chapter 17

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this story will become very dark and may contain material that upsets some peoole

RATED : Mature Audiences only

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When he was finally able to pull himself away from her side, he walked outside.

He could feel the rage building up inside him. The pure hatred towards Chris built every time he saw her. She was broken, and he didn't know if she would ever be the same. He punched a wall across from her room, and held his hand in pain after. A nurse rushed over to him, hearing the loud crack.

"I'm fine." He said sharply.

The young woman stopped and nodded. She went back to the desk and continued her work.

He stood there, staring at the huge brown wooden door. Behind that door was his partner. The woman he had spent countless stake outs with, went to get coffee at three in the morning because the case was a tough one. The woman who he cared for.

He didn't notice when Garcia walked up behind him.

"Derek?" She asked concerned.

He gasped and jumped around.

"Jesus Penelope! Don't sneak up on me like that!" He said, holding his chest.

"Sorry.." She said shocked.

"Baby girl, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap like that." He said, pulling her into a hug.

She nodded, "How is she?"

"She's scared, tired, hurt." He said, sighing, "she wasn't afraid of me at least. She doesn't like being touched though."

Garcia nodded and pulled him into a hug.

"She's gunna be okay. I bought her some fun stuff I want to set up in her room." Garcia said cheerfully, revealing a bag full of glittering objects.

Derek couldn't help but smile.

"You're amazing Penelope Garcia, you know that right?"

"How could I not?" She said smiling at him.

He smiled back then she slowly opened the door to Emily's room.

Once inside, she began finding perfect places to set each item. One was a glittery pink pen, and she also had stacks of books and magazines.

Garcia was on her way out when she hear whimpering. Confused, she turned around to face Emily's bed. She could see her moving around uncomfortably.

"No...please...no" Emily whimpered softly.

"Oh...oh my gosh." Garcia said, rushing back to Emily's side, "Em? It's okay, it's okay you're safe. Please wake up. Please wake up."

Tears were now streaming down both women's faces, Garcia didn't want to touch her because of what Morgan had told her. She didn't want to scare Emily even more.

"Chris! Stop! Please!" Emily began yelling and jerking under the blankets.

"Emily! You're just dreaming! Wake up!" Garcia shouted this time, loud enough to get Morgan's attention.

She decided she had to slightly shake Emily to get her to wake up. The second she touched her, Emily recoiled from her touch.

"No!" She screamed, opening her eyes. Her brown eyes went darting around the room, as she breathed heavily.

"Garcia! What happened!?" Morgan asked, running to her.

"She–she was having a dream." Garcia stuttered out.

"Emily? Can you hear me?" Morgan said, crouching down beside the bed.

Emily looked at him and started crying. Tears were pouring out of her eyes like waterfalls.

Morgan wanted to hug her so bad, to hold her and tell her everything was going to be okay. But he knew it would only make everything worse.

"Em, do you want to tell us about it?" Penelope asked quietly, knowing what her response would be.

Emily shook her head quickly.

"I'm okay."

Garcia nodded.

"Em, what do you want us to do?" Morgan asked.

"Can you turn on the tv?" Emily requested.

"Of course. What channel?"

"Anything. It doesn't matter." Emily responded.

Morgan nodded. He found the show 'Friends' and decided to put it on. It was a happier show at least.

They sat in the white room together, until morning watching the sitcom. Morgan noticed Emily didn't really watch, she stared off into space with an empty look. He was worried about her and couldn't do anything about it.

A couple hours later, Emily had fallen. ack asleep and Morgan and Garcia met everybody else in the waiting area. They all looked exhausted despite the cots available.

"Has there been any updates on Chris?" Morgan asked.

"Not really, nobody has seen him and he's not at his house." Rossi said.

"Well then, when she can go home we can just fly back. Let the locals handle him. We can't stay and risk putting her in more danger." Morgan said.

Hotch nodded.

The doctor walked into the room and waited for them to quiet down.

"We have Agent Prentiss's release papers ready. She is able to go home with you all whenever. However, we do have to suggest a rape kit. It would be best if we perform it as soon as possible." He said sadly.

"A rape kit? Are you serious? There is no doubt that Chris raped her." Morgan yelled, anger rising within him.

The doctor opened his mouth to speak but JJ cut him off.

"Morgan, they need it to prosecute him when they find him. It's her only way to fight back. We at least have to let her decide." JJ said.

Morgan thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Fine. But it's her decision."

"I'll ask her." JJ said.

"I'll come with you." Morgan immediately said after.

"Morgan, I'm going in there alone. She's going to be embarrassed and scared. It will be better if it's another woman telling her," JJ replied softly, "trust me. She doesn't want everyone to know."

Morgan was silent for a second, then nodded.

"You're right."

JJ smiled slightly, and squeezed his shoulder as she walked past him down the light blue halls.

She gently knocked when she reached Emily's door before entering.

"Emily?"

She heard Emily sniffle and then she turned around.

"I know what needs to be done. You're coming here to tell me about the rape kit." She said weakly, playing with her hands in her lap.

"Yeah...it's your decision. We will support either choice." JJ said, slowly sitting down on the edge of the bed.

Emily was sitting in the middle of the bed with her knees close to her chest. The white sheets surrounded her and she looked so broken.

She looked up at the ceiling and exhaled heavily.

"I know what I need to do, should do. But I can't make myself do it," Tears we're now making their way down her face, "ya know? Those tests...women say they're worse than the actual–" She paused for a moment,

"assault." When she said the word assault, her voice softened and she wiped away tears.

"Emily, you don't have to do anything. We can pack up right now and go. Or you can have the kit done here, then we leave. I will stay with you throughout the whole thing if you want. Only if that's what you want." JJ said, resisting the urge to hold her hand.

Emily didn't say anything for a couple minutes. Her mind was debating her options. Her mind was filled with the unimaginable horrors or a rape kit. But in the back of her mind, she knew she had to. If she wanted to see that asshole in prison, she had to do it. But she didn't want to be alone.

"I'll...I'll uh..I'll do it." She finally managed to say. Once it was out there she knew she couldn't take it back.

"Ok, I'll go let the doctors know. Is there anything else you need?" Jj asked, silently hoping she would let JJ be there for her.

"Uhh, yeah actually. Would you...uh would you mind staying with me? I just...don't want to be alone." Emily said quietly, not making eye contact with JJ.

"Of course Em. I'll go tell the doctor now, okay?"

Emily nodded quickly then pulled her knees all the way up to her chest.

JJ saw how broken Emily looked and her heart ached for her. She left the room and found the doctor. This was about to happen.