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He took a sip of coffee as the screen of his laptop rung out at him, setting the cup down swiftly as her face appeared.

"Hi." She smiled tiredly.

He swallowed the hot liquid; "Hey where are you?"

He frowned, knowing the answer as he said the last word, spying the familiar commemorative plaque hung on the wall behind her.

"Still at work." She sighed.

"It's like nine at night there right?" He asked, looking down at his watch to make sure of the time.

"Yeah. This operation is starting to pick up pace. I should be done for the night soon though." She said, rubbing her eyes.

"Shouldn't you be taking it easy?"

"Derek, I'm pregnant, not ill. Please stop fussing." She said gently, with a small thankful smile.

She watched as his brow dipped and a little snarl formed on his lips.

"Derek…."

"Alright. Alright." He said raising his hands in surrender, "I'll stop fussing."

"Anyway, I've got something to show you." She smiled excitedly, standing up.

"What is it?" He said with a confused smirk.

"Look…" He heard her say, but she was too close for him to see her face.

She stood in front of the screen and turned so she was sidewards on. As he watched, a smile crept across his face as she lifted her blouse, revealing her tummy, lightly protruding over her hipster pants. She ran a palm slowly over her skin.

"This is your fault this is." She told him, replacing the fabric and sitting so her could se her face once again.

"What's my fault?"

"I'm getting fat." She said, a sulky pout forming on her lips.

"Emily, there's nothing there. No one is gonna notice that." He chuckled.

"No, but soon I'm gonna be at that stage where people do notice it and the won't know if I'm just putting on weight or I'm pregnant and they'll give me that look."

"Since when have you ever been bothered about that stuff?"

"Since I started getting fat."

"Gees Emily. You are not fat…. You're pregnant. And just so you know, you're a damn sexy pregnant woman."

She raised her brow, immune to his charm at that moment, "Ya'think?" She said sarcastically.

"Yep." He chuckled.

"I don't feel sexy." She complained, folding her arms and sitting back against the chair.

But when he didn't respond as she expected, she eyed him suspiciously whilst he sat and looked at her, the smirk on his lips growing bigger.

"What?" She asked.

He shrugged, "Well, it was hard to tell." He mused with a small nod of his head.

"What was hard to tell?" She asked a little frustrated as he talked in riddles.

"I couldn't see everything. May be if you…" He shrugged, "You know, showed me a bit more, I can tell you just how sexy you are." He finished with a flash of his eyebrows.

She unfolded her arms and sat forward, leaning her elbows on the desk, "You mean you want me to do a strip tease for you?"

He just grinned.

"What a great idea whilst I'm here at work." She scolded sarcastically.

He then gave her a look of a child who had had his favourite toy taken away and she laughed inwardly.

"Although." She continued, unbuttoning the top two buttons of her blouse, and slipping one hand under the fabric causing Morgan's eyes to widen, "These are definitely feeling like they've gotten bigger."

His eyes fixed on the movement of her hand under the shirt for a few seconds before he met her stare, and gazed at her, his eyes narrowing as he eyed her suspiciously. "Are you teasing me Emily Prentiss?"

A naughty smirk formed on her lips, "Wanna make your own mind up?" She asked, ignoring his last comment.

"You are a wicked wicked woman." He growled, shifting in his seat a little.

"What?" She almost screeched, unable to subdue the smile.

"There's no way you would have the guts to show me at work."

"Oh really?"

"Yes really."

"Ah, I see. Reverse psychology." She nodded, pressing her lips together.

He gave a quick raise of his brow, "Is it working?"

She pursed her lips and looked upward in thought, "May be." She uttered.

He watched as she then gazed downward, her blouse so far open so that if she undid one more button a whole lot of cleavage would be revealed.

She gave him a wicked grin, then moved her hand to the edge of the fabric, her finger teasing the pearl coloured button. She gripped the tiny piece of plastic and began to thread it though the hole.

But within a split second, they were both bought out of the moment with a crash as she suddenly sat upright in her chair, "Oh shit!" She gasped, grabbing a file off the desk and frantically waving it in front of her face.

Morgan frowned and was just about to ask her what was wrong when he heard another voice in the room with her.

"Emily?" the voice chuckled, "You having another hot flush?"

"Yeah." She laughed nervously back, continuing with the fanning.

"Well, I was just making a drink. You want one?"

"Errr. Yes please. Coffee." She nodded, her voice a little shaky.

"Splash of milk, no sugar?"

"Extra strong please."

"Ok. No problem."

"Thanks Daniel."

"Oh, and I got the stuff I need to fix that tap."

"That's great." Morgan saw Emily give the interrupter a quick smile, clearly eager for him to leave.

She watched Daniel and shut the door behind himself, missing Morgan's roll of the eyes at the mention of the man's name.

"Gees that was close." She said relieved, looking back to the screen as she did a couple of buttons up and straightened her shirt.

She sat still upon seeing the frown on his face. "What's up with you?" She asked.

"Nothing." He defended, fidgeting in his chair.

"Ok, well this little show will have to wait for another time I'm afraid." She winked.

He half laughed, a small smile creeping across his lips, "Look forward to it." He muttered playfully, but the smile quickly faded and he was unable to stop the next words leaving his lips.

"Emily?" He continued.

"Uh huh." She smiled.

"What tap was he on about?" Morgan said, with an undeniable emphasis on 'he'.

She cocked her head to the side with a raise of the brow, "Really? Are we going there again?"

"I don't like it Emily." He said.

"What don't you like?"

"I don't like the fact he gives you lifts home from work. I don't like the fact he's going to be in your flat fixing stuff and I don't like the fact he thinks you're having another hot flush when I didn't even know you ever had one."

"Derek I speak to you every day…. A few times most days. You know everything there is to know."

"Well, I think it's weird how he's….."

"Helping a pregnant woman who he works with?" She interrupted, unimpressed. "Like what friends do?"

"I know how guys think." He told her.

"May be all guys don't think like you." She snapped, more forcefully than she meant to and regretted the words as soon as they fell from her mouth as his eyes widened and he looked at her as if she'd just kicked him in the stomach.

"Derek." She said, leaning forward, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that….. But even if he does have an ulterior motive, it doesn't mean anything will happen." She continued, shaking her head. "But if you don't trust me….."

"Of course I trust you. It's not that anyway, it's just.….." He exhaled and shook his head just a little.

"Derek." She began softly, looking him in the eye, "I wish it were you here fixing my tap. I wish it were you getting me coffee. I wish it were you picking me up from work." She lightly chuckled earning a small smile from him, "And….." She continued, "I wish it were you rubbing my feet."

One brow suddenly darted upwards and his head jarred back a little as if trying to get a better view of her…. that was until he saw the wicked smirk curl up the edges of her mouth.

"Ha ha. Very funny." He snorted, "But he would be a brave man to go near those things." He said, mockingly scrunching his nose and wafting his hand in front of his face.

Her mouth fell open feigning surprise.

"You deserved that Emily Prentiss." He added.

She laughed, "Ok, may be I did, but seriously, you have nothing to worry about with Daniel." She assured.

He shook his head, "I'm not worried about Daniel. I don't think you're going to run off with him or anything and I'm glad you've got someone nearby looking out for you. But if I'm totally honest, I'm jealous that he's getting to do the things I want to be doing. That I should be doing. It's just frustrating, that's all."

"I know." She whispered, "But believe me Derek, he does not get to do most of the things you do." She winked.

She watched him smile, hoping that his mind was wandering to other things right now. She felt sad inside that she was making him feel this way…. Not because of Daniel. Daniel was incidental. Derek Morgan was not feeling insecure over another man. She knew that much….. Derek Morgan just wanted to be the man that was there and looked after her on a day to day basis. Not because she needed looking after, but because he felt that's what she deserved. And she knew he deserved that too; Someone to look after him. That's what she wanted. Over the past few years, they had both resisted this kind of love and care, fending it off with those walls they built around themselves, and now finally, when they were ready to let them fall down and let each other in, they were thousands of miles apart. In truth, she needed him and he needed her.

Taking a deep, contemplative breath, she leant forward and smiled at him warmly, "I miss you. You know that right?" She told him.

He paused with a smile, "I know. I miss you too." He uttered, "But it's not too long now till Christmas."

"Ughhhh." She gasped, leaning back in her chair. "You mean the Christmas we are both working."

"Ok, it's not long till after Christmas. Booked my ticket this morning. You did get some time off didn't you?"

