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Warning: Self- harm in this chapter

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"Ma'am?"

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"Ma'am?"

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Emily slowly opened her eyes, and was met with the sight of lights. What the hell, she thought. Then it came back to her. The headlights…. JJ screaming her name… JJ…

"JJ?" Emily called frantically. She tried to move in her seat but couldn't. "Jayje? Are you okay?"

"Ma'am I need you to calm down," A soothing voice told her.

Emily's eyes finally adjusted and she saw she was still in the car. Or better yet, what was left of the car.

"Can you tell me your name?" The man asked.

I know this, Emily racked her brain, this is an easy one. "My left pocket," She told him.

He reached into her pocket and pulled out her FBI credentials. "Emily Prentiss?" He asked.

Emily Prentiss. That sounds right. She nodded. "Where's JJ?"

"Is that the woman who was with you?" He asked.

Emily nodded again, more frantically this time.

"Another ambulance brought her to the hospital. Can you move?" He asked gently taking her arm.

Emily slowly tried to maneuver herself out of the car when it hit her. "Why is JJ in the hospital?"

"They need to check her out as they do you."

Her body was as stiff as a board and each time she moved it awoke a new pain. When she was out of the car they loaded her onto a stretcher and put her in an ambulance.

On the drive to the hospital the same EMT as before sat by her. He was asking her questions.

"Emily, is there anyone you want me to call? Family? A boyfriend or husband?" He asked.

She shook her head hastily. She didn't have any family. At least none that really mattered. "Can you call Agent Hotchner at the FBI? He will want to know. "

"Do you know his number?"
"Uhhh…" She thought intently, she knew this, "its 555-" God, what's the rest? It has a nine, "I think its 555-392."

"Okay we are calling him right now."

Emily sat in the hospital emergency room. Her left arm was wrapped in white gauze due to a deep cut that needed nine stitches. She had more scrapes around her body, but they weren't as serious. She had a nice black eye to complement the bruise already on her forehead. Because of the air bag her nose had broken. She had also sprained her wrist, and that was wrapped up, but most significant was that she had a concussion. They had given her a CT scan to confirm the almost obvious diagnosis.

As Emily sat there an officer walked up to her.

"Emily Prentiss?" He asked.

"Yes." She nodded hesitantly.

"I'm Officer Miller. I'm going to need you to blow into this." He held up a classic alcohol tester.

"Why?" She questioned.

He let out an impatient sigh. "We need to see if you were under the influence when you cause this accident."

Oh God, she gulped. "I caused this accident?"

"You drove across the intersection and caused a head on collision."

Emily closed her eyes tightly and squeezed her nails into her palm, "Are they okay?"

"The other passenger was a little banged up, but other than a few scrapes and bruises he is okay. Now I need you to blow in this."

A little banged up. Emily blew in the tester and it came up negative. The officer noted in his chart that she was not under the influence while she was driving.

"I may need to ask you some more questions later," The officer informed her, "I will need your contact information, but I will also be staying in the hospital a while longer."

Emily nodded and gave him her information.

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Emily looked urgently around the emergency room until she found the EMT that had brought her in. She called for him, and when he came over she asked him, "Where's JJ, is she okay?"

"Jennifer Jareau?" He asked and Emily nodded.

He walked over to a computer and looked up her name. "They are giving her a CT scan now. They suspect that she may have had brain trauma."

"Oh God, oh no," She moaned.

"I reached Agent Hotchner and he said he would be here immediately." The EMT informed the distraught woman.

Almost as if on cue Hotch and Morgan entered the ER. But Emily didn't want them here.

"Emily!" Morgan and Hotch saw her and quickly ran over.

"Are you alright?" They asked.

"Fine." Emily looked away.

"I'm going to go speak with the officer who was at the accident," Hotch informed them, and then sought him out. He was still close by.

"You don't look fine, what happened?" Morgan asked.

"I have a concussion and you can see the rest," She told him bitterly.

"Wasn't JJ with you?" Morgan asked.

She nodded, "They are giving her a CT scan. The EMT told me they suspect brain trauma." Emily's voice was distant and detached.

"When I get my hands on the bastard who did this, he is going to wish he were dead!" Morgan threatened.

Emily immediately down casted her eyes and bit her lip. She uneasily stood up from the bed she was in. "I need to go," She scanned around the room for somewhere to escape, "to the bathroom." She finished as she spotted one.

She stiffly walked in and felt her eyes moisten. What had she done? Emily could feel too many emotions building up in her. She shouldn't have been distracted while she was driving. This was all her fault. Worse case scenarios of JJ's condition kept arising in her mind. All because of that damn case she had screwed up. Her eyes welled with tears, but she pushed them down. This was no time for self pity. She eyed the bandage on her left arm and laid her right hand against it. She pushed pressure down on one side of her arm causing it to pull at the stitches. Her arm stung, but she needed the pain. She needed to be grounded. She continued the pressure until she worried she would tear the stitches.

But that wasn't enough. She wanted- needed- more pain. She un-wrapped her right hand and forced the sprained wrist to move. It started to throb, but the pain was relieving. She took in a deep breath and bent her wrist as far as she could. She felt the feelings escape through the pain until she felt nothing left inside her. The physical pain was so much more bearable than the ones that were stored inside her heart. The outside pain was controllable. It was the only thing in the whole damn world that she could control.

Hotch walked grimly back to Morgan.

"I just talked to the officer who is looking into the accident. The car drifted into the other lane and caused a head on collision. The other driver is okay and the car isn't terrible. Emily and JJ got most of the blow." Hotch told Morgan.

"So that son of a bitch hits them and gets off scotch- free?" He asked angrily.

Hotch shook his head. "Emily was the one who cause the accident."

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