Kaitlin's P.O.V
A woman, probably from the state or something was talking to Emily. What time was it? I looked outside. There was light. Must be morning. Emily had stayed with me all through the night…I was surprised, but grateful. The woman was explaining that I had no relatives to stay with, both my parents had no siblings, there parents were dead, and I had one distant cousin or something, but he was a registered sex offender, and so obviously they would not let me stay there. I would have to be taken to a foster home. Emily was nodding. She was explaining how she already knew. "Well, I can take her for now. I have the money and the space," Emily explained. "That might be okay. You'll have to fill out some paper work, and you might just want to quickly check with Kaitlin, but I guess, besides foster care, what else is there…" The woman said. "Can you bring the paperwork here?" Emily asked, "because I'm not going to leave her here alone." "Yes. I'll be back with it later this afternoon." The woman said, and left.
Emily walked back into my room. "Hey, honey, how are you feeling?" She asked. "Well, I'm not really sure… everything's happening so fast. I was just stabbed, rushed into emergency surgery, and told my parents and brother were dead…I hurt a little…the morphine is helping, though…and I'm scared….where will I go when I'm all set at the hospital?" I asked. "Well, Kaitlin, I wanted to talk to you about that. How would you feel about living with me? It would be temporary, but until you are recovered and they find you a home…." Emily said. "That would be…great…and uhmm Emily?" I said. "Yes?" She asked. "Thank you. So much." I said. "You're welcome," I told her. "I'm going to back to your house and pack up your clothes and things…I'll take them to my apartment. I live right near here." She explained and left.
Emily Prentiss would be taking care of me. What would that be like? She was an FBI agent. Would she be gone all the time? She seemed so nice, though, but she was not my mom. She just wasn't.