Chapter 6-My Girl

She is naked before me, and it is a beautiful sight. Just like I imagined I watch her as I mix the paints. I will use all the colours of the rainbow for her. "Stay away from me."

"No can do sweetheart, I have to get you ready for your viewing."

"There will be no viewing."

"Oh but there will be and it will draw crowds from around the world," he told her as he began painting her. I take my time on her, she needs to look just right. Now I must begin to prepare her, the paint has dried and she is ready. I stick the needle in and watch as her blood begins to drain from her body. This will take a while but I intend to watch, I want to witness her last breath. I must kiss her one more time, I lean down and press my lips to hers. She bites down hard on my lips, drawing blood this time and I jump back and spit it out on the floor.

Hotch and the team arrive outside the art studio, he was sure this was the place where he had taken her. He prayed he would find her safe and sound, she had to be. She just had to. He couldn't lose her. Breaking down the door they spread out around the room, guns drawn and ready to fire. They saw Emily lying on a table with Miles Davis standing over her, he had heard the noise and pulled out a gun of his very own.

"Drop it Davis," Hotch yelled.

"You drop it."

Hotch distracted him as Morgan snuck up behind him and managed to wrench the gun from his hand tossing it to his partner before cuffing. And roughly dragging him outside, "Come on jackass."

They heard an ambulance coming and knew Garcia must have called them after they got the address. Hotch raced over to the table where she lay naked and covered in paint, he had already started the process of draining her blood. He managed to remove the tube from the side of her neck and placed the scarf that was around her mouth on the wound, pressing down to try to stop the bleeding. She had to be alright. "Your gonna be alright. Just hang in there," he murmured to her. As JJ headed out to show the paramedics where to find them, the rest of the team stood solely nearby praying she would be alright. Reid removed his jacket and draped it over his friend to keep her warm and give her a bit of modesty.

Morgan answered his phone knowing it would be Garcia calling to see if they had found her, "Hey baby girl." He said without his usual cheeriness.

"Is she alright? Please tell me she's alright."

"She's still alive but he did start to drain her blood, I'm not sure how much she lost Pen. The paramedics are with her now."

"She has to be ok Derek, she has to." She said tearing up once again.

The team followed the ambulance to the hospital, Hotch asked if he could be in there with her. He didn't want her to be by herself. Arriving at the hospital he was told he couldn't come any further, he had to wait with the rest of the team in the waiting room. It seemed like they were waiting forever for any news on her. Hotch was pacing back and forth in the waiting room, praying she would be alright just then a doctor stopped in front of them. "She's gonna be just fine. She has lost a significant amount of blood so she will be weak and tired for a few days. But you can go in one at a time for short periods at a time, she needs to rest."

"You should go first Hotch," Morgan said seeing that his boss was worried about his teammate.

"Thanks," he said as he followed the doctor to her room. He stood outside for a few minutes working up the courage to go in and see her. Seeing her earlier, lying on that table had been bad enough.

He stepped into the room, she looked so small lying in that big hospital bed. She was pale now that the paint was washed away from her body and there was a bandage on her neck wound. The steady beep of the machine beside her reminded him that she was just sleeping. She was going to be just fine, he reminded himself and he would be able to tell her how he felt. He sat down on the chair beside her bed and just looked at her before reaching for her hand. He held her small hand in his and smiled. "It's alright now, your safe. I won't let anyone hurt you ever again. I...I was so scared when I realized he had taken you. It made me realize that I had to tell you the truth, I should have told you sooner. I had feelings for you for a while now, I guess I was too scared to tell you because I was worried you wouldn't feel the same way," He said stroking her hand.

"Hotch," she said her voice raspy and weak sounding.

"Em, your awake."

"Did I hear you right, did you say you had feelings for me."

"Ah you heard that did you."

"Was I dreaming it?"

"No I definitely said it."

"Do you mean it?"

"Yes I mean it," he said with a small smile as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the hand he was holding.

"Kiss me," she said trying to keep her eyes open. He laughed as he leaned down to kiss her lips, he knew now that everything would be ok.

Albert Camus said, "A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession."