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Chapter 4
"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth."
Oscar Wilde
Still in shock he dropped his stuff on the assembly line and hurried through weirdly looking people out of the shop. Derek stopped in the middle of the pavement, when he realized that Emily was gone. His gaze swung right, then to the left. He had no idea in which direction she went, so he just believed in his instinct, which told him to turn right. Derek jostled with fast big steps through the crowd of people walking on the pavement. He had to be fast. If she really went in this direction, he could still catch up with her. He followed the long street all the way to a little intersection. In the meantime it was raining even harder and heavy raindrops were splashing on Derek's face, so that he could barely see something. His clothes were sodden too and he wasn't exactly successful with his search. The exhaustion finally took over and he realized that it would be pointless to keep searching any longer. He lost her again. Emily would already be wherever she stayed, so he turned and frustratingly walked back in the direction he came from.
For a few moments during his search Derek even thought he was going crazy. Seeing someone who is supposed to be dead isn't something that never happened before to people. It indeed happened quite a lot. Maybe his mind was playing him a trick. Maybe it was because of these nightmares he had lately.
No. Emily was there. He didn't mistake her for somebody, who looked like her; otherwise she would have just walked into the shop, wondering why some odd guy was staring at her. So it had to be her.
But how could that be possible?
Derek had no answer to his question. They had carried her coffin, they grieved for her, he had been visiting her grave almost every week since the last two years and now she was alive? He couldn't believe what just happened. JJ told them she didn't make it and he was in the waiting room together with the others. Why was he not able to notice something? Did they fake Emily's death to save her from Doyle? And most importantly, who else was involved?
A lot of questions he had to find answers to.
With a loud bang the apartment door was shut behind her. Leaning on it, she slid down and finally allowed herself to give vent to her feelings. Big round tears were running down on her cheeks and soon covered her whole beautiful face.
Although she never wanted to hurt Derek again, she just did. The only person she ever felt save with, was also the person, whose heart she broke over and over again. Emily's hand was shaking heavily when she reached out to brush away the tears. She was totally exhausted and out of breath after she managed to get home so fast.
It took Emily a while to calm down. Still with tears in eyes she reached out for her bag to get her cell phone. She dialed the special number, which had been among the other important information that JJ had given to her when they met a few weeks after her 'death'. Emily had memorized it, because she could never know, when she would need it. JJ had told her to only call in an emergency. And this was an emergency.
The ringing tone started and after three times Emily could her JJ's familiar voice answering the phone.
"Emily? What is wrong?" she immediately asked.
It had been a long time since she heard one of her friends' voices, so she was kind of overwhelmed, which caused her to tear up again. JJ, who heard her sobbing, kept speaking. "Emily, it's ok. Everything is going to be fine, just try to calm down, ok?" she told her. "Why is he here? I don't know what's going on, JJ." Emily managed to say. JJ seemed confused. "Who are you talking about?" She wanted to know, sounding nervous. "Derek. I saw him today, when I was about to go into the shop. He was in the waiting queue." She sobbed. Then the line was quiet for a few seconds.
"Emily, are you sure? And did he saw you too?" JJ worryingly asked. "Yeah of course he did. I stood there for like, I have no idea, maybe a minute? I couldn't move, because I was so shocked." Emily explained.
As JJ's apprehension became true, she started telling Emily about the investigation they were involved in and how Derek was ordered to go to Paris.
"And what is the plan now?" She heard her asking. "I mean we aren't allowed to just tell him, are we? Even if he promises that he won't tell it anybody?" Emily continued. "Probably not…but I'm not sure how we are going to deal with this situation now, so I'm going to call Hotch, because he obviously has to know about it. Maybe Derek already called him to get answers. Well, we can't blame him…he must be angry. "She finished. "I would be too." Emily stated sadly. Then they ended the call.