a/n Thanks sooooo much for the reviews and love for this story! I'm reallly glad everyone likes it. For now I'm not planning on it being a derek/emily story, but if lots and lots of people review and say they want derek/emily…well i'll def think about it :)

Enjoy!

It's Friday night and she's all alone

He's a million miles away

she's dressed to kill the tv's on

he's connected to the sound

and he's got pictures on the wall

of all the girl's he's loved before

and she knows all his favourite songs

We had taken separate cars home, so when I arrived back at Rob's place, he was already there, inside, sitting on the couch. I had been staying at his place a lot, because he really didn't like the idea of me being home alone.

"Hi, honey," I said softly as I walked in the door. I put my keys and purse on the table, and I took off my shoes.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" He asked irritably.

"Uhm, yes, it was nice to visit my friends like that," I said thinking carefully of my words, "Did you like everybody?" I asked, gingerly sitting down next to him on the couch.

"Not really," He said honestly. Of course that would be what he was honest about.

"Oh…why not?" I asked. I did genuinely want to know.

"Well the black guy-" He began.

"Derek," I said quietly.

"Whatever. He's a tool. A real player. Calling every one in the whole damn bar 'honey'," Rob said rolling his eyes, "And I think he pays too much attention to you," Rob said angrily.

"We're friends, Rob, nothing more," I said quickly, assuringly.

"You don't think he would take you away from me if he could?" Rob said angrily, standing up.

Yes. "No! Rob please, stop this. I don't wanna fight," I said quickly.

"And that blonde whore!" Rob yelled, "What the hell was she talking to you about!" He was so angry.

"She's not a whore, Robert. She's my friend! They all are. And I don't appreciate you being rude to them and saying these awful things about them!" I yelled. I knew I shouldn't have, but I couldn't control myself.

"Don't be a bitch!" He yelled at me and he slapped me in the face.

"Stop it Rob! Stop it!" I yelled at him. I could take care of myself.

"Don't talk to me like that, Emily!" He yelled. He punched me harder. I fell to the ground. I felt the warm, crimson blood, drip down my face. I could taste the metallic taste of blood in my mouth, too. I saw his foot start to come.

"STOP! I'm pregnant, Rob!" I cried before he could kick me. That made him stop. I thanked god that it made him stop.

"You're a lousy bitch," He spat at me. He walked to the fridge grabbed a beer, and walked away, leaving me on the floor, crying and in pain, where I fell asleep.

A few hours later I woke up and pulled myself off the floor. I didn't want to sleep in the same bed with Rob at that moment, so I grabbed a blanket out of the closet and slept on the couch. I had to take care of my baby. I had to leave him, but at the same time, I couldn't.

At 8:30am, I woke up. I would be late if I didn't hurry. I gently tiptoed into the room where Rob was still asleep. He would be hungover when he woke up. I saw the several empty bottles of beer lying on the floor. He would be asleep for a while. I grabbed a pair of black slacks and a blue v neck shirt. It was long sleeves, so that would cover up the bruise on my wrist.

I went into the bathroom to get dressed. I was so afraid to look into the mirror. Once I was dressed I slowly looked into the mirror. My face was badly bruised already, and my lip had some dried blood around it. I began the familiar routine. I took a wash cloth and began gently wiping away the blood. Then I applied make up to cover up the bruises.

Finally, I finished and I walked into the kitchen. I had to apologise to Rob, but I had to leave. So I left him a note on the table.

Rob,

I'm sorry for last night. I promise I'll make it up to you tonight.

Love,

Emily.

It made me sick that I signed it love, but I did love him, a little…

I got to work a few minutes before being considered 'late'.

"There she is," Derek said laughing. I wasn't laughing. I was tired, and in pain. All of a sudden, I felt the morning sickness come on. I walked quickly to the bathroom. JJ saw me and followed.

I threw up into the toilet. I felt JJ's hand pull my hair back and rub my back.

I stood back up when I was done, and walked out of the stall to the mirror. JJ wet a paper towel and helped me wipe my face. As she wiped, I knew the make up was coming off.

"You ok?" JJ asked me.

"Thank you, Jayje," I said softly. Then she saw the bruise, and the cut on my lip.

"Emily," She murmured.

"JJ, please…I know," I said quietly.

"He's hitting you," She whispered.

"You think I don't know that?" I snapped. A tear rolled down my face.

"Emily, you have to-" JJ began, but I caught her of.

"There's a lot I have to do, but he's the father of my child. And I love him," I said quietly.

"No, Emily, hon," JJ began.

"JJ, stop. Don't say anything, please. Don't tell any one. Especially not Hotch…or Derek…or Garcia…or…just don't tell any one," I said.

"Emily-" JJ tried again.

"No. No, JJ," I said firmly, "Promise me," I said.

"Ok…I promise," JJ said reluctantly. I exited the bathroom and she followed. JJ looked at Derek sadly. I saw her.

"JJ, " I whispered.

"I know, Em," She whispered back.

"No, JJ, my makeup," I hissed. What if they saw something.

"Come to my office," JJ said quickly. I knew that the whole team was staring at me and JJ.

"Emily," Derek said.

"I'll be right back," I said quickly without turning to see him.

After JJ and I had reapplied my makeup, JJ said to me, "Be careful, Em."

"I will," I said nodding, "Thank you," I whispered. I walked out of her office and to my desk, where the day would begin. I was in pain. It would be a long day.