Kaitlin's POV
I had fallen asleep. Images of my parents and brother filled my head. Good ones. Happy memories. Slowly they turned bad. Blood and hate filled my mind. Then I felt the pain. Of being stabbed, of losing them. I screamed. I was crying. Emily ran in. "Kaitlin? Kaitlin, honey, it's okay, I'm here!" She rushed to my side. I was sobbing. I put my head on her shoulders and cried harder. She held me. She held me close and didn't let me go. I felt so safe. She whispered softly in my ear, soothing me, "Shh…shh…it's okay…I'm here…everything will be okay…" "I'm sorry. I'm sorry…" I sobbed into her shoulder. "No, your okay, it's fine…" She said to me. I wiped my eyes. "I'm sorry," she said again quietly. . You have some medicine that we can pick up to help with the pain. Are you ready?" She asked me.
I nodded slowly. She gave me some clothes. I after I changed, we climbed into her car and left.
Her phone rang again. "Hotch," she said into the phone. "No, I can't talk about this now. Yeah, JJ's coming. No. She's staying with me. No, Hotch, well, too bad." She hung up. "Kaitlin, if you're up to it, tomorrow we have to go to the BAU. But if you're not up to it I can tell them we can't go." She explained. "No…no, I'm fine. I'd love to go…" I said nodding my head. "Good," She smiled. We pulled into the parking lot of her apartment complex. It wasn't dumpy, but it wasn't extremely fancy. "Here we are," she said helping me out of the car. My stomach hurt sometimes, but I knew it would. I had just gotten stabbed. "So do you play any instruments? Sports?" She asked. I grinned. We walked up the stairs and inside her apartment and she put my bag on a chair. "I sing, I play the piano, guitar and drums, and I write my own stuff, too," I told her. "Well, JJ has a piano at her house, and I grabbed your guitar from your house. I bet JJ wouldn't mind if you came over and played her piano sometimes," She laughed. I smiled. "Do you like pizza?" I nodded. She picked up the phone and ordered a pizza. "You can sit down and hang out, hon," She said, and I sat down on the couch. "If you need anything let me know. I'm gonna go set up a room for you. JJ'll just come in when she gets here," she told me, and walked down the hall.
I looked around. Her place was nice. There was a small kitchen, a couch, two bedrooms, and a bathroom. JJ let herself in. She took of her shoes and saw me sitting on the couch. "Hi, I'm Jennifer Jareau. JJ…," She said smiling. "Hi, I'm Kaitlin," I said. "Nice to meet you," She said sitting down in the chair across from me. "So, you know what happened…right?" I asked her quietly. "Yeah. And I'm so sorry," she said. I could tell she wasn't just saying that from that sad look in her eyes. I looked her over. She was beautiful: a porcelain complexion, blue eyes, and blond hair that was parted to the side perfectly. She was tall, but probably a bit shorter than Emily. There was silence. Then, Emily walked in. "Hey, JJ. I see you've met Kaitlin," She said. She went into the fridge and grabbed two beers and a bottle of water. She handed a beer to JJ and handed me the water. "Thanks," I said. They asked me some questions. Trying to get to know me. "How old are you?" JJ asked. "I'm fourteen, as of…the day my family got taken away from me," I said coldly, not intending the anger at her, but at whoever had killed them. Emily smiled slightly, "JJ did you bring it?" She asked. JJ looked at me. "She handed me a bag that she had brought in with her. It was a cake. "I picked it up on my way here," she told me. There was also a card, signed by the team: Hotch, Rossi, Reid, Morgan, Garcia, Emily and JJ had signed it. "Thank you so much," I said quietly. I was crying once again. I had cried so much in the last week. Probably more than I had in my entire life.
Emily hugged me. She held me and once again I felt safe.
The door bell rang. That was the pizza. JJ got up to get it. I wiped my eyes. "I'm sorry," I murmured. "For what? You haven't done anything wrong...I want you to know that I'm always gonna be here for you," She told me. She got up to get plates, and JJ sat down next to me. "Hey…life sucks sometimes, but it's the people around you who are gonna make it a whole hell of a lot better. Tomorrow, meeting the people we work with everyday is gonna make you feel so much better. And Emily…well, you're lucky you're with her. She's funny, she's smart, and she's good at making you feel better. And I'm here for you too, honey," She said and hugged me. I hugged her back and whispered, "Thanks," into her ear.
We ate dinner and a little while later, JJ left. Emily looked out the window. "It's almost Christmas…and we're getting our first snow right now," she said grinning. I had completely forgotten about Christmas. I had noticed the small tree in the living room, but hadn't really thought about it.
"What do you want for Christmas, Kaitlin?" Emily asked me, "Is there something in particular that I could get you?"
I sighed. I didn't want to say my family…but that's what I was thinking. That was the only thing. "I don't want to sound ungrateful, but I want my family back, my old life back, and…" a tear rolled down my face. "Oh, I know, and you don't sound ungrateful, it's alright, sweety," Emily assured me.
I always thought I was stronger than this. In fact, I know am. So why is it so hard for me to not cry? To not hold back how much it hurts?