"Yeah." She smiled. "A whole week."

"Good…. Well I better get going." Morgan started, "So you can finish up and get home."

"Yes sir." She grinned.

He leaned forward, "I like it when you call me sir."

"Oh you do do you?" She said with one raised eyebrow. "Well don't get used to it. Technically I now outrank you."

"Hmmmmm" He said in a high pitched tone, "Get you…. Although." He said, a grin forming, "I think I might actually enjoy calling you ma'am more than you calling me sir."

She let out a muffled laugh, "Ok, I think we better leave this conversation here or I'm never getting out of here."

"Yes ma'am." He nodded, with a smirk.

She cringed.

"What?" He asked.

"Do you get as much enjoyment when you call Strauss that?"

He paused in thought with a frown, glancing up to the ceiling, "Well, I didn't, but I have a feeling next time I call her that, it's going to have an entirely different feel to it."

"Ewww." Emily mewed, with a look of disgust, "Get off my screen now."

He chuckled, "Ok, I'm really going to go now. Text me when you get in?"

"Of course." She said softly. "Have a good day and say hi to everyone."

"I will." He uttered, "Bye Emily."

"Bye….."

As the screen went blank, a light knock was heard and the door slowly opened, Daniel pushing it with his back as he held two cups of steaming hot coffee in his hands and a file under his chin.

Placing one cup down on her desk and handing her the file, he took the seat opposite her.

"I've finished the report. Anything you need a hand with?" He smiled, his chiselled jaw rising slightly as he revealed his pearly white teeth.

"No, I'm ok thanks." She said, shifting in her seat a little, "I'll be done soon."

"Ok, I'll finish up too. I can fix that tap tonight."

"Oh no, don't go to any bother. It's late."

"It will literally take ten minutes." He said, standing up, "Leaky taps drive me insane. I wouldn't' leave you with one for a day longer." He winked, his blue eyes creased at the sides.

"Ok." She nodded with an awkward smile, suddenly seeing him in a slightly different light.

As he left the room, she shook her head and scolded herself. He was just a nice guy.

~~CM~~

"Can you pass me that small wrench, please." Daniel asked, leaning over her kitchen sink, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

"Sure." She said, handing him the tool, then returning to take a seat on the high stool next to the breakfast bar, taking a sip of her drink.

All of a sudden she jumped a little in her seat, startled as Daniel hoped backwards, "Shit!" He shouted, as water spurted from the tap.

He moved forward quickly again and placed his hands over the tap to stop the water going everywhere, "Pass me a towel Emily?" He yelled.

Taking a step towards him, she pressed her lips together attempting to hide her smirk seeing his dark blond hair and his face drenched in water.

"It is not funny." He said, unable to stop himself from laughing.

"Sorry." She chuckled, "But your face is a picture."

"Here." He said with a smile and a shake of the head, "Hold this here and I'll turn off the water."

A few minutes later, once the tap was fixed, Daniel leant against the counter and wiped his face with a dry towel.

"Well, that's all sorted for you now." He said, then attempting to dry some of his shirt off, but stopped, shaking his head as it was futile.

"Your shirt is soaked through." She said with a slight grimace.

"Do you mind if I take it off? It's getting a bit cold."

She nodded, "Of course….. I may have something for you to change into."

He chuckled, "Yeah, I don't think any of your stuff will fit me… although I did like that red shirt you had the other day." He winked. "But it may clash with these trousers."

Laughing, she turned and walked away, "No, I will have something. You can't go out with no shirt in this weather. It's freezing out there." She called back as she entered her bedroom.

She opened the closet doors and stared at the contents, sifting through the clothing Derek had left behind. She opted for a plain black sweatshirt.

Walking back into the lounge, Daniel was stood with his back to her having taken off his shirt. She saw the muscles in his broad back moving as he dried himself off and spied an image on his right shoulder blade.

"What's the tattoo?" She asked, causing him to spin round.

"Who dares wins." He stated.

"What's that?"

"SAS motto. I was in five years before I joined the Police."

"SAS. Wow." She said impressed, "Bet you've seen a lot."

"Certainly did." He smiled, "That for me?" He nodded towards the sweater she had in her hand.

"Oh yeah," She said handing it to him.

"Bit big for you isn't it?" He chuckled.

"It's Derek's." She told him with a quick raise of the brow.

