To See You Again Chapter 3
"Relax my beloved don't worry for me. Don't shed a tear for me. Always be near for me. Promise you'll smile for me. Don't ever cry for me. You know these walls may fall down. But I still hold on to you…"
Sometimes she really hated her job. They watched the drama unfold at the office and as soon as the building blew up, she picked up the phone to book her flight.
She knew that the team could not all go to London to be with Emily. As much as they wanted, it was not a possibility.
She didn't need to ask. She didn't care. All she could think about was her pregnant friend. A friend who had always been there for her. A friend she protected, putting her job on the line, to make sure that the mad man, will finally stop hunting her and haunting her dreams. A friend she has missed these past few months since she moved.
She and Hotch argued who gets to go. There was no relenting and Hotch gave in. He knew JJ was right. He was the BAU Unit Chief and the team needs him.
They all love and care for Emily.
She cried. She felt pain. She cannot imagine what she would have done if she had lost Will.
Her friend had finally found happiness and in a blink of an eye, it had been taken from her.
Her friend needs her. She knows that her friend hates looking vulnerable. She will lie. She will say she's fine. She will act strong. But she she knows her better. Because she had been the only one who had seen her break down after the Doyle case. That one night, they had talk and talk and finally, she let go and cried. That was her final goodbye to her past. Goodbye to Matthew and Italy. Goodbye to Ian Doyle and the shame she felt. She made her understand that, if she had not done what she did, then she would have hundreds and possibly, thousands of blood in her hands. The man was selling weapons to terrorists, Weapons that were meant to kill innocent people. She had nothing to be ashamed of. She should be proud.
Emily was never the type to pour out her soul. But Jennifer had been the one, besides Hotch, that she trusted with her secrets and fears.
Finally, she moved on. She found happiness.
She closed her eyes and tries not to think of Emily sad. She pictured Emily, dark, wide eyes, laughing as Morgan and Rossi teased her about her clumsiness at the bar when the team went out the night before. Or their girls nights out and her "out of this world" high tolerance for alcohol but her "mother ball hangovers" the following morning.
God, how she misses Emily's filthy mouth and sense of humor. She's so unlike the "Ambassador's daughter" that people often see when she's on the job.
She drifted off to see with happy thoughts of her friend. She needs to sleep because when she gets to London, she will have to be strong for her.
She woke up when she hears the captain announced that they will be landing in half hour. She got up and went to the lavatory to wash her face and brush her teeth. She applied some foundation and light lipstick.
As soon as the plane landed, she quickly went through customs.
She spotted Emily's father and waved at him.
"Hello, Sir."
"Hello Jennifer. Please, call me Robert. Thank you for coming to be with Emily."
"There's no place I'd rather be right now, Sir. I meant, Robert."
"She needs you. She may not say it, but right now, there's nothing her mother and I can do for her."
"I will try my best, sir."
"Thank you again."
JJ sat in the back, as Emily's father sat in the front with the driver.
Emily never really talked about her family's fortune. Emily had mentioned growing up with a nanny and having a cook. But she had never realized how rich Emily's family was until they arrived at a beautiful house. The house was just outside London.
Emily's father opened the door for her and told her to go inside the house. Bradley, their driver, will take her bag to the guest room.
She opened the door and found Emily's mother standing in the living.
It was obvious that she had been crying.
She walked over to her and gave her a hug.
"Jennifer, how was your flight?"
"It was fine, Mrs. Prentiss."
"What did I tell you Jennifer, call me Elizabeth."
:Sorry, I always forget."
"It's fine, sweetheart. Em, she's in the bedroom."
"I'll go see her now."
"Go on, dear."
She walked up the stairs and knocked lightly on the door.
"Em, it's me. It's JJ. Can I come in, sweetie?"
She heard light footsteps and the door opened.
Her friend, even with no make-up, she was so beautiful.
She pulled her into a hug and told her, to let go. To cry. To be mad. Because she had every right to feel what she feels.
Her friend sobbed. Her shoulder wet with her tears.
Her heart broke. But she didn't cry. She has to be the strong one.