Kaitlin Taylor's POV
"What do you mean she's dead. How?" I asked. I was freaking out. I didn't think I could breathe.
"She…was murdered," Hotch explained.
"Murdered? How?" I asked.
"You don't want to know how. It's not important how…just know that she was an amazing woman even before the BAU," Hotch said.
A tear fell from my eye and more followed. I looked out the glass wall into the bull pen and saw JJ holding Henry, and Derek, Garcia, Rossi and Reid looking at me and Hotch. I closed the blind quickly so they would not see me cry. I looked away from Hotch for a moment, wiped my eyes, and then looked back.
"Who did it?" I said finally.
"His name was Ian Doyle," Hotch said, and then told me the whole story, about how Lauren Reynolds existed, and who she was, what she did, and how in the end, Emily had to die. When he was done, he looked like he could cry, but of course, he wouldn't. I couldn't say anything. My mouth physically wouldn't let words leave my lips. Hotch understood my struggle to find the words. The only thing I could let slip was an 'oh', but even that was barely audible.
"I need to…" I tried. But I didn't know what I need. I was in such shock, such utter shock, that I didn't even know if I could do anything at that moment.
"Take your time," Hotch said. I sat down in the chair in his office. He left to go back to the others and Henry. I thought about the day Emily had saved my life.
"There's someone here to see you, Kaitlin," The nurse told me. "She just woke up about 5 minutes ago," The nurse told a woman. The woman came over to me. I got a better look at her. She had dark, almost black hair. It fell nicely around her shoulders. She had bangs that went across her forehead. She was pale. She was thin, but strong looking…fit. She must have been around…5'8, 5'9. She looked serious, but I could see her laugh lines in her face, and the compassion in her eyes. "Hi, honey, how are you feeling?" She asked me softly. Then I wondered, "Where….where are my mom…and dad…and…where's Jake! Where are they?" A tear rolled down my cheek as I begged to know. "Ohh, honey," She sighed, "I'm sorry but…" The woman began, "But what? What happened?" I looked around at the doctors and policeman in the hospital room. "You're parents…and brother…were murdered…we're very sorry." A policeman said. The woman shot a look at the officer, probably not a nice one. He said goodbye and left. "Dead?" I asked in a tiny voice. The woman nodded solemnly. "And…and…who are you?" I now looked at the woman. She was pretty. "Are you one of those social services people? If my parents are dead…doesn't that mean you're gonna take me away to those foster homes?" I was almost yelling. I was angry. "I'm not from Social Services. My name is Emily Prentiss. I'm from the FBI," She began to tell me. Then a man walked in. "This is Derek Morgan. He's also from the FBI, but-" she cut me off, "The FBI is involved with this? What happened?" I was yelling now. "We're not here as the FBI. I'm here because I wanted to make sure you were okay," The woman told me. I was done yelling. Now I felt bad for getting angry with the woman. "I'm sorry I yelled…" I said quietly to the woman. The man walked away to talk with a nurse outside in the hall. The woman kneeled down next to me. "Oh, honey, it's okay. You're angry. I get it…believe me. You've gotten a heap of shit thrown at you…But I promise it'll get better," The woman assured me. I tried to smile. The woman's phone rang, "Derek, can you talk to Garcia?" Emily asked Derek handing him the phone. "I'll stay with you," she said to me. The man gave her a kiss on the cheek and he walked out.