"Of course." He nodded, being reminded of the boyfriend she had spoken of a few times, "He won't mind?"

"No." She lied, "Of course not."

She couldn't help but glance down at his naked torso as he lifted the shirt over his head. He was probably a little slimmer than Derek, but not quite as defined…. A runner may be, she thought….

"So when's he over next then?" Daniel asked, pulling the fabric down to reveal his face once again and as the sleeves slipped over his arms, she could see the fabric sagged a little, Derek's bigger arms having stretched the material….. How she missed those arms.

"Just after Christmas." She replied, bringing herself back to the conversation.

"Oh, not long then."

"No." She smiled.

"It must be tough here without him."

She wasn't sure if it was a statement or a question, but decided to treat as the former and gave a half smile, pressing her lips together.

After a couple of seconds of silence, he reached down and picked up his car keys, "Ok, well if there's nothing else, I'll be going then." He said in a cheery tone, the mention of Derek seemingly having no effect on him.

"No. You've done enough. Thanks so much for this." She smiled, "I could never have done it. DIY is definitely not my thing."

"No problem. Any time you need anything, you know where I am."

He made his way to the front door.

"I'll see you tomorrow then." He said before stepping out into the hallway.

"Yeah. See you tomorrow…."

~~CM~~

She rolled over and squinted at the clock at her bed side. 06:00 was flashing in neon green lights. She let out a small groan and let her head flop back on to the soft pillow, closing her eyes, fighting the urge to fall back to sleep.

Just about ready to muster up the energy to peel herself from under the duvet, she heard the soft beep of her cell.

Reaching for it, she smiled as she saw the message bubble on her screen.

'Morning baby. Merry Christmas. You got time for 5 minutes of Skype? Dx'

'Sure. Signing on now. Ex' She typed in reply.

Sitting herself up against the headboard, she pulled the well used iPad out of the top bedside draw, lay it against her bended knees and tapped on the Skype icon.

"Hey." She smiled widely at him, as his tired, but happy face, appeared on the screen.

"Hey princess. Merry Christmas." He beamed at her, his voice gruff from the long day.

"Merry Christmas." She uttered back, "You're up late. Got a break on the case?"

"Nah…. I just wanted to see you before you went off to work. I know you'll be busy later…. And so will we no doubt." He said with some disappointment.

"I know. This really sucks right?"

"Yeah, but Garcia has promised to bring in turkey and cup cakes." He winked.

He watched as she folded her arms and her chin dropped a little, the quietest 'huff' escaped her lips.

His mouth curled up at the sides into an easy smile. "Aww baby. You're missing out." He said with a mock pout.

"All I've got to look forward to is a sandwich and a cup of coffee…. If I'm lucky." She complained.

"Well, we will have our Christmas dinner when I get to you in a few days time."

"If you get to me you mean? You're no closer to solving that case than you were when you started."

He held up a cream coloured file, packed with paper, "I'm working round the clock on this one. My Christmas is cancelled." He muttered.

She smiled warmly as she saw the sincerity in his tired eyes. "You better sort it out soon and get your butt over here. I've got some presents for you." She told him.

His brow raised and his eyes widened, "Presents?" He began, looking to the side and then grimacing just a little, "I thought you said we weren't doing presents? I didn't….."

"Oh." She whispered, "I did, but….. Well it doesn't matter if you didn't get me anything. It's ok." She said quickly with a small shake of the head.

A big smile formed on his face as he watched her try to hide her disappointment, averting her gaze from his.

"Well that's good because I don't think I'm going to have chance to get you anything before I come over."

"It doesn't matter. It's just a dumb commercialised holiday anyway." She shrugged.

"Yeah." He whispered, "Listen, I think I left my Bears T-Shirt at yours. Can you have a look for me?"

"Your Bears shirt?" She frowned, "Ok. I'll look for it later, but I don't remember seeing it anywhere."

"Can you look for it now?"

"Derek, I don't have time. I have to get to work."

"It's ok. I think I know where it is….. Please?"

"What do you want me to look now for?" She said impatiently.

"Emily, the time it's taking for you to argue with me, you could have looked. I think it's just in your closet."

The screen suddenly jerked and she disappeared and all he could see was the crumpled up cream bed sheet.

"Where in the closet?" He heard her call to him.

