Another case and another bit of CCTV footage to go over. Though, this was a bit different than normal considering they were watching a live feed. And just sitting there in a nice, air-conditioned break room. Not exactly normal behaviour for them when watching a love feed. Usually, they watched just enough to know what was going on and then take off, planning to stop whatever kt was they had witnessed. Something they weren't doing this time.

"Oh, ghats got to hurt," Rossi said with a wince as he watched the CCTV footage of Emily taking quite the tumble down the side of a small bank and rolling across a road.

And not just any road, a backwater, gritty road. You know the type; it always had clods of dirt on it, bits of gravel and it was never really tarmacked properly in the first place. Yeah, that type of road. She was going to have all sorts of scrapes and bruises.

And, sure enough, when her face rolled back into view, there was a scrape across her forehead and a red mark on her chin that Rossi was sure that was going to turn into a bruise. He winced in sympathy. Facial injuries always felt horrible. Especially when they oozed blood like the scrape on her forehead looked like it was starting to do.

"Remind me to make sure she gets checked out," Hotch said, keeping his eyes firmly on the screen.

"She's going to say she's fine."

"Yeah, say," Hotch stressed. "That does not mean that she is."

"She won't go."

Because Emily, hell, all of this team was like that. None of them liked hospitals. Correction, none of them liked lying around "for no good reason" (like being injured wasn't a good reason) and getting piked every hour. Granted, Rossi didn't particularly like that either.

"I'll order her to," Hotch said stubbornly.

Rossi just gave the man an amused look and didn't say anything. Privately he thought that he was pretty sure that Prentiss would out stubborn him. Which was no mean feat but it was possible. But je couldn't help but snort at the thought of anyone being able to make Emily do anything she didn't want.

"Seriously," Rossi interrupted him, turning back to the screen. "Just how long is she going to roll?"

Hotch glanced back and raised an eyebrow at the scene in front of him on the small screen. Apparently, Emily had picked up quite a bit of momentum rolling down that bank. She was still going and, from the look on her face and the way her mouth was moving, she was definitely not happy about it.

Of course, Emily being Emily, as soon as she had stopped rolling, she bounced right back up and continued chasing after their unsub like nothing had even happened.

"She didn't even check of she had any injuries," Hotch said disapprovingly.

"Because she can probably feel them," Rossi pointed out unhelpfully. "She won't need to see them if she already knows that they're there."

Ho5ch pursed his lips, not liking that idea but not disagreeing with it either. Honestly, sometimes he wished that his team had a little bit more self-preservation than they did currently. That way they wouldn't find themselves in the odd situations that they far too frequently found themselves in.

Well, most of them. Even he had to admit that a lot of the situations that happened weren't exactly inside of their control.

"Oh, the unsub! Emily! That way!" Rossi said, pointing at the screen.

"You do know that she can't hear you, right?" Hotch asked, vaguely amused.

[xxxxxx]

Emily ignored the stinging sensation across her left hip that was now turning more into a burning feeling.

Dammit, making your whole-body skid across a road was definitely not good for it. Especially when you were already technically injured before aforementioned skidding across the road. Her knife wounds (shallow! Knife wounds! They were shallow) did not appreciate it. Her burns certainly did not appreciate it. And, because why not? The foot that nearly got pierced by an arrow was now giving sympathy throbs. Great. Just great. She really was a wreck, wasn't she? Not that she was going to mention that to anyone else anytime soon. Not when there were things to do.

Like getting her ass off the ground and going after the unsub who had put her into this whole mess. Yes, this was his fault. Not hers. She swiped at her head to move her hair away from her face and she could actually see around her. She frowned as she felt something sticky.

Looking down at her hand she noticed the blood on it. Great. Just great. Because she really needed another injury, didn't she? Gingery, she touched her head again and winced at the sting. It didn't feel like it was bleeding too profusely, so that was probably a good sign. And she didn't feel lightheaded or anything. Another good sign. Right. She was good. Yeah, she was fine. Well, not fine but good enough to get on with things.

Hopefully she didn't get too much blood on her blouse. She quite liked the one she was wearing today. It was soft and fit just so...

Focus! Emily, focus! She looked around her as she jogged, wanting to keep moving but not go too far in one direction in case it was the wrong one. Which way should she go?

Eurgh, she hated taking a tumble like that. It made her feel all disorientated. She didn't know which way she had been running nor where their unsub went. It didn't help that she'd never been on this road before and there was a massive bend up ahead. She couldn't even start to see around that! And, knowing her luck, that was going to be where the unsub had run off too.

With a heavy sigh, she started to jog that way, having made up her mind. She couldn't help but wince as she put pressure of her left foot. Fantastic. Another injury. This week really was a crappy week.