Chapter 5
Her phone had been going off almost all day. She had kept it on silent, but the constant vibrating had made her lose focus. And he knew it would. He wanted to mess with her, to see her break. She refused to give him that though.
Next time he came to see her, because she knew he would, she would make sure that he knew she'd tell JJ if this continued. That had to make him stop. Of course the best thing to do was to just go ahead and tell JJ right now when they were on a case where he couldn't prevent it. The younger blonde was just in the hotel room next to hers. It would be so easy.
But that would take the woman's focus off the case and she just couldn't do that.
Sitting down on the bed after getting into her pajamas, she unlocked her phone. 4 missed calls and 9 messages. All from him.
She knew that these texts would shake her up more than he already had, but at least it was easy for her to hide.
Entering her messages, she saw Will's name and after a deep breath she opened them.
"Are you behaving yourself?"
"Can't wait to have you writhing underneath me ;)"
"If you tell JJ, things will only get worse"
"Sweet Dreams, baby xx"
Emily scrolled up the rest of the messages, the next being just like the previous one. They were all the same and the only purpose was to get into her head, to scare her into submission.
It wouldn't work. She couldn't let it. His voice threatening Garcia was even clearer in her head now. So what if she told someone and say that someone believed her? They would go to the police with no evidence. It would be his word against hers. There was no way he would be thrown in jail. This might not even stop afterwards. And he definitely would be able to get to Garcia. She should've gone to the police the first time it happened. Now she only had the bruises as proof, but she knew it wasn't enough.
Shaking her head, she threw her phone on the floor in frustration.
"Get a grip over yourself, Emily," she tried telling herself.
They were really close to finishing the case so she knew they'd probably be back tomorrow or the day after that. And then she would have to face her problems.
Crawling under the covers, her head finally hit the pillow. She pulled her knees up under her chin and closed her eyes hard, willing herself to fall asleep. The exhaustion made her body go limp sooner than she thought and she could finally drift off.
A loud bang on Emily's hotel room's door startled her awake and for a second she had forgotten where she was. Her first thought was that Will had come for her again.
"Emily?" a voice on the other side said, making Emily sigh in relief, but a second later her eyes widened.
What time was it?
Hurrying out of the bed, she ran to the door and opened it quickly, only peaking out from behind the door with her uninjured side of the face. She couldn't let him see her body or the faded black eye.
"Hey, princess, too lazy to get up?" Morgan wondered.
"Sorry, my alarm didn't wake me," Emily grimaced, glancing to the phone she had thrown to the floor the night before.
"I told the rest to go ahead and leave so as soon as you're ready..."
"I'll be right down," Emily nodded and closed the door.
Running a hand over her face, she took a deep breath. She rummaged through her go-bag until she found a grey turtleneck, a pair of slacks, a matching jacket and a pair of clean underwear.
This morning she limited the showering to five minutes and then quickly got dressed again. She grabbed her foundation and applied the usual makeup to her face until her bruise was all covered. Her eyelashes was painted in coal black, making them longer than they already was.
With one last look in the mirror to make sure she looked as presentable as possible, she left the room and took the elevator to the bottom floor where Morgan sat waiting for her.
"Are you okay?" Morgan asked her as soon as he saw her.
No, her mind screamed, but the words that came out were different, "I'm fine."
Morgan shook his head and she could tell that he didn't believe her.
"One of these days you have to learn to trust me," he said as the pair walked outside.
"I do trust you," Emily said, making Morgan stop and turn to her.
"Then tell me what's going on," he said, but continued before she got a chance to say something. "And don't say that nothing's going on. You might think that you're good at compartmentalizing, but I know you and I know there's something you are desperately trying to hide."
"I'm not sure where you're going with this, but I'm fine. It's all in your head," Emily said, starting to walk again, but Morgan grabbed her arm to force her to stop. She tried her best to keep herself from hissing at the pain that shot through her arm as Morgan's hand gripped her where a dark bruise was hiding.
"It's not in my head. You're wearing a lot more makeup than usual, you've been distant, you overslept..."
"I told you my alarm..."
"Let me finish, okay?" Morgan said and Emily nodded with a sigh. "...your phone vibrated all day yesterday, but you ignored every call and you've been tired more than usual. As a profiler..."
"Stop," Emily snapped. "I don't wanna hear it. You can believe whatever you want, but don't you dare profile me."
Emily pulled the keys out of Morgan's hand and hurried over to the car, getting into the driver's seat. A couple seconds later, Morgan opened the passenger door and got into the car too.
"I'm sorry, Emily. I didn't..."
"You didn't think," Emily interrupted him. "You never do."
Emily pulled away from the curb and started driving towards the precinct. Morgan decided to stay quiet to not infuriate his partner any further.
He was worried about her, but knew he couldn't help her if she didn't tell him what was going on. He would keep pressuring her, though, until she finally gave in, but for now he'd let it go. Now they had a case to solve.
