We Have A Situation
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Summary: Emily is exhausted, due to insomnia and given time off. Except no one will give her any peace, while it's approaching Hotch and Emily's anniversary. What will happen?
A/N: And here's the final chapter in this little series.
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"Sleeping is no mean art; for its sake one must stay awake all day." Friedrich Nietzsche
Emily tossed and turned on her pillow, glad that she had shut the blinds before crawling into bed.
'Ugh' Emily thought as she angrily flipped on her left side away from the window ignoring the mid afternoon light.
'Sleep' Emily told her mind 'You sleep now.'
Sighing lightly, Emily felt as though she had been up for a month.
'Please let me sleep' Emily begged her tiring mind, 'Oh come on, mind. Sleep.'
Glancing at the clock, Emily was relieved that she had been given a week off, to catch up on her sleep.
"Never again" Emily muttered to herself "Never go undercover at a sleep clinic."
Emily was majorly pissed off that she was the unfortunate FBI agent that had been chosen to go undercover at a sleep clinic where an unsub was torturing and murdering women with insomnia.
A problem she had but didn't become this severe until after the unsub was caught. Franklin Barrett ruined too many lives.
Closing her eyes, Emily decided to trick her mind into falling asleep, just as she was about to let the sandman sprinkle his bag of dust over her the phone ring.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me" Emily muttered glancing at the ringing offender.
Choosing to ignore it, the phone continued to ring. And ring.
Groaning, Emily picked up the phone and muttered a, "Hello?"
"Oh, Em?" Garcia said apologetically "Were you asleep?"
"Almost" Emily said controlling her anger at the apologetic woman.
"So sorry, Gumdrop" Garcia said "But do you by any chance have..."
"Baby girl" Morgan's voice said "Who are you talking to?"
"Emily" Garcia said.
"What?" JJ said sounding incensed "You're not suppose to disturb her. Hotch's orders."
"What the hell is going on?" Emily said surprised at her own tired voice.
"Emily?" Dave's voice said "Why aren't you asleep?"
"Because someone called me right before I was about to fall asleep." Emily huffed out "What's going on there?"
"Don't worry about it, Princess." Morgan said "We got it handled."
"Got what handled?" Emily said suspiciously "What's going on?"
"We just..." Garcia said "What?"
"What, what?" Emily said "You know I won't be able to sleep until I know what is going on."
"Em" JJ said lightly "Franklin Barrett's escaped."
Emily bolted up from her bed "HE WHAT?"
"Escaped" Dave said "Don't worry, he can't get to you. Remember, he was in an Seattle lock up. The Seattle Bureau is searching for him, there's no reason to believe he'll come after you."
"Well let's hope" Emily muttered.
"Emily?" Hotch's voice said over the phone.
"Hotch?" Emily replied.
"Why aren't you sleeping?" Hotch asked sterned but with a caring undertone.
"Because the team won't shut up?" Emily said sarcastically.
"Emily" Hotch warned.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah" Emily muttered "Bye."
"Happy anniversary, Princess" Morgan said.
"Yeah, thanks" Emily grumbled hanging up.
Throwing the phone on the bed beside her, Emily threw a blanket over her head as she buried her head in the pillows and tried tricking her mind into sleeping.
Emily felt a slight movement on the bed, and her eyes shot open but she didn't move.
'Oh god' Emily's mind shouted 'Someone else is in here.'
Seeing the daylight still outside she knew it wasn't Hotch, and her mind flashed to the unsub, Barrett.
'Damn you Strauss' Emily cursed the older woman who told her to go undercover at the sleep clinic 'When I die, I am so coming back and haunting your ass.'
As she felt a hand grasping onto her shoulder, she panicked trying to kick the blankets off of her, wondering when they started to weigh a ton.
Reaching her hand lightly next to her she grabbed the phone and kicked her leg out tossing the man on to the floor, as she clicked speed dial three.
'Oh crap' Emily thought 'It's Barrett.'
"Hello?" Emily heard Dave's voice say over the phone, "Emily?"
"Get the hell out of my house!" Emily's voice said as she rolled on to the other side of the bed to get off.
Running for the living room, Emily felt a pair of strong hands grab her waist pulling her back.
A smooth voice whispered, "Shh."
"Emily!" Dave shouted into the phone.
"DAVE!" Emily shouted.
"Emily" Hotch's voice said as he turned her around to face him "It's me!"
Emily dropped the phone and punched Hotch in the shoulder, "You jerk!"
"Emily?" Dave's voice said panicking before the phone disconnected the call.
Hotch picked up the phone, ignoring the older man's voice, as he was more concerned for the frightened brunette in front of him.
"What was that for?" Hotch asked as he rubbed his shoulder.
"Oh, for scaring the hell out of me and not telling me that Barrett escaped." Emily said placing the phone on the table.
"You don't have to worry about Barrett" Hotch assured her "He's not going to get you."
Hotch walked Emily over to the couch and sat down pulling her close to him, wrapping a protective arm around her.
"How can you be so sure?" Emily asked feeling safe.
"Because, one I got time off, so we can go away for our anniversary and two because there is no way I will let anyone take you away from Jack or me" Hotch promised.
"Going away?" Emily asked "Where are we going away to?"
"You remember that little bed and breakfast we were at last year?" Hotch said kissing her forehead.
"The old country inn?" Emily asked smiling at the idea.
"We got a week booked there. Just you and me." Hotch promised her.
"What about Jack?" Emily asked.
"Jessica's going to take them to visit her parents." Hotch said "They're all excited about it. So it will be just the two of us."
Emily leaned her forehead on his "I'd like that."
A loud banging noise caused the two to look at the front door as they saw their team staring at them, guns drawn.
"What the hell?" Hotch shouted in shock, as Emily raised her hands above her head in surrender.
"Are you two alright?" Dave said voice calming at the sight of the dark haired pair.
"We will be when you tell us why you kicked down our door?" Hotch said holding Emily close to him.
"She called us, we heard shouting..." Reid said scanning the home for any intruder "We assumed that Barrett got her."
"Well you know what happens when you assume..." Emily muttered looking up to see three male eyes on her, and a female pair laced with concern "What?"
"Why did you hang up before telling us you were ok?" JJ asked.
"Hotch over here woke me up while I was buried in blankets..." Emily said "I didn't know it was him before I..."
"Kicked me half way across the room" Hotch finished "Who knew she was a kicker?"
"And you called us?" Morgan said "We heard the struggle and than a hang up."
"I figured out it was him." Emily said "You know none of this would of happened if you hadn't told me about Barrett."
"We thought you'd want to know..." Morgan offered lamely.
"That the unsub who murdered women at a sleep clinic that I went undercover at, and nearly got killed at had escaped jail?" Emily said "Yeah, I couldn't sleep before after hearing that you think I'd feel safe closing my eyes?"
Morgan, JJ, Dave and Reid all looked remorseful.
"Ok," Hotch said "So now you see she's alive and well. You can all go now, we're going to pack for our vacation."
"Vacation?" JJ asked.
"Anniversary vacation" Emily said "Now, go. Out, march. One foot in front of the other."
"Bye" Reid said.
"Get some sleep, Princess" Morgan said "Because those bags, don't do you justice."
"Smack him for me" Emily muttered to Dave who nodded and kissed her forehead.
Hotch shut the door and inspected it "Not too much damage. Guess Morgan's losing his touch."
Emily chuckled "Don't tell him that."
Hotch wrapped an arm around Emily as the two headed towards there room to pack.
An Irish Proverb said, "A good laugh and a long sleep are the best cures in the doctor's book."
The End
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