Chapter 9

Emily had to bite her lip to keep herself from screaming at the way Will violated her body. Her chest was pushed roughly down on the table while her arms were held on her back, twisted in a way she didn't think was possible. Neither one of them were completely naked. He had pulled down her pants and panties, but this time he hadn't bothered to take them off completely. She could feel that he wasn't naked either. He was still wearing his shirt and the material would rub against her back as he pounded into her.

She tried to shift her body, but the way his hands gripped her arms and hip tightly made it almost impossible.

"God you feel good," Will moaned.

Emily wanted to say something back, but she knew that if her teeth let go of her lip, she would either moan or scream and she didn't want to give him that.

She tried so hard to relax, but she just couldn't and the pain was excruciating. The groans from the man behind her sent chills down her spine and made her want to throw up.

It was all her fault. If only she hadn't offered to stay late that evening. If only she hadn't agreed to spend the night. Maybe none of this would've happened. Maybe Will wouldn't have gotten the idea to get sex from his wive's best friend.

The question of 'why her' always ran through her head, but she knew she wouldn't get a real answer. She didn't want to believe that she had ruined a family, that she was just a whore. The words JJ had said hurt her the most. The disgust on the blondes face and the disbelief. She didn't know what the rest of the team said, but she had no doubt that they would take JJ's side. After all, according to her, Emily and Will were having an affair. Everything was consensual.

Emily knew it wasn't and for some reason she hadn't been able to stop it. Or didn't she try hard enough?

The pounding stopped and Emily was confused. She knew he hadn't emptied himself, there was nothing running down her legs.

"What are you...?" Emily stopped when she felt his hard member stroke between her butt cheeks. "No, no, no, no, please don't... I can't..."

Will just chuckled as he thrust inside her back entrance and this time Emily couldn't hold back her scream. It hurt even more than last night since he didn't use any lube this time and she knew she wasn't healed yet.

"Shhh," Will whispered. "We don't want the neighbors to become worried."

Staying quiet proved to be a very difficult task. Even biting her lip didn't work. It hurt so much, like she was being cut in half. She wanted him to climax, she needed him to, but when she could feel that he was about to he slowed down so it all would last for longer. Then he started again, going deeper and harder than before.

Will stopped completely, but remained inside, when a knock on the door could be heard.

"Stay quiet," Will said, firmly, one of his hands going around to her mouth.

Emily was dead silence, waiting for another knock or anything.

"Emily, it's me! Open up. I want to talk to you!"

Emily couldn't help the tears that spilled down her cheeks at the sound of Morgan's voice. He was so close but yet so far away.

Will's hand tightened on her mouth at the sound of the other man.

Morgan called her name one more time and only a second later Emily screamed into Will's hand, earning her a hard blow to her head which got her to a state between consciousness and unconsciousness.

She knew that Morgan probably wouldn't have heard it, but at least she had tried to get help.

It got quiet on the other side of the front door and Will continued to pound into Emily's half conscious body.

She had lost her best opportunity of being saved. Morgan had been on the other side of that door and now he was gone.

Derek Morgan was pacing his living room. He knew something was terribly wrong with his partner, but so far he didn't know what. They had all heard everything JJ had yelled at her in the office, but they hadn't heard what Emily said to her defense since the brunette hadn't raised her voice.

'You've been having an affair with my husband' JJ had yelled.

An affair with Will. It really didn't seem like something Emily would do. No, Emily would never ever sleep with her best friend's husband. She wasn't that selfish. But why did JJ think she had?

Morgan shook his head. He needed to talk to her. The last couple of days she'd been different and every time Morgan had tried to talk to her, the brunette had brushed him off.

Grabbing his car keys, he hurried out to his car. He was well aware of the time, but he didn't think Emily would be asleep. By the looks of it, she hadn't been sleeping a lot lately.

He got into his car quickly and drove down the street in the direction of Emily's place. The worry for his friend was eating him up and he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep until he talked to her.

Morgan hoped that it was just him being paranoid, but his guts told him something was seriously wrong and his guts were usually right.