"I think I threw it in the bottom in the right corner."

"When are you ever gonna fold your stuff before going to bed?" He heard her grumble to herself, causing him to chuckle.

"I can't see anything!" She shouted back.

"It's gotta be there. Just feel right in the corner at the back." He yelled.

"I can't find…. Hang on. What's this?"

Everything went silent for a few seconds and the screen then shifted once again as she sat back down and set the iPad on her lap once again.

"What's this?" She asked with a smirk, holding up the small black box wrapped in a red ribbon.

"I dunno. Read the label." He urged.

She lightly grasped the small piece of card and bought it a little closer so she could see it properly.

'Happy Christmas Emily. You have given me the most wonderful gift of my entire life and I can't wait to share it with you. All my love. Always. Derek xx'

She pressed her lips together and slowly looked back up to him with shy eyes, "Thank you." She uttered.

"You didn't open it yet." He chuckled. "You might hate it."

She smiled and lifted the box toward her, gripping the end of the ribbon and pulling gently. The red fabric fell undone and dropped to the bed. She removed the lid and stared at the jewellery lay upon the deep purple velvet cushion. Lifting the thin gold chain and holding it in front of her, the pendants swayed slowly; Three dainty hearts, two bigger than the third, all entwined with one another.

She stared at it and gulped, then letting out a breath, "Derek it's beautiful." She whispered.

"You like it?" He asked hopefully.

She looked back to him, "I love it. It's really thoughtful."

"You get what it represents right?"

"Of course." She smiled, with a small nod of the head.

"Put it on then." He encouraged.

She slipped the chain around her neck and did up the clasp, going on to examine the three pendants, holding them between her fingers, then looking back to him.

They sat for a few seconds just staring at each other, their eyes mirroring one another… a hint of happy….. A hint of sad.

A sudden pang of guilt hit her. "But you haven't got anything from me to open today."

"Emily, seeing you just made my day." He said sincerely. "All I need is to know you and smudge are ok." He winked.

She gave a warm smile before glancing over to the clock on the bed stand. "I gotta go now." She apologised.

"Ok baby. You have a good day ok?"

"You just made it a whole lot better, you know that right?"

He smiled, "Good."

"Now get some sleep." She told him, "And I'll speak to you later."

"Hopefully." He winked.

"Yeah. Hopefully." She muttered back, "And Derek?"

"Yeah?"

She swallowed and bit her bottom lip, before parting her lips to continue, "I love you." She whispered.

His eyes suddenly widened in surprise, but quickly softened, a big grin creeping across his face.

"What?" She asked.

"You know, that just equalled best present I ever got." He murmured in that deep velvet tone. "I love you too." He whispered.

She attempted to subdue her slightly embarrassed smile and looked downward. Saying that to him had felt right for a while now; she just could never find the nerve within herself to do it. He had shown her he loved so many times and she knew he held back the words waiting for her to take the lead….. It went unsaid that's the way it would happen. They both understood the gravity of those words to one another.

After staring at him for a few seconds, she reluctantly drew a breath and began her goodbye, "I suppose I should go." She sighed.

"Ok baby. Have a good day."

"Bye Derek."

"Bye…. Oh and Emily?" He called quickly.

"Yeah?"

"Have a look behind the muesli in the cupboard."

"What?"

"See ya." He smiled before signing off leaving her with a bewildered stare at a blank screen.

~~CM~~

She rushed out of her bedroom, still brushing her hair after showering, now running fifteen minutes late for work. She glanced over to the cupboard where the cereal was kept and then to her handbag, then back to the cupboard. Curiosity got the better of her and she hopped across the kitchen on the cold floor, opening the door.

She wondered how he'd managed to hide whatever it was that he'd hidden behind the muesli since the last time he was there, but then again, he knew she hated muesli and had only ever bought it for him.

She shifted the box out of the way and behind it found an oblong cream envelope, with Derek's big writing on the front…. 'Emily'

She ripped along the edge of the thick paper and pulled out the contents…. 'A four night stay for two at Cherry Tree Cottage in the New Forest over New Year,' written on the dark brown card.

A small paper note fell to the floor which she crouched down to pick up…. 'Ok, so this is kinda for me too, but I thought we could do with the break… I'll keep everything crossed we can get there…. Love Dx.'

