Don't forget to read chapters 4 and 5!
Last chapter! Also, before I end this story, I have a quick annoucement:
I'm having a Season Six Finale contest! And you are all invited! Basically, this will be what YOU want to see happen in the Season Six Finale!
Starting Today, April 18 and going until Sunday May 17, 2011, you can write whatever you want to see happen at the end of Season Six. Does Ian Doyle come back? Is there more to Seaver than meets the eye? How does JJ return? Will we discover the source of Reid's headaches?
RULES:
1: All stories MUST be submitted by 12:01 US Central Time on Monday May 18. NO EXCEPTIONS!
2: All stories must be ONE chapter in length; you can continue it once the contest is over.
3: You can submit as many stories as you want, but I'd prefer a total of three per person. That doesn't mean you can simply write three; if you have more ideas, you are welcome to submit them, but be sure to pick only three for judging. (Ex: If you write five, pick three of the five for me to judge, and tell me your decision by 12:01 Central Time)
4: Stories will be judged with a poll on my profile page, that you will be free to vote on, and also by PM if you want, I will notifiy the winner via PM and annouce it here on my profile page.
5: Once you submit your story, send me a PM with the link and I will find it and post it on my profile page.
The prize will be that I'll write a Oneshot or Multi-Chaptered fic of the winner's choice. Any characters, pairings, situations you want (Although if it's sexual in nature, be prepared for situational torture, because I can't write anything sexual in nature to save my life)
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And one last thing...
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The cruelest lies are often told in silence. ~Robert Louis Stevenson
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My body ached. I was groggy, sick, lost….
Pain. I was in pain.
I remembered Boston… The Black Clover… Declan… Doyle…
Doyle!
I gasped, fighting to sit up.
"Easy, Emily," a voice whispered gently and there was a hand on my shoulder.
I knew that voice. I cracked my eyes open.
"JJ?" I whispered hoarsely.
The blonde nodded. "I trust you slept well? How do you feel?"
I sucked air between my teeth. "I feel like I was shot, tied up, branded, kicked around and then stabbed by a table leg. How about you?"
She smiled grimly. "I'll be better once you're on your feet again," she replied gently.
I turned my head to see Clyde leaning against the door, watching me through expressionless eyes. His arms were crossed and one foot was braced against the frame as he leaned back on it while the other supported him on the floor.
I moved my head closer to the other side of the bed, where there was an empty chair. My feverish mind sped up, racing. There should be someone there.
There should be someone from the team there. Hotch. Rossi. Morgan. Seaver. Reid. Garcia. Someone should be there!
"Where are they?" I asked.
I saw JJ's eyes tighten, but she pretended to have not reacted. "Who?"
I glared at her. "You know who," I answered. "The team should be there. Our team, JJ. Don't you remember them? Hotch, Morgan… How about Garcia? Surely you remember Reid, too? You used to call him 'Spence.'"
I felt the bottom of my stomach drop and instantly regretted my words when JJ's eyes filled with tears. Did something happen?
I thought back to my meeting with Ian Doyle, right after we had reunited Sammy Sparks with his mother. How he told me he was basically watching my team, and that he would hurt them if I was to tell them anything about him, Valhalla or Lauren.
Was someone dead? Did someone die because of me?
"Ian Doyle disappeared the night we rescued you, Emily," JJ whispered, snapping me back to the present. "He's in the wind, and we believe that he may be biding his time, looking for another chance to attack."
"So everyone's alright?" I asked. "Rossi, Reid, Garcia and the others… they're alive, right?"
JJ nodded. "But the State department, and Clyde believe that there is a chance that, if Doyle were to return… he could use someone close to you to lure you into bringing Declan out of hiding."
Doyle's words from that night in the park so long ago echoed in my mind again. "Does the lovely Penelope know you're here? I guess she's too busy watching movies with Derek, while Aaron sits at home alone with his son. And why didn't Dave and Ashley invite you to their game night? I guess they thought you'd be on the Metro, with Dr. Reid. Now that one has some quirks."
"Come near my team, and I will end you!"
"…What did you tell them?" I asked.
"They think that you never made it off the operating table; save for me, Clyde and Hotch, the whole world thinks Emily Prentiss died in surgery while at Boston General. Clyde will tell Interpol the news of your death, and then he'll escort you to Europe where I'll meet you at a later date to discuss where we'll go from here."
