Emily P.O.V
It was 12am. Poor Kaitlin. She probably hadn't had a good night sleep in a long time. She was always up late with us at the BAU. I parked the BAU's SUV. I had had the SUV since Kaitlin's accident. I pointed to my red Ford Edge.
"That's mine," I told Kaitlin. We walked to the car and I helped her in.
I pulled out of the BAU parking lot and started to drive home.
"I guess I'll get a little closure now that she's in jail…" She told me referring to her family's killer.
"Well that's good," I told her. She fixed her seatbelt so it was tighter, but not hurting her stomach. She cringed when she sat back up.
"Has the medicine been helping at all?" I asked her.
She nodded. "I guess so…a little," She said reaching in the backseat for her bag with the medicine in it.
"There's water in the glove box," I told her, "I always keep on in there just in case."
She reached in the glove box and pulled out the small bottle of water. A piece of paper fell out with it. She picked it up and read it out loud.
"I warned you to stay home," She read. "What does that mean?" I asked her.
I thought of the phone message I had received early, while working Kaitlin's case. Just then, a huge truck came out of nowhere and hit us from my side. The car flipped and started rolling down the hill. I had a flash back from a year ago. I was bringing Dale Schrader, a man who kidnapped his daughter from his ex-wife, and killed 3 people, to the police station with a police officer. Schrader's partner hit our car with a 3-ton truck. Schrader killed the officer and escaped with his partner. I had a concussion and some cuts and bruises and a lot of pain. The car finally stopped rolling. I could taste blood. My head hurt. I looked to Kaitlin.
"Kaitlin?" I croaked.
"Emily? Are you okay?" She asked. Then I blacked out.