The drive over to his friends' apartment felt much longer than it really was and when he finally parked the car behind Emily's, he hurried out. Locking his car, he opened the door to Emily's apartment building. He could hear the sound of televisions as he walked up the stairs to the right floor. As he approached her door that bad feeling only seemed to increase.

Hesitating slightly, Morgan knocked on her door. He backed away to wait for Emily to open. When she didn't he knocked again.

"Emily, it's me! Open up. I want to talk to you!" He yelled through the closed door, knowing that she had to be home.

So Morgan decided that he wouldn't go anywhere; he wouldn't let her shut him out. Not again.

Morgan was just about to knock again when he heard something inside the apartment. He wasn't sure what it was. It was muffled, but when it was followed by a silent thud the agent knew it wasn't something good.

After waiting one more minute, he checked the door as quietly as he could. Luckily it was unlocked. Entering the apartment nothing seemed to be amiss, except for the sounds. Moaning. That's what he could identify the sounds as. If it wasn't for the whimpers that followed the moaning, Morgan would never have continued further into the apartment. Not wanting to alert the second person there, Morgan walked quietly towards the only sound in the apartment.

"Mmm, so tight," Morgan heard a familiar voice say.

His eyes widened as he placed the voice with a face in his head. Will? So JJ's accusations were right? Still, Morgan needed to see for himself.

What he saw as he entered the kitchen made his heart stop. Emily's legs were tied to the table and Will was pushing her down on the hard surface as he pounded into her. Emily's eyes were shut tightly and her teeth were biting hard on her lip, hard enough to draw blood.

It took Morgan ten seconds to take in what he saw and during that time his blood had begun to boil and the anger taking over.

"You Son of a bitch!" Morgan let out as he bolted for the younger man, grabbing his shirt collar and pulling him off Emily.

The shock on Will's face was clear as he fell to the kitchen floor, his pants still down around his ankles.

Standing up quickly, Will pulled his pants back up. He knew he should probably just call the cops or the team so Will could get put away, but the thought of Will violating Emily made him furious.

"Take it easy, man. Can't two people just enjoy some sex?"

As soon as those words left the southern guy's mouth, Morgan's fist connected to his jaw, making him stumble back into the kitchen counter. Morgan quickly took a hold of his shoulders and slammed his head into the stone surface. His knee connected with Will's abdomen and he threw the man down on the floor, not letting him catch his breath before he continued to kick the bastard, hearing a crack as his foot connected.

To his surprise Will just chuckled as he spit some blood out. "You're just mad... that I got to... tap her first," Will said between breaths.

Morgan didn't think twice before jumping at him, his fist connecting with his face repeatedly. He could hear the crack of the other man's nose and saw the blood that escaped both his nose and split lip. He would've continued to beat the man until he was unrecognizable to his own mother if it wasn't for his partner calling his name.

Standing up again, Morgan delivered one more kick before catching his breath.

"I should cut your dick off," he said, shaking his head as he looked at the bloody mess that was Will.

He stepped over the man to get to Emily who was still tied to the kitchen table. Knowing how humiliating her position must be, Morgan made sure not to look at her until he'd covered her up. He kept his eyes on the tape around Emily's ankles as he cut it off with the knife that had been on the floor.

As soon as the tape was off Morgan stepped to the side and looked away so that Emily could pull up her pants. When he heard the other man groan, Morgan turned around to see that Emily had just kicked him in his groin.

Will tried to stand up and when he finally managed, he started to limp his way towards the front door. Morgan was just about to follow but Emily's arms held him back.

"Let him go. He won't get far," Emily sighed.

The male agent let out a breath as he turned to Emily and immediately pulled her into a tight embrace.

"I'm so sorry. I should've known. I should've done something."

Tears fell from Emily's eyes and wet Morgan's shirt. She tried hard to not let him hear the crack in her voice, even if his wet shirt already gave away her crying.

"I'm okay," Emily lied.

"You can't lie to a profiler," Morgan told her, pulling away to see her face.

His thumbs instinctively went to brush her tears away.

"I'm sorry for being such a mess," Emily apologized, sadly.

