Lights! Camera! Action!

Last chapter was unfortunately not a dream. Sorry :( . But it was still in the past and since now you know pretty much what happened, now it is time to let you know what is going to happen next. I am really excited for you to read this chapter. Last was short and this one is also very short. I updated as fast as I could. I didn't notice until now that this story was going to be pretty dark, but I hope you're enjoying it! Happy reading!

Chapter 9

*PRESENT DAY*

A week had passed since the funerals. Considering the prior events, Strauss had given them the week off. JJ spent her few days off with her boys, cherishing all the moments. She'd tried her best to feel like everything was back to normal, but she wasn't as good as Emily to compartmentalize. Every little moment she'd found herself alone, she thought about her. It was hard not to. Sometimes, she'd surprised herself crying alone in her bathroom under the sound of the water filling up her bathtub. A week had passed, and they were all about to go back to work tomorrow morning. Well, not all of them. Someone would be missing. Emily wouldn't be among them. When she slipped under her blankets and let herself wrapped in Will's arms, her phone buzzed, forcing herself to get up. As she glanced the ID caller, a frown appeared on her face.

"Jarreau." She listened to the voice on the other side before adding, "I'm on my way."

Reid had spent his few days, burying his head in books and movies. All the ones that reminded him of her. Her favorites, the ones they'd watched together, even those he heard her talked about. Garcia had came over few times to see how he was doing. She had tried to change his mind a little, but even her was completely submerged by memories of Emily. A week had passed since the funeral, and neither Spencer or Penelope knew how tomorrow would be like; Without Emily, for sure. Just as Penelope was getting ready to leave Reid's appartment, her phone rang. When Spencer saw her incredulous face he went to check the ID caller, but few seconds later his phone buzzed as well and understood why his friend had made that face.

"...We'll be there asap!" They said in unison before hanging their phone.

Rossi had decided to get back to writing. With everything that had happened for the past week, he needed to get it all off his chest. He had locked himself into his manor, and only went out to visit Hotch in the middle of the week. The dark haired supervisor had called him from his office to talk about what he should do now that the case was over. Not that he needed any help to fill in his reports, but he did need some advice from a friend. Other than his quick visit to Hotch, Rossi had stayed at his place, writing. A week had passed since the funerals, and tomorrow he would have to go back to work. He knew that at the time, everyone else was probably thinking about how tomorrow would be. Everyone, but Emily. Rossi walked up to his table where the bottle of scotch was and poured himself a drink. When he got back to his computer his phone rang. Checking the ID caller, he stared at it few seconds before answering,

"Hello..." As he listened, his frown got deeper. "I'm on my way."

Hotch had spent most of his time with his son. But he had decided to go to his office on Wednesday, finalizing his latest case's report. He couldn't bring himself to finish it though. What was he supposed to do with all this? Normally, he wouldn't even have to ask himself that question. But the situation was different here, was it? His judgement was too affected and he couldn't think clearly. A part of him wanted to blame Morgan, but the other part knew that Morgan wasn't the one to blame. At least not for everything. He needed someone who would enlightened his thoughts. So he picked the phone and dialed Rossi's number. They had talked about different possibilities, but in Hotch's head the decision was taken. He would get Morgan transferred to the New York FBI Field Office. He stayed with his son the rest of the week. Now a week had passed since the funerals and tomorrow everyone would get back to their life. Everyone but Emily. Just as he left his son's bedroom, his cell phone buzzed in his pocket. A worried frowned appeared as he looked the ID screen.

"...Yes, this is agent Hotchner..." The voice spoke few seconds then Hotch squeezed his eyes shut before adding, "I'll be there in 20."

Tormented by nightmares, Morgan had barely slept. That week was supposed to be for rest and recuperation, but not for him. His friends had called several times to check up on him, but he hadn't answered. He didn't want to be bothered. He wished he could see her eyes again, her smile. He wished he could hear her voice once more. Wiping the few tears he had in the corner of his eyes, Derek unfolded a paper and read it for the hundredth time since the funerals:

Emily,

When I first met you, I didn't know how much you would mean to me. I didn't know how close I would get to you. I didn't know. If I could undone what I can I would, but I can't. I can only hope that this was just a big nightmare. I can only hope that I will wake up and see you at work like it used to be.

I don't know if I'll stop blaming myself for what happened to you one day. I don't know if I'll be able to. Nothing will ever be normal again without you. So I can only hope that I just imagined all this and that everything is fine. That you'll be okay. I want you be okay, more than anything. So please, be okay. I am begging you. You shouldn't be the one paying for my mistakes.

Just tell me that you're okay.

He traced her letter's name with his finger again, E-M-I-L-Y, and folded the paper before hiding it under the pillow.

A week had passed since the funerals and it had been a living hell for Derek, but tomorrow he would have to go back to work. They would have another case where they would have to save other persons, like they always do. But Emily hadn't been saved. He knew he had to get some sleep if he didn't want to look like a zombie tomorrow, but he was too overwhelmed by his thoughts. The ring of his phone broke him out of his thoughts and he stretched his arm to take it. He shot up from his bed as he saw who was calling.

"Agent Morgan..." Derek barely listened to the voice on the other side until he heard those three little words he had been waiting for, 'she woke up'...

And cut! What just happened? Could it be?... I updated a lot faster than usual, but I think it's also the shortest chapter I've ever written. I can't tell the next one will be up as fast, though. I can tell you that there will be some good news, but mostly...there will be bad news. I hope you enjoyed and I'd love to know what you thought!

I am working on the Prisoners' game chapter. I will try to update it this week or next!