chapter 19

Hey guys! I'm glad you're enjoying this story! I have a question for you:

should i write the next chapter, then find a good stopping place and continue with a sequel? I feel like this one is getting long, so all i would do it create a "new story" and continue it there. What do you think?

disclaimer: i do not own any of the criminal minds characters, i do own the victims/suspects/officers.

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

RATED : Mature Audiences only

please leave any comments below, this is my first criminal minds fabrication! please let me know what i can do better!

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Everyone standing outside of Emily's room could hear her sobs.

"Go make sure the SUV is ready outside, please." Hotch ordered the officer on duty.

He hesitated until he felt Hotch's gaze on his face and left.

"What do we do?" JJ turned to Hotch, Morgan and Rossi. Reid and Garcia were in charge of pulling the car up and packing their stuff into it.

Morgan shook his head in frustration. He could handle listening to her painful sobs.

JJ knocked softly on the door.

"Em? Are you okay?"

She heard shuffling and Emily desperation trying to pull herself together.

"Uh huh, I'm fine. I'm almost ready." Emily lied, thankful for the closed door.

A few minutes later a tired looking Prentiss walked out. Hotch, Morgan and JJ were all staring at her.

"I'm fine. Let's go." She said firmly.

She was dressed in the navy blue sweatshirt and the grey sweatpants. She was glad that neither were too tight.

Before they were able to leave, a nurse came up and handed Emily a packet of information.

"Make sure you read over this, it's how to care for you injuries while at home. You also need to see a doctor back home for follow ups." The brown haired woman said.

Emily nodded, "Thanks."

"Good luck." The nurse replied.

Emily broke eye contact as she began walking away.

Hotch walked behind her carrying her one go bag. Her other clothes had been kept as evidence and were being sent back to Quantico.

They made their way to the front of the hospital and walked through the big glass doors.

Emily held her injured arm close to her body while walking down the stairs. She suddenly had the urge to sink down and hide from all the people outside. Her breathing picked up and JJ noticed.

"Em, are you okay?" She whispered.

Emily gave a quick nod. The black SUV was already pulled up and behind it was a second one. Reid was in the second one, while Garcia was in the first.

"JJ, Emily and Morgan you guys go with Garcia. Dave and I will ride with Reid." Hotch directed.

Emily was the last one to get into the car. She struggled to step up into the car because of how big the step up was. Her private area still ached, and she was sore all over.

Morgan wanted to help her, but he knew better. He just watched as she struggled to get into the car. When she was able to get in, she sat down closest to the window and closed her eyes.

"Alrighty, are we all set?" Garcia asked in her usual chirpy voice.

"Let's get outta here." Morgan responded.

They drove in silence except for Garcias occasional chatter to Derek.

Emily kept her eyes on the scenery outside. She watched as the people outside passed, continuing on with their lives. They had no idea about the evil that was now apart of her life.

They finally arrived back at the jet, and all piled into it like ants. They began settling in and putting their stuff away. Emily stood there doing nothing. She watched as they all settled in and got comfortable. How could she do the same? Everything hurt, and she didn't want the constant questioning of her team. She took a seat on one of the longer benches towards the right side of the jet. Reid and Morgan sat next to each other, joking around and teasing each other. JJ sat across from them and was texting Will. Then Hotch and Rossi sat towards the back to finish the paperwork from the case. Well now cases, once being her own.

As everyone sat down and started drifting off, Emily couldn't force herself to close her eyes. She was in constant fear of it knowing what was happening around her. She would flinch at the smallest noises, or the shuffling of one of her teammates. Derek, Reid and JJ we all fast asleep. She realized they had probably stayed awake for days while searching for her, then doubted any of them slept when she was in the hospital. She blamed herself. She was weakening the team, and forcing them to pay for her problem.

She was staring out the window for what seemed like hours until her eyelids became heavy. She shifted into a more comfortable position on the seat and drifted into a deep sleep.

"Emily...sweet Emily wake up!" Chris whispered into her ear. She could feel his warm breath on her ear. She jerked awake and looked around. She was back at the house Chris brought her to the first time. The cement walls were enclosed around her and she was strapped to the bed, her ankles forced apart at the bottom.

"Help! Help me please!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Nobody can hear you Emily. It's just us." He said, grinning. He began climbing on top of her and moved his hands up and down her soft, pale skin.

"You're a beautiful princess, you know that right?" He said, burying his face into her neck, leaving a wet kiss trail down her body. This couldn't be happening again. How could this be possible.

"Get your hands off me! Please let me go!" She pleaded with him.

"Emily...Emily...Emily!" She could hear somebody screaming in the distance. Somebody had found her! They were coming!

"Emily! Em wake up, it's Hotch." Hotch said, trying not to talk too loud and wake the others.

He touched her shoulder and she flinched and shot up. She was panting and her eyes were wide and fearful.

"No!" She screamed once more, then her eyes changed. She recognized him and had fully woken up.

"Em, you're okay. It was just a dream." He said, sympathizing for her.

She nodded, "Yeah.." She said unsure. She looked around, thankful that the others hadn't woken up.

"How did you..."

"You were whimpering and twisting around. I knew you were dreaming. I want the others to wake up." He said, "are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?"

"Thanks, I'm fine though, really." She said looking at her feet.

"Emily, you're going to have to talk about it eventually. You still have to give your statement." He said, trying to look into her eyes.

"What does it matter, you already caught him. He's locked up. Everyone knows he's guilty."

He stopped for a second. They had never told her Chris escaped...