Killers can seem smart when you can't figure out who they are. - Pat Brown
Corey was a very bad insomniac. He spent hours wandering around the house. Quite a few times he gave up and watched Emilie sleep. This kid, Reid or whatever the Hell his name was got to him.
Corey had been walking around the old house for a while. It was big, with about three floors. The rooms were dusty. Emilie did clean 'em every once in a while, but Corey preferred to leave them as they were.
Flopping down on the couch, he turned on the news. It was 1 am, but he knew that the news played at this time sometimes. The same blonde woman came on to the screen, her eyes sad. They had the same dark circles his had. Was she an insomniac too?
"If anyone has any information…" she said. Blah blah blah.
Corey had heard that speech a thousand times. He stretched out his fingers, not even wincing at the sharp pain it caused. Emilie was asleep. That boy was still knocked out. Corey chuckled. He didn't mean to knock him out that bad. His eye had swelled up before Corey even left the basement.
Stretching as he stood, Corey decided to go back to the lake. He went there a lot more now than he used to. Reid probably wouldn't wake up tonight, he was too out of it.
For once, Corey didn't slam the door as he left. Even if he couldn't sleep at all didn't mean Emilie shouldn't be allowed too.
Emilie herself wasn't actually asleep. She lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling and listening to Corey mumble to himself. He doesn't realize that he does. He's done it for a long time. But he just doesn't seem to hear himself.
Corey had insomnia for a long time, even when they were young. Before they left the orphanage he had tablets for it because the people looking after them were so concerned.
Getting out of bed, Emilie grabbed an ice pack from the fridge. Corey bought it before, saying it was in case she hurt herself but so far he was the only one who used it, and that was very rare.
Emilie tiptoed down to the basement, wincing at every creaky step.
"Reid," she whispered.
"Emilie?"
Surprisingly he was awake. He had been extremely quiet. Normally you could hear him move around on the bed. But it seemed he was able to stay still longer than she thought. She jumped on his bed, happy to see he was awake.
"Reid, I'm going to help you," she whispered.
Although Reid trusted Emilie, he was unsure. Only a day or two ago she was completely dedicated to Corey, certain that he couldn't help himself when it came to killing. Emilie watched Reid, biting her lip when she noticed his eye. It was black around it, with a painful red at the edge.
"Here," she smiled, handing him the ice pack. He took it, and groaned when it touched his sore eye.
"Thanks Emilie."
"I got the number." As Emilie said it, she pulled out a note with letters scribbled on it for proof.
Reid blinked, and realized he knew the numbers. They were the ones that JJ put on the TV so people could contact them. His mind had slowed down a little, and his whole head throbbed.
"I'm going to call Jennifer-," Emilie continued.
"JJ, just call her JJ."
"JJ," Emilie smiled. "I'll call her."
Reid was unsure. That feeling in his stomach told him it was a bad idea, but he said nothing. Emilie would've panicked, messed up and Corey would find out all about it. He didn't think Corey could even control himself or think properly when he was mad.
"I'll be right back Reid…," Emilie smiled, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. Something told Reid that Emilie was actually a very quirky kind of kid. Corey probably tried to suppress that.
Emilie grinned, though her stomach was in knots. When she left the basement, she allowed her panic to show. Reid could die. She could die.
She picked up the old phone by the counter top on the kitchen. It was the old ones, that you spun around to get to a certain number. Corey liked old fashion things. So did Emilie. She listened to old songs from the 40s with Corey a lot. Thinking the music would calm her, she put down the phone and turned on an old song called "Oh Johnny".
Picking the phone back up, Emilie typed in the number, and took a deep breath. She was sweating a little, from the fear of being caught trying to help Reid. Her breath quickened, and she sang along to the song.
All the girls are crazy about a certain little lad
Although he's very very bad
He could be oh so good when he wanted to
.*.*.*.
JJ sat at her desk, looking through files. Garcia hadn't found anything on her computer, and the only thing they had was Reid's smashed up phone. They didn't even have a video tape of what happened to Reid.
Morgan was stressed, the whole team was.
"Hey JJ," a voice called.
JJ looked up, seeing Garcia at her office door. "Yes?"
"There's a phone call…about Reid."
JJ was out of her seat in seconds, running down the steps to where the rest of the BAU stood. JJ picked up the phone, putting in on loud speaker. Garcia prepared to trace it.
The only sound in the BAU was some music. It wasn't too loud, but JJ hadn't heard music like it in a while.
Bad or good he understood about love & other things
For every girl in town followed him around
just to hold his hand and sing
"Hello?" JJ said. "I'm-."
"You're JJ. He told me."
"Who told you? May I ask you name?"
"I'm Emilie Robinson. And R-Reid told me."
JJ gripped the phone. "Emilie, where are you?"
Garcia's loud typing was the only noise once again, with the music still softly playing in the background. Emilie took a breath, and all the team leaned forward, panicking for Reid.
"Reid is hurt, my brother…he got mad and-…"
"Emilie."
The voice made everyone freeze. This was her brother, JJ could tell. Hotch glanced at JJ, noticing she was wide-eyed. Morgan gripped the edge of his desk without realizing.
That voice told them this guy wasn't someone to mess with.
.*.*.*.
"Emilie."
Her whole frame froze, still clutching the phone. The other end was quiet, listening to her. Emilie turned slowly, not letting go of the phone.
"C-Corey," she whispered.
"Why did you do that? Did that…did Reid tell you too? Because you know that you are as guilty as I am," Corey hissed, walking up to her.
"Emilie, can you quickly tell me where you are, please?" JJ begged from the other line.
Corey gripped Emilie's wrist, grabbing the phone. He glanced at it, hearing JJ. "No. She can't."
Emilie's eyes filled with tears, and she tried to push Corey's hand from her wrist but nothing worked.
Corey let go, throwing the phone against the wall with a crash.
Emilie took her chance, running towards the front door.
"You can't run Emilie. You know that," Corey hissed.
Oh of course she knew that.
Oh Johnny! Please tell me dear
What makes me love you so?
You're not handsome it is true
But when I look at you
I just, Oh, Johnny!
Well, whatcha think? I listened to Oh Johnny and Welcome Home, the song from the Nikon ad as I wrote it so I hope you like it :P Do you think Emilie should've called JJ? Or just let Corey hurt Reid, eh? :D Review! 3