MDB NOTE: sorry for the delay, everyone. I went down sick yesterday. Fortunately, I'm feeling better now, so will be posting yesterday's chapter and today's back-to-back.
Hi everyone! So…. I completely forgot about Emily Prentiss when I worked on my outlines for this series, which left me grasping about for inspiration. I decided to use a newer song, so there will be no song lyrics in this story. I hope you take the time to listen to the song though. It's really good- and that's coming from someone who prefers classic Christmas carols.
As always, we don't own anything.
Song: Breath of Heaven
Prefered Version: Hannah Kerr
A few days had passed since Prentiss had walked by the barbershop quartet and once again the team found themselves with a quiet day at home. They considered it quite the Christmas miracle really, and each used the precious day to get caught up on desk work and the free evening to relax.
Relaxing wasn't something Emily was used to doing. Her mother had not been very big on teaching her daughter self-care, hence taking time to herself was something that made Emily very uneasy. But one thing that always calmed her mind, was a nice long drive. And that was exactly what she was doing that clear December night. The stars were bright and the roads were mercifully clear. Not many cars were travelling along with her despite the hour and season.
Another thing that the female agent did not care for was being alone with her thoughts, because it was during those quiet moments when she was most honest with herself. Honest about how tired she was and how much she hated bearing the weight of fighting evil day after day. She wasn't quite sure if she could continue in her situation much longer.
"Bestir, O Lord, Thy might, we beseech Thee, and come; and with great power come to our aid…"
The old Advent prayer came to her mind faster than she could stop it. Emily rolled her eyes at herself. She wasn't religious. She hadn't been to mass in years, much less for Advent or Christmas. But there was something comforting in the old words. "With great power come to our aid," the prayer said. Perhaps that was the key. After all was not Christmas the celebration of the defeat of darkness?
Emily pulled over to the side of the road. If anything should could use some comfort tonight. Her phone came out and she searched till she found the whole prayer. She breathed in deep, and as she exhaled began her prayer, beginning as her an old monk had taught her-
"Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me. Bestir O Lord, Thy might, we beseech Thee, and come; and with great power come to our aid, that by the help of Thy grace, that which is hindered by our sins may be hastened by thy merciful forgiveness. Who livest and reignest, with God the Father, in the unity of the Holy Ghost, God, world without end. Amen." Feeling more at peace then she had in a long time, she crossed herself and pulled off of the road, heading back to D.C. She smiled to herself. Perhaps she would ask Rossi if she could join him for Christmas Eve mass after all.
