Chapter 10

JJ's eyes were wide when Morgan opened the door. Her eyes first caught his bloody shirt and then she registered the anger. His voice was raised and his eyes had darkened.

"I..." JJ started, completely caught of guard. "How's Emily?"

Morgan let out a scoff, "Now you care about her, huh? She told you what he had done and you wouldn't believe her."

"He's my husband. He told me they had an affair," JJ tried to defend herself.

"Did you really think that little of your best friend? Emily might be prepared to forgive you, but I sure as hell ain't."

"I came here to see Emily," JJ ignored his harsh words. "Can I come in at least? So we don't disturb the neighbors?"

"The hell you can. I don't want you anywhere near her. I don't want her to get more hurt than she already is."

"Please, I'm sorry... I couldn't have known," JJ tried.

"But she told you. You could've believed her. We both know how hard it is for Emily to open up and when she finally did, her best friend didn't believe her. Do you know what that did to her? Huh? Do you?"

JJ looked down to her feet, "Yeah. I just want to make this right," JJ pleaded, looking up again to meet Morgan's eyes. "Please let me come in to talk to her."

Morgan sighed, irritably, as he opened the door wider to let the blonde in. JJ hesitated for a moment before she stepped inside. Her heartbeat was increasing as she walked through the apartment to the kitchen.

Gulping, her eyes were drawn to the bloody spot Derek was in the process to scrub away. There was no sign of Emily however.

"Where is she?" JJ dared to ask.

"I told her to go to bed," Morgan told her.

JJ nodded. "What happened here?"

"You sure you wanna know?" Morgan asked, still some anger in his voice.

"I need to. I had decided to spend the night at Reid's, but I went home to... To confront him. He arrived home all beaten up and he couldn't meet my eyes. I know I was horrible..."

"Damn right you were! If you would've have just listened to her he wouldn't have come here tonight! When I came..." Morgan paused, taking a deep breath. "He was raping her. She was fucking tied to the kitchen table and he was raping her from behind."

"Oh God." JJ's hand flew to her mouth as tears started rolling down her cheeks.

"It wasn't the first time it happened," Morgan continued. "He's done it four times and we didn't stop it."

JJ shook her head, "Has she gone to the hospital?" JJ met his eyes.

"No, she doesn't want to," Morgan sighed.

"Derek, it doesn't matter what she wants. If he raped her..."

"Not 'if'! He did rape her," Morgan snapped at her.

"I know, I'm sorry," JJ apologized quickly. "He did and she needs to get help. They need to take a look at her."

"Be my guest and try to persuade her," Morgan gestured towards the stairs.

JJ looked at where Morgan motioned, scared about what Emily would think about seeing her after everything she said. Morgan did say that Emily might have forgiven her, but JJ probably wouldn't have if she was in Emily's place. How bad had Will hurt her if she was so quick to forgive? JJ wasn't sure if she dared to see her friend like that.

She felt guilty for letting it happen. Both the first and the last. She knew now that he had raped her at their house the first time. In the room right next to her own.

It made JJ sick to her stomach. Her husband had raped her best friend with his family on the other side of the wall.

"Thought so," Morgan snapped her out of her thoughts and she realized that she actually hadn't moved yet. "You should leave."

"No, I'm sorry, I..." JJ paused to try to swallow her nerves. "How does she look?"

"Not like the Emily we all know. She tried to be strong and put up a facade, like everything she's gone through doesn't bother her." Morgan shook his head.

JJ let out a shaky breath, "I'll go talk to her then."

"If you upset her I WILL kick you out of here," Morgan warned and JJ only nodded before leaving the kitchen.

Slowly, she walked upstairs, her senses on high alert. The first thing she heard was the shower running and JJ silently cursed Morgan for letting Emily wash the DNA away.

As far as she knew Will wasn't her husband anymore and she wanted him to pay for what he did. More than what Morgan had done to him. He deserved to rot in prison.

When JJ opened the bedroom door, she was met by darkness. The door to the bathroom was closed, but JJ still walked up to it, leaning her head against the wooden surface and releasing a shaky breath. She wanted to enter, but could she really evade Emily's privacy like that?

No, she couldn't. Backing away from the door, she sat down on the bed, oblivious to the blood stains on the sheets and the fact that just the previous night Will had raped her best friend there.

