Sorry for the super long wait! I have been really busy and had some major writers block going on with chapter 9, and I wanted to get that written before I posted this one. But I hope that you will still enjoy and review and tell me what you think because it means so much to me when you do!

Once again I want to thank my amazing beta youdude :D

Warning: Self harm

I do not own Criminal Minds

As soon as the words left the doctor's mouth, the team instantly surrounded him. This time, he was prepared for the large group of people and was unfazed.

"Ms. Jareau is now out of surgery," he informed the group.

"Is she okay? Can we see her?" Garcia asked immediately.

"Right now she is still sedated from the anesthesia. In some cases of subdural hematomas, the patients lapse into comas after surgery. But when Ms. Jareau got to the hospital she was lucid and responsive, so we believe she has a good chance of waking up," The doctor said.

"What are her chances of recovering?" Hotch asked.

"Because of her age, and the fact that we were able to get her into surgery immediately, we believe that her chances are better than most," the doctor said, seemingly avoiding the question.

Hotch's eyes narrowed. "What are her chances?"

The doctor sighed: this was the part of his job that he hated, giving the bad news. "Statistically the mortality rates of acute subdural hematomas are around 60%, and the chance of having brain damage is higher. But like I said earlier, I believe she has a better chance of pulling through than most."

Garcia gasped, and Morgan angrily ran his hand over his head.

"I will come back as soon as there is any more news," the doctor said as he turned around.

Hotch simply nodded.

Rossi shook his head and rubbed his hand across his face.

Emily felt the breath leave her body. She stood there silently and kept her eyes fixed on where the doctor had stood.

Please let this be a dream, she prayed. Some God-awful dream.

Morgan looked over at Emily and saw her eyes. For a brief second they were filled with pure dread.

"Emily…" he started and took a step towards her.

Seeing what he was doing, Emily shook her head and took a step back. Inside herself, she could feel something crumbling. The walls she had worked so hard to build up were starting to come down.

60% mortality rate… higher chances of brain damage…

Her jaw clenched automatically and she balled her hands into a fist. She had to get away from the team. She couldn't let them see her break down. Not like this.

"I'm going to the bathroom," she said, and started to make her way out of the waiting room.

In that moment, Morgan made his decision. He wasn't going to do what the team had become so accustomed to doing; he was not going to ignore what was going on and let her face this alone- he'd done it too many times before and knew the consequences. With Elle, Gideon, Reid…the entire team had known something was wrong, but just let them be.

He was not going to let her be.

Morgan put his hand on Emily's shoulder and felt her shrink beneath his touch. "Emily, we need to talk," he said in a hushed voice.

She shook her head. "No, Morgan, not now."

Morgan took a step closer. He was not going to let this go. "Yes now. We either do it here or we do it somewhere else, but you are going to tell me what's going on."

"Morgan…" Emily's voice held desperation.

"Come on." He guided Emily firmly out into the hallway, knowing the only reason she let him was because she didn't want him to make a scene in front of the rest of the team.

Emily stood against the hallway wall and looked anywhere except for at Morgan. She didn't want to admit how badly she needed pain. Something to focus on.

"What's going on Princess?" Morgan's voice broke through her thoughts.

"Nothing," she said, but her words were thick with emotion.

"Come on Emily, you know me better than that." Morgan sighed and thought about what he was going to say.

"Morgan, this has nothing to do with you, so just leave it alone." Emily tried to convince him to just let it go.

"No. Two of my best friends are hurting, and you need to let me help."

"Do you need me to point out the fact that one of those friends is hurt because of me?" Emily felt her blood boil.

"Emily, its no-"

"Don't insult my intelligence and tell me it's not my fault," she interrupted him bitterly.

"I'm not. What you need to understand is that it was an accident. Accidents happen to everyone."

Emily laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Just like how getting Caroline killed was an 'accident'?"

"Anyone in your position would have done what you did."

"You wouldn't have. And neither would Hotch. You would have realized that revealing you were FBI would set him off." Emily could feel her eyes tearing. This couldn't happen, not in front of Morgan. She jammed her fingernails into her palms, hoping for a release, but none came. It wasn't enough.

"He was a psycho; nobody knew what would set him off!"

By now Emily wasn't even listening to what Morgan was saying; she was just concentrating on keeping her emotions in check.

Trying to find a way to relieve the pressure building inside of her.

She started to tap her foot on the ground, and picked at her fingernails. Her mother had often criticized her for her bad habit, but she could care less.

Putting her hand up to her head, she massaged her forehead, purposefully putting pressure on the bruises that surrounded her face. Yet the pounding in her head continued. She felt as though she had no control over anything anymore. Finally, she slid her forearm to her side and rubbed the bandage against her hip. She felt the friction building as the fresh white bandage rubbed against her skin, causing it to tug at the stitches.

Suddenly a voice brought her out of her concentration. "Emily, what are you doing?"

She looked up at Morgan and saw his eyes were fixed on her arm. "Nothing." She tried to sound defiant, but failed miserably.

"Emily." Morgan sighed. He knew if he was wrong he could ruin their friendship, but if he wasn't…she needed help. "Did you rip your stitches on purpose?"

Emily immediately tore her gaze away from him and looked at the ground.

Morgan instantly knew that he had not been mistaken. "Why did you do it Princess?" he asked her softly.

Emily stayed silent and angrily wiped away the tear that fell from her eye.

Prentiss, what the hell are you doing? she berated herself.

"The Prentiss's are strong women. They do not need help, nor do they show anyone their emotions. To do so is a sign of weakness." Her mother's commanding voice rang in her head. "You will not give up any information that will make you vulnerable. Letting someone know what is going on inside of you just gives them something to use against you in the future. Prentiss's do not give up."

But, looking at Morgan, Emily thought that maybe…maybe it was time to give up.

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