Hi! Here's Chapter 5. I would like to thank those of you who review. I try to respond to the reviews but if I don't, please know that I appreciate them and I enjoy getting them. :). Again, I would like to thank flashpenguin for being my beta. She always does an incredible job with what I send her.
It's the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter." Marlene Dietrich
Emily quietly stepped through the hallway of the two bedroom suite, slowly making her way to the living room of the suite. She sighed deeply as she sat on the couch. She'd had the dream again, the one with the little girl and the car. The little girl had been part of a case Emily had worked when she had first joined the FBI, when she'd been stationed in Alaska. While it had never been a particularly scary dream, Emily felt very uneasy tonight.
"Prentiss what's wrong?" Dave's voice made her turn quickly.
"Did I wake you?" Emily asked avoiding his question.
"No, I was on my way back from the bathroom. Is something wrong?" Dave's voice was closer and she could see his shadow looming toward the couch.
"A case is haunting me," she sighed.
"What is it?" he asked. The couch dipped as he sat on the opposite end.
"It was one of my first cases in the field. By all accounts it shouldn't haunt me." She took in a breath. "I was brand new in the field and I was assigned with another agent to take a little girl back to her parents who were in the Witness Protection program."
"Why were they separated?"
Emily closed her eyes to remember. "I don't know all the details but somehow the little girl was kidnapped and the parent's real identity was found out, so they had to be relocated again in a different state. The little girl was found unharmed but by that time, her parents had already gone to the continental US and there weren't enough US Marshals to take her to Montana." She took in a breath and continued talking. "We took a plane to Washington and then drove to Montana." A pause and then a shrug of one shoulder. "The case ended well; she was reunited with her parents and everything seemed to be great. I started having these dreams about a year later."
"What happens in the dream?" he encouraged.
"Usually we're in the car and the two of us are laughing." There was another pause. "Nothing scary. Tonight though, she was scared. She didn't say anything, she just looked at me."
There was silence and Emily turned to look at the microwave clock, the red block numbers read 2:07 am. "After I have a dream like this I have trouble sleeping unless someone else is in the room."
Dave got up and took her hand. "Come to my room."
Heavy silence followed his words. "Dave, I thought…" Emily started.
"We're both professionals Emily. Plus, it's a king sized bed, so I doubt we'll be able to even reach each other." Dave said.
Emily yawned "Fine, but only because I know that you'd join me in my room if I didn't join you in yours."
They walked down the hall to Dave's room, through the open curtains Emily could see that one side of the bed hadn't been slept in. She quietly slipped in and curled up, trying to get warm.
Dave went to the room heater and after turning it on he went to his side of the bed. Emily was still awake and Dave turned to her. "If you want I can turn on the radio for you."
"No, thank you." Emily's voice was soft.
"Good night."
"Good night."
Dave fell asleep after that, but he was woken up about an hour later by noise outside. After figuring out that it was nothing he needed to worry about, he lay back down. Emily was fast asleep and he could see her in the moonlight. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he looked at her. While he was attracted to Emily, he'd purposely never spent too much time looking at her. He hadn't wanted Strauss or Hotch to figure out his feelings. Now neither boss was there so he could look to his hearts content.
In the moonlight she looked incredibly soft. The blanket had been pushed down to her waist so only a sheet covered her. While he couldn't see details, he could see some of her body, the tightness of her abs gave way to the soft rise of her breasts and then dipped down to her throat and then back up to form her chin and the rest of her face.
Emily suddenly turned shifting positions so she was on her side not her back, waking up a little bit. "Is it time to wake up?" she mumbled sleepily, seeing that Dave was sitting up.
"No," he replied quietly. "I heard a noise outside, but it's fine; go back to sleep."
She nodded and closed her eyes again, falling asleep almost instantly. Dave hesitantly reached out and brushed the hair out of her face. He felt the silky strands between his fingers as he played with them and the faint smell of her shampoo drifted up to his nose. He only let go of the strands when he felt his body react, as he remembered the kiss they had shared the night before.
Saint Aaron. He lay back down as he mentally started listing Saints to keep his mind off of Emily and how his body was reacting to her. Saint Abraham, St. Adrian, St. Alexander, St. Anthony….
Despite not having much sleep, Dave woke up quiet easily when the wakeup call came from the front desk.
"Emily?" Dave turned to the female agent after he hung up the phone.
"I heard." Emily groggily sat up and tried to get her bearings.
"We have only one interview today before going to Big Stone Gap," he reminded as he pushed himself out the bed. There was enough time to get a shower before they hit the road and he was going to need one…a very cold one.
She nodded and rubbed her eyes. "Okay."
Emily went to her room to get ready while Dave tried to regain some decorum of professionalism.
Forty-five minutes and a quick bite later, they left the hotel.
"Thanks for last night," Emily thanked him. "After those kinds of dreams I don't sleep well unless there's someone else in the room."
"I understand; I've worked this job too Em." David smiled slightly as they pulled out into traffic "I've had those dreams from time to time."
Emily nodded and leaned back into the seat as David drove to Wytheville.
The interview in Wytheville didn't take long, and the two FBI agents were in Big Stone Gap by noon.
"Is there anything else that you can remember about the day you were stabbed?" Emily asked their latest interviewee Jessica.
"I remember my friend called my phone like a million times." Jessica had been nineteen when she had been stabbed; she was now twenty one and was moving on with her life. "The ring tone finally annoyed the doctors so much they turned it off."
"Anything else?" David asked, trying to jog her memory for that one bit of information that might hold a clue.
"She was calling about Wellington Dayton being in town; apparently she was psyched about meeting a millionaire," Jessica remembered slowly.
Emily and David glanced at each other, it wasn't much but it was more than they had before.
Finishing the interview, they departed and went out to the car. As soon as Emily got her seatbelt on she called Garcia. She wanted to see where Wellington Dayton had been for the last few years.
Penelope Garcia was stressed. The server in the FBI building had blown and she needed to work around it to get the BAU the things they needed.
"Garcia, I need you to look something up for me," Emily greeted.
"Sure Peaches. What is it?" Garcia asked and she prepared her computers.
"Wellington Dayton. I need to know where he's been for the past two years. Do you think you can pull up his history for Rossi and me?"
"Chica, that question actually insults me," Garcia teased. "Of course I can. I will have it to you within an hour. The server in our building took a dump and I have to work my magic another way today."
"And you'll be great"
"Great is an understatement, but thanks for the vote of confidence."
"Thank you, PG." Emily hung up and turned to Rossi. "We will have the information within an hour." She conveyed Garcia's message to her partner.
"All right, until then, let's go to lunch," Rossi decided looking at the clock, it was well after noon and they were both hungry since neither one of them had had a very big breakfast earlier.
"I saw a mall café on Main Street." Emily looked out the window. "Go down four blocks and turn right, after a quarter mile, you should be there."
"You find your way around new towns very easily," Dave noticed as he began to follow her directions.
"The product of moving so many times as a child, I've got the impeccable ability to find my way around a town I've never even lived in." Her dry reply was instant and she smiled thinly. "It's actually helped me more than once."
Once they were settled in the café, they quickly ordered, then turned back to talking about the case. But before they were able to really able to talk about the possible suspect, Penelope called back.
"Okay I've worked around the entire server and I've got one thing to say to you girlfriend," Penelope said quickly.
"What's that Garcia?"
"I think we've found our Unsub."
"Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned." James Joyce
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