Sobs were wrecking her body as the strays of water hit her body. She couldn't believe it was over. Ever since it begun she'd had such a hard time keeping it all together, but tonight when Morgan found her and how he found her made it so much harder. She'd managed to keep

It in while talking to Morgan since he deserved to know, but as soon as she stepped into the shower, in her own privacy, she had let all of it out. The tears were mixing with the water as if she wasn't even crying. At least that's what she wanted to believe, but there was no way to hide how much she was shaking and the endless feeling of wanting to throw up.

She wondered slightly where Will had run off too. If JJ would see him like that she'd probably rethink her accusations.

She couldn't help that her thoughts went too JJ and how she would feel when she found out, because the truth would come out sooner or later. Maybe Morgan was right. Maybe she shouldn't be so to quick to forgive.

Emily slid down to the tiled floor, her hands going up through her hair.

And maybe she should go to a hospital too. Emily was sure that if she went to a doctor they would still be able to determent what had happened even after this shower. The constant pain in her nether parts told her something was torn. But still she refused to show her partner how much it hurt to even walk.

Feeling the sobs finally subside, she stood up again on shaky legs and turned the shower off. She grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her battered body as she stepped out. Emily's eyes were still red when she looked at herself in the mirror. The last thing she wanted was for Morgan to see her like this.

Emily had to scoff at her thought. Her tears were nothing compared to what he had walked in on. How could he ever look at her the same way? He'd witnessed her in her most vulnerable state. It was humiliating.

Taking a deep breath, Emily finally decided to exit the bathroom.

As she stepped out the first she saw was her colleague, but not the one she had expected. First she got startled, but then she just walked straight past the blonde, heading for her dresser to find clean clothes.

"I wouldn't sit on that bed if I was you," Emily murmured as she passed the blonde and she could hear the other woman stand up quickly.

Pulling out a drawer, Emily rummaged through her underwear to find a pair of panties.

"You shouldn't have showered," JJ said, gently.

"I didn't want him all over me," Emily said quietly as she struggled to get her underwear on without dropping her towel.

JJ looked away momentarily as if not to invade Emily's privacy more than she already had.

"We should talk," JJ said.

"Then talk," Emily told the blonde who's gaze immediately shot down to her feet.

"Can I turn the lights on?"

"One moment," Emily said and JJ waited patiently for Emily to finish getting dressed.

This time Emily didn't bother to put on a turtleneck to hide her bruises. The blonde clearly knew what was going on or she wouldn't be there.

When Emily turned the light on JJ couldn't help the gasp that escaped her lips at the sight of the brunette. Her usually pale skin was covered with bruises in various placed. Her neck, face and arms.

"I'm so sorry," JJ said, shaking her head as new tears welled up in her eyes. "I should have believed you when you told me. I never... I didn't want to believe Will could do something like this."

"I know." Emily nodded. "It's okay. I understand."

"Don't say that. It's not okay. Not at all. I could've kept it from happening again. If only I hadn't been so blue-eyed."

"You can't be sure it would've stopped," Emily mentioned. "It could've still continued when he wouldn't have to worry about you."

"I want him behind bars," JJ told Emily, firmly. "He shouldn't be able to walk as a free man after what he did. Let me take you to the hospital so we get proof."

"No," Emily said, her voice trying to be steady. "Do you know what the doctors would do? Where they would check? They would stick things..." Emily didn't finish that sentence, a shudder running through her body.

"What if you have diseases? If he couldn't make it without sex he has probably gone to hookers too.."

Emily shook her head and looked down, "No, he said he hadn't had sex in 4 months. I don't think he'd lie about that to me."

"What about pregnant?" JJ brought up.

Emily had only briefly thought about the possibly, not wanting to believe that she could be pregnant with her friend's husband's child.

"Please, I know you want him to go away for what he did."

"I just want to forget," Emily whispered, showing her weaker side.

"If that was true, you would have changed the sheets already," JJ motioned to the bed, not showing how disgusted she was by the fact that she had sat on that bed earlier. Emily quietly started picking her nails. "Exactly! You know it too."

"Does the team have to know?"

"Reid already does," JJ stated. "And if we go to the hospital, Hotch as your unit chief needs to know you're hurt."

Emily let go of her fingernails and looked up to the blonde, her face straight as she was trying to not show what she was feeling.

"Okay," Emily sighed. "Let's go."

A/N Was this where I left you guys? I think it was! You will get the new chapter too of course:)