Chapter 7
Her walls was up and all the events of last night tucked into their boxes when she arrived to work the next morning. This time she would tell JJ all about it, prove that the threat wasn't empty. Will had let her know he wouldn't stop and last night had really let her know he wasn't kidding.
She had fallen asleep after he left and woken up naked and freezing. It had been hard to get herself to move at first, but the disgusting feeling of the sticky fluids on her back and the smell of sex had made her almost bolt for the shower, as fast as she could. Even if she washed away evidence again, she wasn't about to walk around with semen on her back. At least she had the blood on the sheets and her torn clothes that still was in her bedroom.
Walking into the bullpen she spotted Morgan and Reid by Reid's desk. She tried to walk straight and not show the pain every step caused.
"Hey, princess," Morgan started as he saw her. "Did something happen between you and JJ?"
Emily furrowed her eyebrows, "What do you mean?"
"She's pretty upset," Reid said, his voice an octave higher than usual.
"And she was asking for you when she stomped inside this morning," Morgan continued.
"Did she say what was wrong?" Emily asked, swallowing down her nerves to keep her voice from cracking.
"No," Morgan shook his head. "She only said she needed to talk to you."
Emily looked up towards JJ's office. The door was closed and her blinds down, making it impossible to know what was going on on the other side.
"Well, I better go up there then," Emily said with a nod and walked as fast as she could up the stairs to the catwalk.
She stopped shortly in front of her best friend's door before daring to knock.
"Come in," the blonde said in the harshest tone she'd ever heard her use.
Emily slowly opened the door and stepped inside. "You wanted to see me," she said, nervously.
"Yes," JJ said, looking at Emily with dark eyes. "Close the door."
Emily obeyed the younger woman, not daring to do anything else. Emily had a hunch what this was about, but what she didn't get was why JJ seemed so angry with her.
"What's up?" Emily still asked.
"Don't pretend like you don't know what's up," JJ spat. "Will told me everything."
"He did?" Emily was confused. Why would he do that?
"He did. How could you?" JJ shook her head.
"Excuse me?" Emily stammered, not quite understanding where JJ was going. She'd heard people blame the rape victims but she never thought her best friend was one of them.
"You seduced my husband. You've been having an affair with MY husband," JJ almost yelled at her.
"Is that what he told you?" Emily didn't know what to say.
"Yes. After our dinner party you stayed. You seduced my husband who clearly was too drunk to know what he was doing, but you weren't... You were sober and still.." JJ paused, throwing her hands in the air. "I understand now, though. You wanted me to 'get some rest', but the only reason was so that you could get laid."
"JJ, calm down," Emily tried, tears clouding her eyesight.
"The fuck I will," JJ yelled. "You fucking slept with Will. That's why you've been acting different!"
"That's not what happened," Emily said, taking a deep breath so she could say what really happened. "He raped me!"
JJ looked at Emily in shock and for a second it looked like JJ's anger would turn to her husband, but the next words out of the blonde's mouth made Emily's heart stop.
"You are unbelievable. Will told me the truth and you think that claiming it was rape could save your skin. We both know Will would never do anything like that. We both know he's the perfect husband, you've said so yourself, but you just couldn't let me have that."
"JJ, you don't understand.. He..." Emily started, a tear falling from her left eye, but JJ wouldn't listen.
"No, you don't understand! Our friendship is over. The only time you can talk to me is if it's work related.
"JJ, please..."
"No, I'm done with you, Prentiss!" JJ said, a hand running through her hair. The fact that JJ now used Emily's last name brought more tears to her eyes "Don't try to manipulate me with your tears. Your games might have worked on Will, but they won't work on me. Leave my office now and don't you dare come near my family again."
Emily shook her head, wanting to tell JJ everything that had happened, but at this state she knew JJ wouldn't have any of it. The woman was too angry to listen to reason. Her best friend had chosen Will over her.
"Out. Now!" JJ said, louder this time.
Emily exhaled shakily and turned around to leave.
"He's gonna hurt you, you know," Emily murmured. "He'll rip your heart out and smash it into a million pieces"
With those words Emily left JJ's office. Her colleagues were all out in the bullpen and it was clear they had heard the yelling. She just wasn't sure if they'd heard exactly what the fight was about. Or not fight. It took two to fight and this had been JJ alone screaming at Emily, leaving the brunette no chance to defend herself.
She didn't stop by her desk but continued forward until she reached the bathroom. Her make up was running, slowly taking some of the foundation off, exposing the faded purple color underneath.
Maybe if she removed it and showed JJ all her bruises... Maybe that would make the woman believe her. Though, she still feared that JJ would blame it on rough sex. Hell, Will could even have said that. According to JJ, Emily was a slut.
After wiping away her make up, Emily applied a new layer of foundation and mascara until she looked presentable again. She couldn't believe she'd cried in front of JJ like that, but hearing her best friend say those words and not believe her when she tried to tell the truth, just made everything so hopeless. He would come back, she knew that much so she knew she had to do something. Clearly the threat about telling JJ didn't work. Instead he beat her to it, making his story more credible than hers.
Emily shook her head and left the bathroom. The last thing she wanted was to go back to work and face her team, but she didn't have any other choice.
"Are you okay?" Morgan voice startled her as soon as she was out of the bathroom.
"Yeah, just peachy," Emily answered, dryly, knowing that he wouldn't believe her.
"Emily, come on, I know you," he said grabbing her arm. "Tell me what happened. Did you really do that to JJ?"
"No, I... He..." Emily couldn't get herself to say it. What if he didn't believe her either? She couldn't take that. "Just get back to work."
Emily was well aware that she had let another chance of coming clean slip through her fingers, but she would get the Son of a bitch, even if it meant going through all that again.
Pulling her arm out of her partner's grip, Emily walked back into the bullpen. She knew everyone was looking at her, but she ignored them as she sat down at her desk and started on her paperwork from the latest case.
"Emily..." Rossi said, slowly, being the chosen one to try and reach out to the brunette.
"Don't, Rossi," Emily sighed and after a short silence she could hear her colleagues move behind her.
When it was silent again she dared to look up from her file and was relieved to see that they had finally gotten to work.
It was clear that she had to deal with this on her own. In one way or another.
