Someone Like You

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Nevermind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you, too,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"
Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead, yeah,
. . . . .

JJ stretched awkwardly as she woke. She ached after the few hours' sleep she had got but there was no disputing the ring of her phone. Reaching down to her purse on the floor, she rummaged through for the offending item.

Sighing, when she saw Hotch's name on the screen, she rolled back, suddenly realising she was alone. Sitting bolt upright, she answered the phone.

"She's gone," JJ shot before Hotch could say a word.

"Calm down, JJ. What do you mean she's gone?"

JJ rubbed her forehead, aware of the ache building behind her temples.

"I stayed the night with Emily, I've just woken up and she not here," JJ begun to scan the room, "She has left her bag, so I assume she's coming back."

Mentally JJ kicked herself for sleeping so deeply, that Emily could leave without waking her.

"I've no idea where she has gone," JJ swung her legs of the bed, slipping her shoes back on to avoid the broken glass, "She was in a bad way last night Hotch. I've never seen her like this. I'm really worried."

"JJ, calm down, you have done everything you could. We'll find her and then we'll try talking."

"But I shouldn't have let her leave."

"Short of cuffing her to the furniture I don't know how you think you could do that," he tried to reassure her, "We should not underestimate Emily, she is capable of much more than any of us imagined. Now where do we start the search?"

JJ paused. She knew where, she just prayed she was wrong.

"I think I know where. Let me go alone, I think you'll scare her. Can I bring her to yours? I'll call you when I've found her."

"OK, I'll ask Jessica to have Jack at hers tonight. I'll call Rossi and give him a reason for us not being in, God knows what."

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JJ parked her car further down the street, so that if Reid hadn't already left for work then he wouldn't see it.

She walked along the pavement, head down. Glancing up she spotted someone sitting in a vehicle opposite Reid's house. As she came alongside she knocked on the window.

Emily jumped. She'd let her guard down. Turning to see who had interrupted her thoughts, she was relieved to see JJ standing there. She signalled for her to get in.

"Emily, tell me he hasn't seen you," she whispered.

"Would I be sat here, alone, if he had?"

JJ was lost for words.

"You shouldn't be driving, not after what you drunk last night. How about we get in my car and I'll take you over to Hotch's, then we can talk."

"What is there to talk about Jay, I shouldn't have come back. Your pictures showing everyone moving on, living there life, I was jealous," she admitted. "Emily Prentiss is dead; I might as well be to."

"Em, you can't think like that. You were so determined when Doyle was killed that you had the chance of a fresh start, what went wrong?"

"Me, I went wrong. I couldn't leave you guys behind. God I miss you all so much. You all have someone, even Spencer, and I never thought I'd see the day. I have no-one. I can't trust anyone anymore. Selfishly I came back to see if I'd been forgotten, to see if anyone still cared."

"Em, we would never forget you," JJ reached out to her, "never."

Emily stared at the house, Spence's house, his home, his family home. She couldn't believe how much it hurt to know that he had found happiness; that he had everything she had ever wished for but it was now too late to have. She still didn't know why Spencer had been the one to trigger all this, why did she not act like this when Penelope or JJ got married. Why Spencer?

"Em, I'm going to call Hotch, and then I think we should go, please."

Emily nodded, silently. JJ left her to her thoughts while she stepped out of the car to make the call.

. . . . . .

Getting out of the car on Hotch's drive, Emily and JJ looked around; both scared that they may have been seen. Quickly they made their way to the door, which Hotch opened automatically, as if he had been waiting for them.

Emily couldn't look at him, after all these years she couldn't face seeing disappointment in his eyes. Not after she had worked so long and hard to gain his approval. She followed JJ through to the lounge and took a seat, still studying the carpet.

Hotch and JJ shared a look.

"Emily," he started, "you look dreadful, are you ok?"

Emily snorted, trust Hotch to get to the point, he hadn't changed over the years. Glancing up at him briefly, she said flatly "Do you want an honest answer? Or just want to know when I'll disappear so you can breathe a sigh of relief?"

"Emily," his firm tone shock her into looking up, even after all this time he could put the fear of God into her with one word.

"Sorry," she muttered.

"Coffee?" JJ asked, to break to tension.

Both Hotch and Emily nodded, and JJ left. Hotch took a seat opposite Emily.

"How can we help?"

Emily racked her fingers through her now matted long hair. She hadn't got an answer, as she was still coming to terms with her actions.

"Hotch," she started, "I am sorry you have had to lie for me, I am sorry I ever put you in this position. I have no idea why I am here or what I need to do next. I hit a brick wall, physically as well as metaphorically."

Hotch looked at her, he had often wondered what had happened to her over the years, but he had always imagined it was something positive. She had always been so determined; she could do whatever she put her mind to. It never once crossed his mind that she would be slowly worn down to this shadow of the person once he knew so well.

JJ returned with coffees for them all. Personally she needed the caffeine. She looked at Hotch as she passed him a mug; he shrugged as he saw the pleading look in her eyes. She hoped that between them they could get through to her, open her up and help her.

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Sorry this is a bit shorter than the others, and still not much Reid, it is coming I promise, just my muse is teasing me and making the build up longer then I first imagined. I suppose I am trying to make it slightly realistic – What do you think?

Also can I thank those who have taken the time to review – it really does drive me on (that and the thought of avoiding what I should be doing).