I couldn't speak for a minute. I was dead. I was dead. Emily Prentiss. Emily Prentiss, the daughter of diplomats, former Interpol agent and member of the elite Behavioral Analysis Unit, was dead.
But my death was being overshadowed. There was one other thing on my mind.
"How did they take it?" I asked. "My death."
"Rossi nearly lost it; he only just kept it together," JJ admitted. "Ashley looked numb; I don't think she believed it at first. Morgan was nearly in tears, and Garcia was crying and was inconsolable." She paused, and I saw tears in her own eyes for a moment. "I don't think I've ever seen Spence cry before, but when I told him, he…" she trailed off, staring at the floor. "He said that he never got a chance to say good-bye, and he… I never want to see him like that again; I almost told him that you weren't dead, just so he would stop."
By now there were tears in my eyes; I had never expected to hear that Spencer Reid had cried; it was like hearing that Morgan liked the color pink, or that Strauss was bringing cookies to the BAU. I couldn't imagine it, and no matter what I did, there was no way for me to see it.
"And… my funeral?" I asked. "When is it?"
"This afternoon," JJ replied, and I noticed that her outfit was a black dress, with her hair pulled into a bun. "I chose Reid and Morgan to be two of your pall bearers; I hope you don't mind."
Actually, I do mind, I wanted to snap. I do mind having to wake up hearing that I'm dead. I do mind having to hear that my friends are crying over a lie. I do mind having to go into hiding until Ian Doyle comes out of hiding so we can catch him.
But I remembered my harsh words from earlier, and stayed silent. Instead, I asked one simple question.
"Can I- I mean, can Emily- come back someday?"
JJ stared at me sadly. "We'll see."
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Paris was beautiful; the lights, the people and the sights. It was everything I had imagined it to be. When I had been here as a child, all I had seen was the fact that it was another city, another posting for her. For me, it had been square one, having to make new friends, prove myself to a new batch of local children, and try to make it through another year of school until my mother was moved again to another city in another country. I had never stopped to marvel at the beauty of the city; it truly was "The City of Lights."
And now I stood in my new apartment, with two new cats and a small cage full of birds. Spencer, the tabby, leapt onto the bookshelf and curled into a ball, purring as he watched me open the envelope JJ had handed me outside the café. His fellow feline, Garcia, a calico, had strayed toward the food dish; I saw her eyeing it hungrily for a moment before turning her dark eyes to me and crying out a sad "meow."
The canaries Derek, Ashley, JJ, Aaron, Jason and David, made soft cooing noises from beneath the sheet I had set upon the cage before going out to meet JJ. I realized that my friend would think me insane if she could see the menagerie inside my new apartment, but I wouldn't care; just because I had accepted the results of Doyle's escape didn't mean I had to live with them. I couldn't have the team know I was alive, but I could surround myself with them.
As JJ had said, there were three passports, all of them with my picture. There were also three birth certificates, three driver's licenses and three bank accounts, each filled with over a million Euros.
I smiled at the first name, Isabella Adair. She was from America, but had lived in Italy most of her life. I set that one aside; it would be useful as an alias, but I had no love for it.
The second name, Ariadne Pond, made me laugh; I remembered the time that Garcia and I had spent an evening at JJ's house watching Inception, which turned into an additional viewing of 500 Days of Summer so Garcia could prove that Tom and Arthur were the same person, before she swore that the man playing Paul was Reid's identical twin cousin, and the many nights Garcia, Kevin, Reid and I would spend at my apartment watching Doctor Who, and the one and only time JJ had joined us was the one time Reid had brought his brand new Sonic Screwdriver, and Kevin had brought his replica Master pocket-watch. There had been a slight… disagreement about who was the better Time Lord and after that, all watches and screwdrivers were banned from our viewing parties. We had just finished watching the newest season together when I had heard about Ian Doyle escaping from prison.
It was the third identity that made me tear up, however. I guess JJ knew that I would still want a reminder of the team with me wherever I went; she might as well have put a small yellow Post-it with the words 'Just for you' on the inside cover of the passport. I silently thanked her for making this identity; if I couldn't be with him, I wanted to have a small part of my friend to keep close.
The name on the passport was Emilia Reid.
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In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do. ~ C.S Lewis
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A/N: And that's it!
**glances at chapter** There is way to much author's note up there!
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