chapter 22

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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Emily looked across the cold metal table and saw JJ sitting there. She had a pen in her hand, and a pad of notebook paper. Emily lowered her eyes down and her leg was bouncing under the table,

"Em, you ready?" JJ asked softly.

"Yeah, let's get this over with." Emily said biting her lip.

"Ok, so let's start with the first night. I know it was a while ago, but just tell me everything you remember."

"Ok, uhh, I remember leaving to go down to the lobby of the hotel for advil. But when I was walking down the hall, someone came up behind me and knocked me out."

"Do you know was he used to hit you?" JJ asked.

"No, um...it was hard? Sorry."

"It's okay Em, keep going." JJ encouraged.

"Uh, I woke up tied to a chair in a basement. I think it was some type of cellar. But I know the stairs led outside because when he opened it, I saw sunlight."

Emily paused and gulped. That was the time Chris brought Dale down. She started breathing heavily, and her eyes widened. Her mind went back to that moment. Then she remembered the name carved into her skin. Forever.

"Emily? You okay? Em?" JJ asked, looking at the brunette across from her struggle to remain in control.

"Um, yeah yeah. I'm fine." Emily said blinking away the memories.

"Uh, then he came over to me and started kissing me, grabbing my...my breasts, and biting my neck," She closed her eyes and tilted her head, "then he picked up his knife and cut me across my chest." She said, noticing her hand went up to her chest unknowingly. JJ saw the gesture and her heart broke.

"Then I think a few days later he brought one of his friends down. His name was..uh..Ryan I think. That's when this got...um worse. Ryan was sadistic and emotionless. He was the first to...to rape me." Emily said staring blankly into the wall.

The rest of the time Emily spent giving her statement was awful. JJ found herself dying inside, knowing the hell Emily had gone through. She was raped multiple times, by multiple men. How was she so strong? How did she survive that, it seemed impossible.

When Emily finally finished telling what had happened to her, the two remained silent for a couple moments.

"Em, I–" She didn't know what to say. What do you say to your best friend after she tells you about the worst experience of her life. A simple "I'm sorry" is no where near enough.

"I'm so sorry...that–that we didn't fine you sooner." JJ said quietly.

"JJ, it's not your fault. Please don't blame yourself." Emily said looking down at her fingers.

JJ nodded and stood up. She gathered the notepad and pen and opened the door.

"I'll give this to Hotch so he can send it to be processed. We're gunna get him, Em." JJ said to the brunette.

"Thanks JJ, for listening."

"No problem. Let me know if you need anything, ok Em? Anything."

Emily nodded and stood up. She could still feel the bruises between her legs, and the sting of her incision. Constant reminders of what happened to her.

The two women exited the interview room and walked back to the BAU. Hotch was waiting for them, and when he saw them he called Emily into his office.

"Yeah Hotch?" Emily said nervously.

"We have some other business we need to discuss."

"What about?" Emily asked.

"Your job. You have to consider the idea that the BAU isn't the best place for you right now." Hotch said.

"What do you mean? Are you suggesting I leave?" Emily asked, anger boiling inside her.

"No, Emily I'm not saying that. But you need to consider what you want. Are you sure this is where you want to be?" He asked, remaining calm.

"Yes. I'm not leaving." She said firmly.

"Alright. Then we need to talk about the mandatory therapy. Strauss has already scheduled some sessions for you. She also told me you are to be on desk duty until your therapist clear you, understood?"

"Hotch, I don't need someone to talk to my problems about. I am f–"

"Fine. Yeah I know you're fine. It is still mandatory. You either complete the sessions or you won't be able to come back. I'm sorry but that's the only way."

Emily felt the anger build up. The suddenly it was angst and sadness. Her emotions had been all over the place since she was rescued.

She just walked out without saying anything and walked past Morgan.

"Prentiss? What happened?" He tried to ask her, but she kept walking.

Once they got to the car, Morgan looked at her.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

She didn't say anything for a moment but then she couldn't stop it. "Hotch says I have to complete therapy in order to come back. I'm fine!" She responded.

"Em, maybe it will help. You never know, you should give it a chance."

She shook her head and sighed.

"I just want things to go back to normal. I don't want to feel like this anymore. I'm sick of it." She said, her voice cracking.

"I know Em, but that's gunna take work. But I promise you, it will. It will get better."

She heard his words, but she knew they were just going through and leaving out the other side.

So sorry i haven't updated in forever! My stopped working and i just got caught up with other things! So i've finished this story and will update periodically!