Sisters

The next day Carrie was dismissed from the hospital after having one final examination. They left her in a cast on her ankle and her arm in a cast and sling. They also informed her she had to come back in two weeks for them to have another look at her stomach. Her casts could also come off then and she'd have to undergo physiotherapy. Emily answered she'd make sure she attended. To Emily's relief they also discussed getting a therapist for her to talk to so she could overcome her trauma.

Though Emily didn't want to leave Aaron she knew she couldn't stay as they weren't related. She also didn't want to let her baby sister out of her sight scared she'd lose her again. Before she left she checked that the monitors were still registering that he was stable. To her relief they were.

She then left with Carrie to her second home that she still had in Virginia even though she now worked out of London. Carrie stepped in a little nervously having never been here before and took in the spacious luxurious of her sister;s place. She was also surprised at how empty it looked; like no-one even lived here.

"Sorry sis, I don't really spend much time here. I bought it to stay in when I visited family and friends. I've got some food in though," she answered walking in and throwing her bag onto her couch.

"You're sure I'm not intruding," she answered nervously.

Emily went over to her and placed her hands carefully on her shoulders. "Carrie, if I didn't want you here I wouldn't have brought you here. You're my sister. What's mine is yours..." She nodded. "Why don't you have a wash? You've just come out of hospital. A wash always makes me feel better."

"Good idea," she smiled. She then looked down and added, "Will you help me? I'm a little stuck."

"Of course," Emily smiled. She'd quite happily helped look after Carrie when she was just a toddler and baby and loved to help her even now despite their seventeen year age difference.

She wheeled her baby sister into the bathroom and helped her wash herself being careful of her stomach, arm and ankle. Emily assured her she was quite alright with helping her with this and would do anything for her. Carrie answered she would do anything for her too.

"Emily, what are we going to do with my hair? It hasn't been brushed for seven years. It's got to be a mess," Carrie said.

"I could try running a brush through it," she answered picking up a brush. She tried to run it through but it got stuck almost as soon as she started brushing. "Carrie.."

"Yes Emmy," she answered nervously.

"The brush got stuck. We're going to have to cut it out."

"Emmy, just shave it. It'll be neater and my hair will only remind me of Darrell. I'd rather grow it all again and start afresh. It might even be fun to be bald for a while."

She knew Carrie had always had a thing for the bad boys just like she had and wanted to help her move on. She hated to see her sister so down and knew she had really loved Darrell in the beginning. "You've always been a bit of a rebel," she smiled.

"You always taught me to do what I wanted," Carrie smiled back.

"Best way to be happy."

Emily got out the clippers and made sure they had a battery in them then she switched them on.

"Ready?" she asked.

"Ready," Carrie smiled beginning to get a little excited. She'd wanted to shave her head since she was fifteen but her parents had always said no. Now she was twenty-eight it was finally happening.

Emily placed it on the lowest setting and placed them at the beginning of her sister's hairline. She then started shaving off her sister's hair strip by strip seeing each strip turn from a strip of hair into a strip of skin.

Once she'd finished she asked, "razor?"

"Yes please," Carrie smiled.

Emily grabbed the shaving gel and spread it over her sister's newly bald head and rubbed it in. She then took the guard off the razor and ran it over her sister's head shaving off all the stubble cleaning the razor as she went.

Once she was finished she wiped clean her sister's head and told her it was done.

"How does it look?" Carrie asked looking up nervously.

"Wow, you look amazing," Emily smiled at her. "It really suits you."

Emily let Carrie have a look in the mirror and she smiled at her reflection stroking her newly naked scalp. "I love it," she smiled gazing at herself feeling beautiful for the first time in seven years. It felt truly liberating to bare her scalp and seemed to give her a boost of confidence.

"Bald is beautiful," Emily smiled stroking her sister's newly bald head. "You look gorgeous."

"Thanks Em. I even feel it and a whole lot better," she answered unable to stroke her head.

"Glad to hear it."

"Em, do you think Agent Hotchner will wake up tomorrow?"

"Hopefully."

"I'd like to thank him for what he did to save my life."

"Me too."