She suppressed the big smile that had formed upon her lips and shoved the envelope in her bag, rushing out of the door, ready for her cancelled Christmas day.

~~CM~~

The day had been busy; although she was office bound due to the pregnancy, she ran the live operation from the control centre. It had been relatively successful, gaining them some vital information to move to the next phase.

The time had gone so quickly that the next thing she knew, it was pitch dark outside and Christmas day had pretty much disappeared. Her watch read 7:18pm and as she walked back into her office, she glanced at her cell; No message from Derek…. they must be busy too, but she thought she'd risk a quick call whilst she waited for her team to come back from out in the field.

She listened to the ring tone at the other end, that went on much longer than normal and she was about to hang up when she heard a voice at the other end.

"JJ?" She asked, obviously surprised to hear her friend's voice.

"Hey Emily." Her voice was timid, "Happy Christmas."

"JJ. What's wrong? Where's Derek?" Emily asked without hesitation.

There was a short pause.

"JJ?" She repeated firmly.

"Emily." She began softly, "We're in the hospital. There was a crash."

"A crash? What happened to him?"

"He's in theatre now. We're just waiting to speak to the surgeon."

"Surgeon? What?"

"Look, I don't know how bad it is. That' why we didn't ring you. We didn't want to worry you unnecessarily."

"But he's in surgery. It must be serious."

"Emily, I don't know. We're just waiting."

"Was he on his own?"

"Yeah. We can't work out what happened. It looks like he may just have lost control."

"That's not like him."

"No it's not, but we'll figure it out…"

Silence.

"You ok Em?" JJ said softly.

"Er… yeah." She muttered, "Just call me when you've got some news?"

"Of course Emily. Talk to you in a bit."

Emily almost dropped her cell on the desk and stared into nothing, unable to focus.

After a short while, she heard a muffled sound,

"Emily….?"

But she didn't move…. She couldn't move.

"Emily?"

The voice was suddenly louder and she flinched at his touch.

"Whoa." Daniel said, holding his hands up, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you."

She just stared at him, her eyes wide and glistening with moisture.

"Emily. What's wrong?" He asked, taking a tentative step closer.

She took a hard gulp and shook her head, "Nothing." She said as she tried to compose herself, "Is everyone back ok now?"

"Yes." He said with a frown, as he watched Emily stand and start shuffling papers frantically on her desk.

"Ok, I'm going to let everyone go now. They've done enough for today."

She went to walk past Daniel, but dropped the files, papers ending up strewn across the floor.

"Fuck!" She shouted as she crouched down, desperately picking up the papers, shoving them together, mixing them up completely.

"Hey. It's alright." Daniel said softly, bending down beside her to help.

He saw her hands shaking as she handled the papers.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing. It doesn't matter." She said unconvincingly.

"Emily." He said, "I know there's something up. I know technically you're my boss, but I'd like to think we're friends. You can tell me."

Her face began to crease as she fought the tears away, "It's Derek." She stuttered.

"Derek?"

"He's in the hospital. He's had a car crash."

"Just now?" He asked.

She nodded.

"Is he gonna be ok?" Daniel asked with genuine concern.

Her face broke further, "I don't know." She said with a quick shake of the head, before standing up.

"I'm sure he will be." Daniel tried to reassure, as he stood back up next to her.

The brunette shook her head, "You don't understand. I think this might be my fault."

"How do you figure that one out?" He asked gently.

"I think he crashed because he's tired. He's worn out trying solve this case so he can get here."

"You don't know that."

But it was futile as he watched her chest begin to heave. Her face creased further and her bottom lip quivered as a tear ran down her cheek.

"Hey. It'll be ok." He said taking a step closer, and cautiously placed one arm around her… and for a split second she allowed him to hold her as the tears began to escape her eyes more rapidly, but she quickly checked herself.

"Please don't." She uttered, pulling away from him, gabbing her bag and heading out of the office.

She wiped her eyes, took a deep breath and straightened her jacket, making for the rest of the team where she stood them down from duty, before rushing out of the building and hailing a cab down to take her home.

All she could think about on the way home was jumping on a plane right now to go to him….. But she couldn't. There was no way and she felt so helpless.

All she could do was grasp hold of the tiny pendants hanging on her new neck chain, pray and wait…

To be continued…