Emily gripped the vase in her good hand, waiting in silence with bated breath as she heard the woman in the kitchen begin to step towards the entranceway. They only had one shot to get away from Christina, and given the circumstances with both her and her friend weighed down by injuries it was not a given that they would make it out.
Leaning in closer set her ear against the wall that separated them from the kitchen, the brunette woman frowned when she realized that sound was no longer coming from the other room.
"Looking for me?"
Both heads whipped around to see the nineteen year old with a smile behind her words, Emily's eyes widening at the sight of the gun aimed directly between her eyes. Shit.
Christina grinned at the older woman who stood in the living room, her finger ready to pull that trigger and get rid of that brunette bitch for good. But it wasn't time yet. Fuck. "I'd really prefer it if you didn't try to kill me while I'm trying to do the same to you."
Emily held her head high as she turned to fully face her captor, seeing Jane out of the corner of her eye moving herself off of the couch and onto the floor. "I don't get it," she sighed frustratedly, her eyes boring into those of the blond. "If you want to kill us then just do it. We're not going to last much longer if you just keep us sitting here."
"I told you that it's not time yet! Why don't you understand that?"
The Italian detective clenched her jaw as she crawled one more meter to the nineteen year old, taking in a deep breath before pouncing on the girl with the gun.
Christina grunted as she fell back against the wall, her hands pushing and punching at the police officer that jumped on top of her. "Get off of me you bitch!"
Emily jumped at the sound of a gunshot, and she quickly threw the vase in her hand to hit the woman who had taken her hostage. Seeing both women fall to the ground, Emily got down on her knees and scrambled across the wood for the gun that had fallen from Christina's hands.
"No!"
Kneeling tall above the woman on the ground, Emily pointed the gun right to the hollow of her throat. "Never touch her again."
Shots fired.
Derek kept his eyes trained on the woman they had in custody through the window that looked into the interrogation room, his arms crossed over his chest as his frustration continued to wrack through his body, watching the girl in her twenties twitch and scratch at her arm where she'd stick her needle. How could someone be so cavalier about killing people and kidnapping his best friend?
"Emily?"
The dark man turned away from the window, hearing the surprise and relief in his boss' voice. "That's Emily? She's ok?"
Hotch held up his hand, quickly taking his phone from his ear and putting it on speaker as the entire precinct surrounded him and his team. "Emily? Can you hear me?"
"Hotch?"
"Emily," the Unit Chief sighed. "Thank God. Where are you and Jane?"
The injured woman's head spun, her only good hand holding tight onto the payphone. "Jane do you see a street sign?"
Jane squinted, her hand sitting hard against the once again open wound in her side as she looked around them to find any kind of sign around them. "Winter," she nodded, taking two more steps forward to stand just beside the older woman. "We're on Winter Street."
"Did you hear that?" Emily asked, begging to God that the time on the payphone didn't give out on her. "Winter Street in Boston."
Korsak looked up from the phone, gesturing to the agents to grab their guns. "That's only ten minutes away."
The leader of the BAU gripped his phone tighter as he reached to get his suit jacket off of the desk chair. "Stay exactly where you are and talk to nobody until we get there. Are you safe?"
"We shot her," she breathed, feeling Jane's tired body collapsing against her as she held onto the phone as tight as she possibly could. "She's dead, Hotch."
"Do you need an ambulance?"
Emily did her best to hold onto the phone and hold her friend's lagging body up with the remainder of her arm, knowing that the loss of blood was causing the younger woman's skin to go cold. "We need one for Jane. She shot her where the shard of glass was the other day," she sighed, pressing a comforting kiss to Jane's dark hair. "Please hurry."
Hearing the FBI agent hang up the phone, Jane weakly clutched at the older woman's good arm. "They coming?"
"They're coming," she smiled, helping her friend sit down and lean herself up against the pole. Emily took in a deep breath and held her friend as close to her body as she could, giving the Italian detective the warmth that was radiating off of her body. "We're gonna be ok," the brunette whispered cheerfully, lying her forehead just against the other woman's temple.
Jane's eyes slowly flickered up to connect her gaze with the older woman's. "I feel cold again."
Emily gripped the brunette as tight as she could without fully breaking one of her bones. "Don't fall asleep, ok? I need you to do your best to keep your eyes open for me," she nodded.
"I'm not gonna fall asleep on you," the Italian woman winked, moving her head to rest it on her friend's shoulder. "Just hold me, ok?"