old lady looked her way and Emily almost let herself shrink under the gaze. Maybe she should've waited until she got cleaned up, but she knew that as soon as she stepped inside her apartment she wouldn't be able to leave all day. Not until tomorrow when she would have to go to work or if they got called in on a case tonight.

Stepping up to the counter, she was well aware of the older woman's gaze on her.

"Hi, erhm... I would like a morning after pill," Emily spoke in a hushed tone, not wanting too many people to know why she was here.

She knew that this probably looked bad and the woman behind the counter seemed to suspect something too. If it wasn't for the puffy eyes and the bruises on her face that had started to shine through the make-up, she probably could've gotten away with this as a drunken one night stand.

"Here you go miss," the woman put the pill on the counter and Emily gave the woman her credit card.

There was a moment of silence as the woman typed something on the card reader and when she was done she hesitated slightly before handing the card back.

"Have you gone to the hospital?" the woman asked.

Emily should've been prepared for the question, but she was still taken aback.

"I... No, I'm fine. Thank you," Emily said, taking the pill and starting out the store.

"Just don't shower," the woman said way too loud for Emily's taste and if Emily didn't want to get home so badly, she would've turned around and lectured the older woman.

Instead she left the pharmacy and hurriedly got into her car, starting it as soon as the door was closed. Putting the car in gear, she drove out from the small parking lot and headed in the direction of her apartment.

Halfway home her phone beeped and just one glance to it made her almost drive through off the road. She could see Will's name, but she didn't dare to pick her phone up and read what he had to say. Not when she was driving.

What if he was apologizing for what he did? Would she write back, telling him that things like that happen? That it wasn't his fault.

No, there were no excuses for what he did.

And JJ deserved to know.

Emily parked the car in front of her apartment building and reached for her phone. Deciding to open the message in the comfort of her home, she stepped out of the car and ran into the building.

When she entered the apartment, she disarmed her alarm and locked the door behind her. She still had the phone and pill clutched in her hand when she ascended the stairs and entered the bathroom. Turning the shower on, she stepped back to get her dress off, but before she needed to know what the text said.

After taking a deep breath, she finally unlocked the phone and clicked on the only unread message. Her eyes ran over the message over and over again, hoping it would change the more she read it.

"Last night was great, babe. We have to do it again xx"

Emily dropped her phone on the bathroom counter, taking a few steps back from it. She needed to tell JJ. If this meant he expected more she had to tell her. JJ needed to know what Will was doing behind her back.

Everything inside her screamed for her to not get into the shower and not get rid of all the evidences, but she wouldn't listen. She just wanted to wash it all away, to feel less dirty.

Discarding of her dress and bra, she stepped inside the shower, the hot strays of water hitting her head. The water burning her skin was a welcoming feeling and at the moment she couldn't get herself to move. She wanted the water to burn her skin off, to stop feeling.

Her mind was racing, going through everything that had happened and what would happen. If Will had any plans on seeing her again, she had to make sure that her best friend kicked him out before that.

She didn't know how long she had been in the shower when the hot water turned colder. But still she remained under the water until the freezing cold became unbearable.

Stepping out, she looked for her towel and wrapped herself up in the warmth. Her eyes landed on the pill on the counter that she knew she had to take.

She didn't bother to prepare a glass of water before popping the pill into her mouth, swallowing quickly.

Her eyes were looking back at her in the mirror, scolding herself for the shower she just took. God she looked like a mess. You could see the lack of sleep by the big bags under her eyes.

With an exhausted smile she grabbed her phone and exited the bathroom. Her PJs was neatly folded on the chair and without letting go of the towel she put her top on. She grabbed a pair of panties from the dresser, ones that weren't torn she added in her head, and put them on before putting her shorts on.

Dropping the towel completely, she stumble forward, crawling onto the bed and getting under the covers.

Emily was pulled out of her sleep by the shrill sound of her cellphone.

"Prentiss," she answered.

"Why so formal?" Derek teased.

"How would you prefer me to answer?" Emily sighed, not really sure if she was up for his teasing.

"Princess, Emily, hey hot stuff... You pick!" Derek told her and she couldn't help but to smile her first smile that day.

"Okay, hi hot stuff, what do you want?" Emily started over.

"Much better," she could hear the smile on Morgan's voice. "I thought I'd call and see if you wanted to see a movie."

"A movie? With you?" Emily grimaced.

Any other day she wouldn't have thought twice before agreeing, but with one glance at her reflection in the window, she knew she couldn't do that. She was even afraid to go to work tomorrow.

"Tonight doesn't work for me," she said, the brief smile long gone from her face.

"Come on, princess," Morgan whined. "Only one movie. We can do it at your place. You don't have to move."

Emily considered this for a moment. Even if she could hide her bruises better with dimming the light and put heavy make-up on, she couldn't risk it.

"I'm sorry, Derek, I can't. Raincheck?" Emily wondered, chewing on her thumbnail.

"Sure," Morgan said. "Em, are you okay?"

The question she had waited for. The question she had hoped she wouldn't have to answer.

"I'm okay. I just want to go to bed early," Emily lied, not sure if Morgan believed her.

"If you say so. See you tomorrow?" Morgan said more as a question.

"Yes... Yes, see you tomorrow."

The pair hung up and Emily couldn't stop staring at her reflection. It could've been so easy. She could've said yes, Morgan could've come over and he would've seen the bruises. Then even if Emily would say that everything was fine, that she just fell, he would pressure her until she couldn't keep it up any more. Morgan would've believed her. The man would've kicked Will's ass back to New Orleans.

When the doorbell rung an hour later, Emily sighed. A part of her thanked God for sending Morgan over, but the other part was irritated that he couldn't take no for an answer. Quickly she applied a layer of make-up to her face and threw a turtleneck over her head. She was just about to unlock the second lock when she realized how careless she was. Stretching her head slightly, she looked through the peephole.

Her heart almost stopped at the sight of the man standing out there. What was he doing there? Backing away from the door, she decided to pretend that she wasn't home. Maybe he'd go away if no one opened the door.

"Babe, I know you're in there," the southern accent said. A moment of silence past. "I heard you unlock the door." The handle moved, but the door didn't open. "Now unlock the other one too, babe."

Emily couldn't pretend anymore, "Go away Will," she yelled, surprised by how strong her own voice sounded.

"You know I can't do that. I really enjoyed last night and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it all day," Will said with a smirk.

"You're not getting any more," Emily told him, praying that he could go soon.

"As you wish. I guess I'll just have to pay Penelope Garcia a visit," Will said and it didn't even take 30 seconds before Emily threw the door open.

"You can have me."