Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or any of the characters on the show.

Warnings: This story will contain rape, a cursing.

I stare up at the white ceiling of the hospital room and wait until my breathing calms down. Just admitting that I was raped caused a massive panic attack, so much so, that the nurses had to usher my team out. I truly didn't want them to leave; they were a comforting presence. I do understand why the nurses thought they needed to go. They probably figured that they all upset me or something along those lines. Yet, it is funny, because they didn't distress me at all. It was actually nice to tell them; I mean not that it was nice to tell people that I was raped, but it was a relief; like a huge weight lifted, because they all needed to know. Thankfully, I got it over with quickly and relatively painlessly.

Now, however, I am alone and wishing that I wasn't. It's quite weird actually; I, Emily Prentiss, wanting not to be alone. I shouldn't need such trivial things, like the comfort of company to make me feel better, or I should say, safer of some sort. I am the queen of compartmentalizing; this, I should be able to push aside. Yet, I don't think it will be that easy; now, at least, I know that the team knows so I won't have to deal with this by myself. I don't think I want to anyway.

"Doctor, I want my team back here now," I stated this in a way that was not up for debate. It looked as if he wanted to argue but thought better of it when I gave him the look; the one that said, "Buddy do as I say or else." He then turned around and walked out of the room. I didn't think he listened to me, because my team did not wander in as I thought they would.

Five minutes later, though, each one strolled into my room. I sighed contently and sort of smiled at them all. I think they know that I need them here, but thankfully they wisely say nothing. They just sit down in the chairs provided by the staff of the hospital and wait patiently for me to talk. Yet, I don't know what to even say to them all. So I just try to break the tension by being my blunt self and asking, "I feel like complete crap. Anyone know when I can get the hell out of here?"

I watch them stare at me in bemusement. JJ, well, she is the one that first answers my question by stating, "Well, Em, not really sure but you're probably stuck here for a day or so."

I look at her with incredulously in my face and say, "Are you kidding me! That's ridiculous; I don't need to be in here for a couple days!"

Each one winces at the volume that my voice just took. I feel slightly bad, but now at least they know how I feel on the matter of me spending unnecessary time in this wretched place. It's true; I don't need to spend any time here. Hook me up with some pain-killers and let me be on my way. It's not like I haven't ever been beat; it's usually worse than this too. I, though, have never been raped; well, I mean, if you think about it, I kind of was. Emily didn't want sex but Lauren did. Lauren craved it because that was what her lover wanted. Stop; Emily, don't go down that road again; Lauren is dead and that bastard you were targeting is now in jail. Besides, the team can't know about that anyway. That part of my life is dead, buried and classified. Snap out of those thoughts and focus on the problem at hand; my current woes.

Morgan was the one that broke me out of my silence by saying, "Princess, I know you don't want to stay here but you might have to. Your doctor isn't gonna let you leave until he is confident that you can go home."

"Derek, I have been in worse shape and haven't stayed in a hospital. I should be able to leave. I just want to go home and sleep in my bed. Not in a cold room that is just going to remind me of why I'm here," I stated

"I'm going to see what I can do about getting you released earlier than planned," Dave gently said. I just watched him as he left the room. Although, each person was speaking gently, I know that they do not have gentle thoughts. They were angry, furious, enraged, and well any other adjectives one could think of.

Five minutes later, Dave, came back in with my doctor. I went to speak but was cut off by my doctor saying, "Agent Prentiss, I understand you wish to leave but I don't think that is the wisest of choices right now. You can leave but you will be in quite a bit of pain. Of course, pain-killers are an option; they may not be enough though. That is my worry."

I thought about this for a minute before stating, "Doctor, I do understand your concerns but I have been injured a lot worse and have not been hospitalized over-night. I think that the pain-killers will be enough. I'm ready to go home now. "

I watched as the doctor nodded to me and wordlessly left to go get my discharge papers. I, deep down, know that I made the right choice in discharging myself and going home. Sleep is what I need and that wasn't going to happen in this god-forsaken hospital room.

After I signed the papers, I see Reid rolling the wheelchair over to the bed. I give him the, "I don't need that damn thing look;" he just rolls his eyes and pointedly stares at me. I sigh and comply because I don't have the energy to really fight him on the matter. He wheels me to the doors, and I see three BAU cars waiting for us. Hotch, and Dave are sharing one, JJ is in one, and Morgan is in the other. I assume, Reid is going with Morgan, so I can only imagine that I'm going with JJ. Reid, like a true gentle-man, helps me out of the chair and into the passage seat of JJs car.

I get myself all buckled up, and shut the door. JJ, turns the car on and, almost like a funeral precession, we follow the two cars in front of us. Looking to my side, I see JJ start to open and close her mouth. Knowing that she wants to say something, I just wait patiently for her to.

I wait and wait until finally, she says….

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