The Blackbird Sings to the Shattered Soul part 1

Disclaimer; not mine, I would have treated them better

Ratings T

Authors note; this where the story goes AU, dont believe JJ could get over her what happened so easily

Thanks to Trainecker fir beta

You better hope and pray that you make it safe back to your own world Stay Shakespeare's Sister

JJ holds her hands over her ears because everything is overwhelming, still leaning into Emily like she is her anchor to this earth.

"Make them go away Em, I can't breathe," she feels like the water is being poured down her throat and she started to scramble desperately at her neck, Emily holds on with difficulty as the smaller woman thrashed around.

"Hotch can you get these guys to move out for second."

Her old boss looked at the scene in concern but he trusts Prentiss to know what she was doing. He gestured to the team and SWAT to retreat back and give the two women some space.

Emily grabbed the blonde's hands in a desperate attempt to stop her hurting herself anymore. "JJ, Jennifer, come back to me honey," she crooned softly into the blonde's trying to snap her back into reality."

"Emily, you came back, y...you saved me," whispered JJ, her movements starting to still. She pushed herself against the brunette, desperate for her touch. "I missed you so much but I knew they'd call you and you'd come back for me." Tears fell softly from blue eyes.

"Shush now. I've got you. Are you hurt, do you need to see the medics,"

"I'm OK," the blonde started to panic again. "Matt, he..."

"They have probably already taken him to hospital. It is you I am concerned for."

"Please Em, I just want to go back to the Quantico, shower and get out of these clothes," and burn them she thought as she shuddered, remembering Hastings pulling at her belt.

"Can you walk?"

"I got up here by myself. I can back down by myself," snapped JJ, regretting the words the moment they left her mouth. "Oh, god Em. I am so sorry... I,"

"Don't worry all we are concerned about is you," cut off Emily, helping the blonde back to her feet.

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JJ stared out the SUV's window as they travelled back. She knew her friends' would have a lot of questions, some official more she suspected unofficial. She didn't want to do it all she wanted was to be in Emily's warm embrace. Her mind started to race, God, how could she think that way; she was a bad mother. "Henry..."

"Don't worry he's at my house with Jack," said Hotch. "I hope you don't mind, I thought it was best, Will was out of his mind with worry, so I called Beth to take him before Henry started to panic."

"Oh, Will," was all the blonde said, before she went back to her vigil at the window.

Hotch and Emily exchanged worried looks in the rear view mirror

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JJ had stood under the shower back at Quantico, she had made the water as hot as possible. God it hurt so much but at least she knew she was alive. After, she changed into some FBI sweats and sat on the bench in the locker room. She didn't want to face the music, she just wanted to sit in the quiet, and her mind was far from processing the events of the night. In the end Emily had come in to fetch her, she looked so worried that JJ had felt guilty. They had hugged, both of them exhausted.

Emily's heart thought it would break when she saw the empty look in those beautiful blue eyes that she spent too much of her time thinking about. The flight had been terrifying, never knowing if she would see this woman again that she would gladly give up her life for. "We need to move there are a lot of people waiting to see you."

"I don't want..."

"I know sweetie, but it has to be done. They all love you, please remember that."

They had travelled quietly up to BAU offices at the last moment JJ had panicked, and Emily had reached out to hold her hand as the door opened.

"JJ," squealed Garcia rushing to hug her friend but a dangerous voice had stopped her in her tracks.

"What have you been doing with that dyke all this time? Did you give her a special welcome back; she 'help' you in the shower?"

JJ closed her eyes, she knew her husband would react this way; he was only repeating things she had heard a million times before, not even being tortured had given her a pass.

"Answer me woman."

"Hey man," said Morgan, placing a warning hand on the man's shoulder.

"Fuck off," screamed Will and Morgan took a step back, shocked by the look of pure hate in the other man's eyes.

"Not now, Will," said JJ quietly.

"I thought I finally had my wife back when the bitch died, but that was just another lie."

"She saved my life,"

Will gave a sarcastic laugh. "Yeah, she gets to play hero, while I am stuck at home playing Nanny McPhee." Before anyone could stop him he ran at the two women. His punch caught Emily on the cheek spinning her round before she hit the ground. Taking advantage of the shock in the room he rained kicks at Emily's head and body.

Morgan, the first to react twisted Will's arms behind his back and bodily lifted him away from the defenseless brunette.

"Aarrggh you're breaking my arms," screamed Will.

"Just be glad I haven't killed you."

JJ dropped to her knees "Em talk to me, please. Em open your eyes, " no one could miss the hysteria in her voice.

The brunette started to cough, leaving a fine spray of blood on JJ's arm.

Hotch already had his phone in his hand. "Medic needed, officer down."

TBC