"You don't have to apologize, but I do want you to tell me everything," Morgan told her as he led her to the couch in the living room. "Do you want anything drink?" Morgan looked at her with sad eyes.

"Some vodka could do," Emily answered dryly, forcing a chuckle from Morgan.

"Sorry, princess, you will get water."

"That's not strong enough," Emily murmured, but Morgan didn't hear her as he was already busy pouring Emily some water.

Arriving back with the water, Morgan handed the glass to the brunette and as she started to drink he sat down next to her.

"Are you ready to start?" he asked her and watched as she put her glass down.

"No, but I guess I have to do it anyways," Emily said with a sigh before she began. "It was after their dinner party when I stayed late. I told JJ to go to bed since I knew she hadn't slept much." Emily shrugged. "Will said I shouldn't drive home that late so I spent the night and yeah..."

Emily didn't have to finish for him to know what had happened.

"Has it happened more times?" Morgan dared to ask.

Emily looked away as she nodded. "It's happened 4 times..." Her tongue brushed over her lip before she continued, knowing he wanted to hear the rest. "The second time was the day after. He came to my house and I had to open the door... He threatened to go after Garcia and I couldn't let him.. Can you imagine that?"

"That Son of a..."

"I know... I couldn't let that happen. I tried to fight him off but I was too weak," Emily sighed.

"No, you are not weak," he protested.

Emily shrugged, "I let him do stuff to me." Morgan took her hands and squeezed them, letting her know that everything was okay, or at least would be. "The third time was last night. I knew he would come. I threatened to tell JJ if he did it again."

"He still did it?"

"Yep, and then he went and told JJ he's been having an affair with me. JJ was so angry and she didn't believe me."

"Wait... You told JJ what had happened and she didn't believe you?" Morgan raised his voice. "She did nothing to help you?"

"If I told you your husband had raped me, would you believe me?"

"I sure as hell would've considered the possibility."

"It's okay, really... I don't blame her," Emily said and when she saw that Morgan was about to argue Emily continued. "Then he came today too and the rest you know."

Morgan was quiet, remembering the way he'd found his friend when he first came in. How the man had violated her, tied her up to make her more defenseless. The man everyone thought to be so good to JJ and the kids.

"Please say something, anything..." Emily pleaded with him.

"Did you ever go to the hospital?"

Emily shook her head no, "I hate hospitals."

"Then I'll take you," Morgan said, firmly, standing up.

"No, Morgan, please... It's too humiliating."

"They need to take tests Emily and if we're gonna report this, they need to have something to go on."

Emily stood up, "Then let's not report him."

Taking her glass, she drank the last of the water and proceeded into the kitchen.

"Are you crazy? He has to be punished for what he did to you," Morgan said, following her into the kitchen.

"I think what you did to him was punishment enough," Emily retorted, putting her glass in the dishwasher.

Turning around, she was met by Morgan's still worried eyes.

"Seriously, I'll be fine," Emily answered, sounding as truthfully as she could.

"At least get some sleep," Morgan told her.

"Can't."

"Emily, you haven't..."

"He's probably given me a concussion," Emily interrupted him, eyeing her partner as he turned around to not let her see the anger flashing over his face.

"Then I will wake you up every 20 minutes," Morgan promised, his back still towards Emily.

Emily considered this for only a short moment. She hadn't slept well lately and having Morgan by her side might make her feel safer. So she agreed.

"Go up and change and I will be there soon," Morgan promised.

Emily nodded, obediently, as she walked out of the kitchen and started up the stairs. When Emily's steps faded, Morgan finally allowed himself to breathe. Grabbing a sponge from the cabinet under the sink, he soaked it and started wiping away the bloodstain on the floor from Will, knowing that Emily wouldn't want to see it when she woke up.

Halfway through the scrubbing there was a frantic knock on the door. Morgan hesitated slightly before standing up and walking towards the door. Who would come visiting Emily at this hour?

Looking through the peephole, Morgan couldn't help the anger coursing through his body.

With that same anger, he threw the door open to reveal his blonde colleague. "What the hell are you doing here?"