CHAPTER 10

911, WHAT'S YOUR EMERGENCY?

"I drugged her." Garcia repeated, this time in a tone just above a whisper.

"Why on Earth would you do that?" JJ threw her hands in the air, unsure if that was a subconscious wish of hers to slap the crap out of her friend.

"Everyone liked your proposal and Emily was having none of it. You know how she is!" Garcia's teeth finally chopped off a chunk of the phone case. Her anxiety was making her animal instincts rise up and she could not contain them. It was soft, cheap plastic, a taste of which she'd have in her mouth for the rest of the day. "I just wanted to buy us some time. I figured if I just put her for a nap, she would wake up with a clear mind and agree with us. That, or we could have forged her signature with her own hand, while she slept."

"A nap? She is not a child!" JJ argued, finally getting the courage to touch Emily.

A small dent on the side of Emily's forehead was the source of the blood. She must have hit herself on the desk when she had fainted.

JJ nudged Emily, but there was no response. The only vital sign she was giving off was her breathing and yet, it was a bit too uneven to be within the normal.

"What did you even give her?" She raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know. This." Garcia pulled a microscopic liquid container from her bra, where she had hidden it at lunch, right after spiking Emily's water.

The unusual hiding place did not phase JJ at all.

"How much of it did you give her?" She asked, afraid to hear the answer.

"This much." Garcia pointed at the tiny container.

"What, the whole thing?" JJ's jaw dropped and she was already dialing something on her phone.

"911, what's your emergency?" A male voice responded.

"Hi, I'm Special Agent Jennifer Jareau with the FBI. I need immediate ambulance and medical help. One of the agents has, unintentionally, taken 10 milligrams of doxepin hydrochloride in a very small quantity of water. She also has insignificant bleeding on her forehead, I suppose from when she collapsed."

"Miss, are you sure you have the right drug name and dose?" The guy had some medical training and he was surprised to hear all of that.

"Unfortunately, yes. Please, hurry." JJ said shortly before they hung up.

"Girls, is everything okay?" Rossi was now in front of the office and that was the last thing the girls needed.

"Yes, just some girl talk going on." JJ lied and Garcia felt like her heart skipped a beat. What if she had come clean?

"We need to get the team out of here, so we can move Emily downstairs, for the paramedics." JJ whispered to Garcia.

"Move her? Don't they do the whole thing? Moving, healing, reviving, you know, paramedics stuff."

"Well, if you think it would be better for the whole FBI to see Emily Prentiss, unconscious, being rolled out on a stretcher, then be it."

"Oh shoot, I hate it when you're right." Garcia cringed, feeling a weird rubber taste on her lips, from when she had munched on Emily's phone case.

JJ walked downstairs, keeping her cool-

"Emily just suggested a team work out. Why don't you go get everyone and meet us at the gum, huh?" JJ had to think on her feet and that was the only plausible excuse to get everyone out of the office. Mostly everyone, anyway. Reid would only ever step foot in a gym if he was literally lured into it with a first edition, signed book, by one of his favorite authors.

Rossi sensed that something was going on, but he did what JJ said, anyway. There was no reason for her to lie to him, after all. Was there?

From the corner of a window Garcia saw the moment when everyone left the bullpen and took the elevator. It was then that the ambulance had arrived.

"On three…" JJ commanded, picking Emily up from the left side.

"Wait, that was not three." Garcia whined as Emily's weight was now leaning towards her.

"Garcia, you have to put your hand underneath first and then we pick her up, on three." JJ let out a desperate sigh. This would be harder than she thought.

"Well, I'm sorry, but I woke up this morning in a pretty good mood. I made myself some tea and had wonderful cinnamon biscuits while watching a re-run of my favorite TV show. I also made the time to make a list of all the things I want to achieve today and, mind you, picking up Emily's lifeless body was not one of them!" She stated, still trying to figure out exactly where her hands should go and whether she should push or pull. Was it on three or after three? Like, what were the rules?

"Lifeless body? Garcia, she's not dead." It was JJ's turn to whine. "One, two…"

"Oh, you know what I mean." With those words, Garcia learned that it was time to push. It was on three, for the record.


The polygraph testing went on all day long. The trainees who were done with their aptitude tests earlier were kindly invited to go to the gym and train some more. Angie started with a little run around the premises, so to get her cardio done before she would do some pushups with everyone else.

She heard a siren and then an ambulance whisked by her side, on its way to the main building. She found it a bit weird that it went to the underground parking lot, instead of parking at the main entrance, but she really did not think much of it. Maybe some agent was experiencing post-battle effects and they needed to be checked. She shrugged and kept on running.

When she walked in the gym, she was all sweaty and ready to work out some more. Bryan and a few other guys had decided to go outside and create their own routine to follow, so Angie joined them. The weather was beautiful, it was nice and warm, but not hot, and also, there was not much humidity in the air. It was the perfect transition day from Summer to Autumn. The first few leaves had started to fall from the trees and the path where she had taken the run, had looked quite like a fairy tale. Angie was a bit of a dreamer, she liked princess castles and tiaras. Well, it was to be expected from a girl who never left the house without a hair accessory. It was her signature. People often called her childish. She did not care.

"We heard a rumor that the first cut is happening at the end of week one." Bryan said while stretching.

"I thought they didn't do cuts until the end of week two?" One of the other guys said disapprovingly.

"They usually don't. But this year is full of surprises. Buckle up, boys." Angie somehow always found the strength to smile.


JJ and Garcia walked by the paramedic's side as he pushed Emily's stretcher towards the ER. He had kept on asking JJ if she was sure about the dosage and Garcia confirmed that she had poured the whole bottle, which was 10ml total. The doctor who took over informed them that this was a very powerful anti-depressant drug that was sometimes used to cure insomnia, as well, but Emily had taken a bit more than the advised amount, and also, with no medical prescription whatsoever. That dose was the maximum daily dose for extreme cases, which, Emily was not.

"But it seemed so little in the bottle… It was, like, two tiny drops." Garcia felt like an idiot. She had no intention of hurting Emily. All she wanted to achieve was to give her boss a few hours of sleep. It would have actually been good for her to get some rest, since lately she spent an estimate of about 23 hours a day working.

JJ chose not to reply. She was beyond pissed at Garcia and any word that would come out of her mouth at that moment, would have been a word she'd regret later on.

Rossi texted JJ, asking when they would be joining them at the gym, and she simply replied that they had changed their minds and had gone out for a walk instead. It did not sit well with him.

"How is she?" JJ jumped out of her seat as she saw the doctor walk out of the room where Emily had been put in.

"You were very lucky that she had just had a really good meal, otherwise there would be some pretty bad side effects to the drug. She's stable now, still knocked out for the rest of the night, but other than that, she will be fine. There might still be some side effects, but she seems healthy and I'm sure she will not have many problems with those." He spoke while glancing at Emily's chart.

"What side effects?" Garcia was afraid to ask.

"Well, since this treats insomnia, and she is not suffering from that, it might cause the opposite effect. She might not be able to fall asleep as easily. