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Chapter 10:
"We accept the love we think we deserve." Stephen Chbosky
Emily stepped into the bull pen, she'd just finished being questioned by Agent Jefferies and she was ready to continue to work on the current case. Before she did however, she needed to ask some questions. When she got to her desk, she quickly pulled up the number for the FBI Psychologists. She had a few questions of her own and she hoped that a psychologist would give her the answers she needed.
"Who are you calling?" Dave asked, walking up to Emily desk. Clearly he was taking a break from interrogating Morris.
"Dr. Sweets," Emily replied, not looking up from her file. "He's an FBI Psychologist. How is your interrogation going?"
"Jared's not the guy," Dave stated bluntly. "He has the same alibi that Dayton had; we already checked it out."
"What?" Emily's hand paused above her phone. "But we have his credit card being used in every city the stabbings were in!"
"I know. We've hit a dead end with him though because his alibi checks out." Emily groaned in frustration and Dave nodded in agreement. "What are you calling Sweets for?"
"About Nicole." She quickly dialed the phone and waited for an answer. "Dr. Sweets?" She waited for a response. "I have a question about the actions of a girl we interviewed today; I just want to see if you think the same thing I do."
"Okay, but just to let you know I can't provide a clear diagnosis over the phone."
"I understand," Emily replied. "This girl just turned fifteen last week and she's had four urinary tract infections in the past six months. When I was with her, she had a little trouble standing up, however they did just get back from a long road trip."
Emily took in a breath and kept talking. "Her father came into the room and demanded that he be present for the interview. My partner and I observed how he was so possessive of her."
"Is there anything else?"
"Yes, when he came into her room, he sat on her bed and picked her up and sat her on his lap. She did not like this at all and scooted off, but when she did, she curled up as small as she could manage."
"Personally, I can't make clear diagnosis, but my first thoughts from what you just told me, it's possible that the teenager you're speaking of is being sexually abused by her father. However, since I don't know any of the family members and I wasn't there I can't provide a clear diganosis."
Emily was thoughtful. "Thank you Dr. Sweets." She hung up the phone she turned to Dave. "Sweets mentioned that it's possible that Nicole is being sexually abused, but he can't make a diagnosis like that over the phone."
"Do you still think that Nicole knows something about the case?"
"I don't know; she's hiding something, that's for sure. Sweets mentioned that the first thing that he thought of after hearing what happened in the Dayton house was sexual abuse, but we can't accuse anyone until we have more concrete evidence."
"We can have Garcia look up Nicole's medical history," Dave suggested. "That might help us."
Emily nodded and speed dialed Garcia, hoping the computer tech was in her office. "Hey PG, I need you to look something up for me - medical records for a minor. Will that be a problem?"
"Nope. No problem." Penelope promised as her fingers flew over the keyboard at lightning speed. "I'm in. What's her name?"
"Nicole Morris, her birthday is June 4th 1995." Emily paused as she heard Penelope typing some more in the background. "Got anything?"
"I'm actually having a problem with the server, I'll be getting back to you soon." Then she hung up.
"Huh." Emily stuck the phone back into the cradle. "Garcia's having a problem with the server again; she'll get back to us soon."
Dave nodded. He pulled up a chair and sat by Emily's desk "Do you want to go get Chinese on Friday?" he asked her in Italian.
Emily smiled. "I'd love to," she replied back in Italian.
"I'll pick you up at your place, Friday at 7:00, provided we get off before then."
"Sounds good, I'll be waiting," Emily replied coyly.
"What do you think of getting the food to go and go back to your place to watch a movie?"
"I don't have sex on the first date," she replied bluntly.
"I never said we would have sex. All I asked was for dinner and a movie."
"I refuse for there to be a revolving door leading to my bedroom."
"I know there isn't Emily," The seriousness in his voice made Emily pause. Dave kept talking. "I'll wait as long as you want," he finished simply.
Emily nodded. "Okay, thank you." She said quietly in English. Before Dave could respond, the desk phone rang. "Hey Garcia," Emily said, she hit the speaker button "I've got you on speaker."
"Hey, I found your girl." Garcia got right down to business "And parts of her medical history are very well documented."
"What do you mean?" Emily asked and glanced at her partner.
"Well, she was born June 4th 1995 and adopted by Helen and Jared Morris when she was four and a half."
"Really?"
"Yeah, she weighed forty five pounds at five years old."
"That's normal Garcia."
"I know but get this, at six she weighed forty pounds."
"She lost weight?" Emily asked.
"Apparently," Garcia said, "and at seven she had not one but two cases of the chicken pox, at eight she had bronchitis and the part that scares me the most is she had her first of many urinary tract infections at age nine."
"I'm almost afraid to ask how many urinary tract infections she's had." Emily said.
"I'm almost afraid to give you the number," Garcia returned. "Let's just say she's had at least two UTI's every year since she turned nine."
Emily let out a breath as David spoke, "That's not normal."
"I almost want to go back to the Dayton house and get her," Emily said, glaring at phone on her desk as if it were personally responsible for Nicole's crappy medical history.
"We can't, every single part of Nicole's medical history could be explained by outside sources so until we get more concrete evidence we can't interfere."
"It blows that we can't." Emily insisted.
"It does suck," Dave admitted.
"Well, I'm outta here until you need me again," Garcia cheerily said and hung up.
Hotch walked by. "Meeting in five in the conference room."
Emily and Dave looked at each other before they both made their way to the conference room. The first ones there, they sat side by side at the table.
"We are so close to this guy," Emily muttered under her breath.
"We'll get him. You look stressed Em."
"Gee I wonder why," she said sarcastically, "it's not like our jobs have anything to do with it."
Dave suddenly reached under the table, grabbing one of her hands, he took it in his, squeezing it gently.
Emily smiled and pulled back, meeting Dave's eyes. "You're going to get us caught."
"No I'm not," Dave responded as Morgan walked in, they dropped their hands and
"Am I the only one who thinks we won't catch this guy before he strikes again?" Morgan asked, sitting down across from the two other agents.
"I hate to think that but we've hit a dead end…." Emily started.
"We have over a month before he strikes again. While the victims are all different, as are the locations for each victim, the time between stabbings is one of the things that remains the same."
The rest of the team arrived and Hotch got right down to business.
"We need to take a step back from this case. So for the rest of the day, I want you all to catch up on your paper work, and I am ordering everyone on a mandatory out of office lunch break," he concluded.
Emily nodded, they'd been on this case for nearly a week and their only leads had turned up to be dead ends. They needed to take a step back so they could look at it with fresh eyes.
Hotch looked at his watch. "I don't want to see any of you back here until one thirty."
Emily glanced at her watch, it was just after noon. The rest of the team packed up their things and left the conference room. "I'm going out for burgers and fries if anyone wants to tag along," Dave said to the group.
"I'll be able to see Jack during his lunch time at school" Hotch said.
"I've got time to go home to Henry for a little bit too." JJ said.
"I'm taking Penelope out to the new Mexican place a few blocks away. She's been at me to take her for a while," Morgan responded as he closed his folder and stood up.
Reid looked distracted as he spoke and flipped through a file folder at the same time. "I thought I'd try the Thai restaurant by my place, thanks for the offer though, Rossi."
"If you buy it, I'll eat it," Emily grinned. She went to her desk to put some paper work on it and to grab her purse.
David nodded and waited for Emily to grab her purse, then they left, the drive to the burger joint was quick. All too soon though, they were back at base. When Dave pulled into the parking garage he pulled into a slot far from the entrance "This is kind of far from the entrance…" Emily began.
Dave smiled as he put the car in park and undid his seatbelt. "I know. But we're far enough from the security camera's that I can do this." He reached over the middle console and cupped her face in his hands, giving her a deep, lingering kiss. Slowly, he traced the seam of her lips with his tongue, and she let him in, moaning low in her throat. At that, he deepened the kiss, his tongue tangled with hers.
Her arms snaked around his neck and pulled him as close as the interior would allow. He tasted so good and her blood slowly heated as his hands gently caressed her.
Moving his lips away he brushed them against her jaw line, only stopping when Emily's cell phone started ringing.
"That's JJ's ring tone," Emily whispered before she grabbed her phone. "Yeah JJ?" she asked, flipping her phone open.
"I'm going to be late, and I can't get a hold of Hotch, could you tell him there's traffic on the highway, and I'm not going to be back by one thirty?"
"Okay JJ, I'll tell Hotch." Emily said and hit end. "JJ's going to be late, apparently there's traffic."
Dave nodded as he started to get out. Emily's hand stilled him though. He turned, his gaze questioning.
"We've got another ten minutes before we have to be in the bull pen," her intent was clear.
Dave couldn't help but grin as he closed the door and leaned back in to kiss Emily one more time.
"The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space." Marilyn Monroe.
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Oh, I did some research about the sexual abuse phone call to Sweets, and what Emily and Sweets talk about does agree with what I found on the internet. However, I realize that the information may be wrong, so if I am and you know it, please forgive me.