Authors Note: Chapter three is up! This is not one of my favorite ones, but the next one will be beter, garunteed! I hope you enjoy

I do not own Criminal Minds

"God!" Emily huffed when she got in the car, "I shouldn't have told you guys. Look where it got me!"

"You know we would have found out anyway." JJ answered calmly.

"This is why I hate working with a bunch of profilers." Emily complained.

"You would have done the same thing if it were me." JJ pointed out.

Emily considered this. She would have done the same thing if this had happened to JJ. She probably would've gone and strangled the man with her bare hands. But this was different. I can protect myself, she thought.

"We're here." JJ broke her thoughts.

"Where is here?"

"The hospital. We are going to get you checked out right away."

Emily groaned, but went in. If she wanted to work this case she didn't have much of a choice. They walked into the hospital together and went to the front desk.

"How may I help you?" An old woman in bright blue scrubs asked.

Emily looked over at JJ; she was the one that's good at talking to people.

"My friend here needs to get checked out by a doctor." JJ gestured to Emily.

"Is there a specific reason?" The lady at the desk asked.

JJ glanced at Emily then back at the woman, "We work at the FBI and she got in an altercation on the job. She needs to be cleared for duty."

"Okay, I will need your health insurance and ID also you need to fill out these papers." The woman told Emily.

Emily took her wallet from her pocket and handed the card over. She then took the clipboard and walked over to the waiting area where she started filling out the information. Around her the waiting room was filled with little kids running around and adults' sitting in chairs reading magazines. There was the consistent sniffling sound that filled the room. Everyone was here for various reasons, a few could be seen cradling hurt bones, coughing constantly, or little children there for routine visits. Emily glanced around the room and could see people giving her odd looks. Great, she sarcastically thought to herself, everyone is staring at me and probably making assumptions about what happened. The longer and longer she thought about it, the more likely she realized that their assumptions were probably right.

"Emily Prentiss?" A nurse asked from the door way.

Hearing her name called, Emily stood up and walked towards the nurse.

"Emily?" She asked.

"Yes." She confirmed and then the doctor walked her down the hall where they took her height and weight. Neither had changed since her last time check- up. After that she was taken to an examination room where the nurse took her temperature and pulse.

"Everything is normal." The nurse told her, "The doctor will be in here momentarily. I need you to put these on." She said handing Emily a pair of the flimsy paper sheets that were supposed to pass as clothing. Emily took them tentatively, and then the nurse left. Emily looked at the things she was supposed to put on and scowled. She took off her clothing and tried to arrange the sheets so they covered her body up. It was a very difficult task to do. Almost as soon as she had it on, the doctor knocked on the door.

"Come in." Emily called.

The doctor that walked in was a short Indian woman. "Hello," She greeted Emily, "How are you feeling today?"

"Well I guess if I was feeling good I wouldn't be here." Emily commented, trying not to be too sarcastic.

"I guess you do have a point." The doctor laughed. "I am Doctor Mylcha. Now it says here that you are in the FBI and got in an altercation on the job. Is that correct?"

"Yes. I need you to clear me for duty."

"Okay, I will need to listen to your heart now." The doctor took out her stethoscope and in rotation made her give a deep breath and then stop. After she finished she had to examine the rest of her body.

"Now from the looks of it you have extensive bruising throughout your body. It's nothing that time won't heal but you will need to stay off of your feet for a while. Is there anything else that has been bothering you?" The doctor asked.

"My left ankle has been hurting, but I can walk on it." Emily confided.

"Okay, so it is not broken, let me take a look at it." The doctor examined her ankle and rotated it around; Emily grimaced.

"Your ankle is sprained." The doctor confirmed, "I will wrap it up and you will need to stay off of it and ice it. You may also need to re wrap your ankle in a few days."

"Okay." Emily agreed.

The doctor took a long wrap out of one of the drawers in her desk and started to wrap her ankle up. "Do you have any more questions?" She asked as she finished wrapping her ankle.

"When am I cleared for duty?" Emily asked impatiently.

"In a few weeks or so. I want you to have another check- up before you are cleared."

Emily could feel herself fill with anger.

"Now, be sure to stay off of your feet. If anything else comes up please feel free to call the hospital and ask for Dr. Mylcha."

"Okay," Emily answered already on her feet. When the doctor left she quickly put her clothing back on and walked directly to the waiting room. JJ was sitting in a chair reading a parenting magazine.

"Hey JJ. Are you ready to go?"

"What did she say?" JJ asked.

"Would you believe me if I said she cleared me for duty?"

"No." JJ laughed.

"Well then it went pretty bad." Emily answered, "Thanks for before." She added.

"No problem. Now come on; let's go to the hotel so you can rest. It looks like you ankle hurts like hell."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Emily smiled limping next to JJ out of the hospital.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enoyed, comment if you can, I really appreciate it! :D