A/N: Sorry for the late update! Bring out the box of tissues, lol!

Chapter 24

Emily POV

There was a dull nothingness when I opened my eyes. There was no longer a weight on my shoulder. My physical pain didn't hurt anymore. Neither did my emotional pain. Everything felt free and empty. Like I no longer had any boxes inside my head, whether they were empty or not, it no longer mattered.

"Mary," Charlie whispered as she took my hand. "You are looking happy. How are you feeling?"

I smiled at the woman in front of me. My ex. The woman I used to love more than anything. "I feel… good."

"That's wonderful, Mary," She replied as she started to caress my face like she used to. "It's a good thing when you feel good. Now, do you remember those memories that were brought up a few hours ago? The memories that didn't make you feel so good?"

I did. But they felt so far away. Like they weren't even my memories. "Yes. Emily wasn't a very happy person."

"Why?" She asked me. "What made Emily unhappy?"

"Emily had a very mean daddy," I told her. "He'd touch her when she didn't want her to. Men liked to use Emily. John got her pregnant and wanted nothing to do with her. Her bosses made her fuck a man as a job. Emily was wasted in the arms of everyone."

"She was," Sasha agreed. "No one had a right to use her. No one had the right to take her innocence away. Do you want the innocence back, Mary?"

I nodded without even giving it a thought. "I want the innocence. I don't want Emily to come back ever again."

She got closer to me and cupped my cheeks. Her eyes were very close to mine. She was everything to me. She was the only thing that mattered.

"You don't have to be Emily again. Not with me. You can be innocent. You can be happy. You can be loved. You can be Mary. Just as I can be Charlie. And we can live happily ever after. Do you want that?"

"Yes," I breathed out.

She smiled that beautiful smile and pressed her lips against mine. Her lips were cold, very different than...

JJ. Her comforting smile. Her light, calming laugh. Her welcoming lips. Her blue eyes. Her warmth. Her soft arms.

"She used Emily too, Mary," She said. I had no idea how she knew that I was thinking of her. "She didn't love you. She used you to feel better. She's not like you, Mary. Don't you want to forget her?"

I nodded. I didn't want to think about her ever again.

She smiled with her edgy, seductive lips. She laughed with that dark tone. She kissed me again with her rough lips. She pushed her cold body against mine. I opened my eyes and looked into her dark ones.

"I love you, Mary," She whispered, her voice begging me to repeat the words to her.

I opened my mouth. I would tell her the same. "I love- JJ."

JJ POV

The struggle in Sasha's apartment looked incredibly staged. Too many things were knocked over. There wasn't a pattern. There wasn't anything real. Her team must have been too emotional to see this. We searched through her things, trying to find anything that could lead us to her other life. Her life that belonged to a murdering cult. More than anything, we wanted an address. We wanted to find Emily.

"I found something!" Derek shouted from the bedroom. We all ran to see what he had found.

We all looked at this large safe that was behind a piece of art.

"What do you think the combination could be?" Rossi asked as we all stared at the safe, hoping an answer would come to us.

"Five numbers..." Spence started to ramble about the number of possible combinations the code could be.

Five numbers… "Emily," I whispered too low for anyone to hear. When everyone turned to me I repeated loudly, "Emily. Put in Emily. Or, I guess the numbers that correspond to her name."

Derek typed the code in and the safe opened.

It was almost too cliche looking. The inside was covered in pictures of Emily. From when she was in her twenties to now. And most of them either had Sasha in it or had her photoshopped in. And in the middle of it was a picture of Manson himself, grinning.

"She's insane," I murmured. "We need to get Emily. Now."

Hotch nodded and stated, "We need to figure out if Tyburczy has always been this crazy. Morgan, call Garcia. We need to figure out if her mother is still alive. And if she has a clue where her daughter could be."

Derek dialed her number and put her on speaker. "Hey, baby girl. You're on speaker. We couldn't find an address, but we think that maybe her mother could help us out. Can you find out if she's alive and where she lives?"

"Sure thing, sugar." She typed for a few seconds before replying. "Sasha's mother, Leona, is still alive. And in California. Sending you the address now."

Everyone's phones buzzed, receiving the address from Penelope.

"Thanks, mama. We'll keep you updated," Derek promised her before hanging up. "Are we ready to go?"

Everyone nodded and darted for the door.

Emily POV

"What?" Charlie asked, her face becoming red with anger.

I cleared my throat, allowing bits of memories to resurface inside of me. Specifically the ones of the blonde. But others were coming as well. Even the ones I didn't want to remember. "I love JJ."

She shook her head and jumped off of me. "No, no, no! No, you don't! You can't! She's apart of Emily's life. Not yours! She used you. S-she doesn't understand you. She could never love you."

I shrugged, accepting the pain as every second passed. The haze faded. Emily reappeared inside of me. "Maybe so. Maybe she could never love me. That's not her fault. She did what she did. No one's perfect."

"NO!" Charlie screamed, stomping like a child. "You love ME. You have always loved ME. We are meant to be together."

I shook my head. "I'm not meant to be with anyone. I'm a lone wolf, Charlie. Give me all the drugs you want. I might never be Emily again. Maybe I won't even remember her. But I will revel in the fact that you will always remember this moment. Because you'll remember that when I'm most lucid, I don't love you. I love JJ. And you can never forget that."

She slapped me. "No. I don't accept that."

I spit the blood out of my mouth. I smiled. I was beginning to get to her. "You weren't even good in bed, Sasha. At least JJ knew how to fuck-"

She punched my stomach. "Don't you dare-"

"She made me moan like no one else. So satisfying-" Punch. "So delicious-" Another slap. "She's everything to me. You could never compare to her."

And then something happened. I didn't feel it. I only knew she stabbed me once I saw the bloody knife that she was holding. I looked down and saw the blood trickle out of my abdomen.

"No! No, Mary! I didn't mean to!" She pressed her hands to my stomach. "Stay with me."

My vision became blurry. I blinked several times, but nothing became clear. I realized that I had tears in my eyes. Even my body knew it was the end. I smiled. I was happy to die as Emily. As a fighter.

The darkness crept into my vision. I couldn't hear her screams or feel her touch on my body. She wasn't even there to me anymore.

As I fell into nothingness, I whispered the word, "JJ."

I'm sorry.