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You can hate me, I'd totally understand if you do. Things have been crazy lately but I'm back and you will finally know what happened to Emily! Okay I'll let you read now...

Chapter 7

*Present day* "I've let you down when you needed me the most. How will I ever be able to forgive myself for what happened to you?"

Slowly, his mind crawled out of darkness. Derek moved his hand up to his throbbing head and tried to rub the dizziness away. He struggled to get up, his body too stubborn to obey him. He plopped back down as a feeling of nausea overtook him. He mumbled few swearing under his breath for not being able to stand properly. He leaned his palm against a tree to help him up, he teetered a little but managed to keep himself up.

Derek took a look at his surroundings. He remembered he'd came with Prentiss, and that they'd walked to a one-room cabin, then he had been knocked unconscious. Derek quickly spotted the cabin few meters away.

"Prentiss?" He called for his partner without getting any response in return. The woods were too silent.

Derek couldn't shake the uneasy feeling off of his head. He headed back to the cabin and took a look inside and out. No sign of Prentiss nor the suspect. Had the suspect also knocked her unconscious somewhere in these woods? He tried to call her name few more times but, only wind brushing through leaves responded him back. Derek instinctively reached for his belt, and touch his glock then his cell phone. He snapped it off of his belt and glanced at it. No signal. Just as Morgan pocketed his phone back, he heard a detonation echoing through the eerie calm of the woods. A moment later he had completely recovered from his blow at the head and was running as fast as he could in the direction of the sudden noise. He shouted his friend's name a couple of times during his run, but again no one answered back.

A speck of bright white from the corner of his eye caught his attention and he snapped his head to the left to see what it was. He first thought of a flashlight, but as he walked closer, he noticed the light came from a phone screen. Emily's phone. Just as he took the phone, he saw it. A woman laying on the ground still. He closed his eyes as his first thought was Emily, but Derek leaned closer and noticed the blonde locks covering the woman's face. He breathed a slight sigh of relief, though he wasn't less worried. Emily was still out of sight.

His attention was drawn back to the phone in his hands as he heard a voice sounding through the device. He brought it to his ear and immediately recognized the voice.

"Hotch?"

"Derek?" Hotch's voice echoed in his ear. "What happened? Is Prentiss okay?"

"I don't know, she's not with me." He paused and leaned down to place two fingers on the blonde's neck. "I got Paige and I think she got shot."

"Is she alive?"

"Yes, but barely. Hotch, you gotta hurry man, that son of a bitch knocked me out and I can't find Prentiss."

"We're on our way, Morgan. Keep looking for Prentiss, she might not be very far from you."

"Got you, Hotch!"

As he went to pocket Prentiss's phone back, he felt his own buzzing. He snapped it off and checked the screen. Garcia. He pushed a button and answered her, "Baby Girl, I'm sorry but it's not a very good time right now!"

"Oh thank god, you're alive!" She greeted him back. "What have you been thinking Derek Morgan? I've been trying to reach you for an half hour and the only thing I had was this little red dot on your gps's vehicle. I couldn't even track your phone! What happened? Are you with Emily?"

Morgan squeezed his eyes shut and sighed. He ran his hand on his bald scalp and said, "feeling better?" When he heard her answering by the positive, he resumed, "It was probably one of these dead spots." He paused again as he took another look around. "Listen, I'm fine, but something happened and... I have to find her." He knew Garcia wanted to know more but she also knew his time was counted. She asked him to bring her back home as he promised her, "I will, Baby Girl. I will."

No he wouldn't. He didn't knew it at that time. He couldn't. The case was bad enough, but he wasn't prepared for what was about to come.

He kneeled down next to Paige's body to check her pulse again. She was fine. He rose his head and stared into the darkness, as if Emily would miraculously appear in front of him. He knew he couldn't leave that girl alone, but he would never forgive himself if anything happened to Emily. He was torn between making sure the girl was alive and safe or looking for his partner and saving her.

The decision was taken pretty fast when a whimper coming from a familiar voice echoed to his ears. Standing up, he turned trying to figure where the sound had come from. Those damn wood could be tricky when it came to locate a noise. Was it on his left or right?

"Emily?!" He shouted as loud as he could and waited for an answer.

He heard his name being called in a high-pitched scream and decided to leave the girl to go rescue his partner. He still wasn't sure where the shriek had come from and had to call her several times as her voice guided him through the dense wood.

He stopped his run abruptly when he saw a man, who had his back turned from him and had a firm grip on his colleague. He carefully unholstered his glock and trained it towards the UnSub.

"It's over! Let her go or I'll shoot!" He said with anger and determination.

The man turned around, revealing his face. Morgan dropped his weapon to the man's knees and stared him in complete awe. His eyes then wandered to Emily and he noticed that one of her arm was soaked in blood.

"Prentiss!" He called her worriedly as his gaze wandered to her arm to her eyes.

"Another step and she's dead!" The barrel of the gun firmly pressed against Emily's temple.

Morgan aimed his weapon at the man in front of him. "It's over Richardson! Drop your weapon!" The profiler said with a voice filled with both anger and fear. "Are you okay?" His gaze directed to his partner.

"Yeah" she breathed. Her widened eyes bore into his look and subtly nodded her head as if to give him the approbation to make a move.

As Morgan took a step forward, Richardson took two step backwards. "You really want her dead, do you?!" Richardson spat angrily. "I knew I should've knocked you harder, that would have given me the time to take care of that bitch!" He lowered the gun to Prentiss injured arm and pressed the barrel against her wound. The brunette winced in pain and couldn't help but let out a groan at the painful contact.

Morgan watched the scene as he felt his blood boiling under his skin. He moved forward, his gun aimed still at the detective. He really had to keep his things together to not put a bullet into the man's head but, the possibility that he could also hurt his friend prevented him from doing it. He watched as Richardson took a few steps back again and shot few looks behind him. A grin appeared on the detective's face and made Morgan frowned incredulously. It took few seconds for the profiler to understand why Richardson suddenly seemed more confident. He wasn't about to shoot her, no. The detective had a better idea, and Derek knew he wouldn't surrender. Behind them was a ravine, and a deep one. Morgan widened his eyes understanding what Richardson intended to do.

"Don't do that, Bill!" He shouted threateningly as fear crossed his gaze at the possibility of losing his partner.

Prentiss struggled against the detective's hold and tried to see why Morgan suddenly seemed scared. She turned her head the most she could and saw the reason why Morgan was so tense, a ravine. One that she was dangerously too close to. Only a few steps back and they would both fall.

She looked up at Morgan and waited as if she wanted him to do something. She didn't want to break eye contact with him, it secured her somehow. She watched her partner slowly moving forward towards them, gun aimed at their direction. Her heartbeat seemed to increase as she dangerously approached the edge.

Prentiss knew Morgan couldn't fire his weapon as long as he didn't have a clear shot but, she also knew that if no move was made in the next seconds, she would be falling off that ravine.

"Do it, Morgan!" She said at her partner.

"I can't do that! I can't."

Richardson hide himself behind Prentiss to prevent an attempt of being shot by Morgan. Emily positioned her body, ready for what would come.

"DO IT, MORGAN!" She repeated in a shout.

Unwillingly, Morgan tightened his finger around the trigger and fired. The blast deafened him few seconds as he watched the trajectory of the bullet. The small projectile perforated through Emily's chest before lodging into Richardson's.

The impact made them backed away dangerously towards the ravine. Bill's foot stumbled upon a root and found himself flying backwards. He dragged the brunette with him in his fall. Morgan, in view of the horrible that was happening before his eyes, hurried to catch her. Too late. She was falling freely. Branches and roots scratched and bruised her body as she rolled uncontrollably deeper into the ravine.

Morgan let out a scream as he stretched out his hand for Emily. Devastation filled him and for a moment he didn't know what to do. He had made a mistake. He should've done something else. It was his fault. He watched as his friend's body connected several times with hard surfaces. He felt his pulse raged at his temples as his face was froze in awe.

"What have I done..."

She wanted to scream but no sound escaped her. Her left side took the shock of the landing. As her feet connected with the uneven field, the pressure was too much and she felt her kneecap exploded sending an excruciating pain through her leg. And if it wasn't enough, she landed hard on the side Morgan had shot her.

It wasn't supposed to happen like this. Something must've gone wrong. Morgan missed the shot. Otherwise, Richardson would've been instantly dead, but she couldn't be mad at him. She didn't have the strength to be.

Everything around her came to her hears into distorted sounds, as shapes were only a vague blur to her eyes. The unbearable pain enfolded her being into an uneasy and familiar sensation. The feeling you felt when life was sucked out of your own body. Then the cold that wrapped her, sent uncontrollable shivers through her limbs, though she wasn't moving. She lay still on her back, as she fought all her might to keep her eyes open.

The concussion she'd earned from her fall win over her as Emily slowly let her mind waltzed into darkness land...

Ah! Sorry couldn't help myself to stop on a cliffhanger. At least you know what happened to Emily, I mean the accident. What's going to happen after? Guess you'll have to wait the next chapter, which is already in writing progress so it shouldn't take too long!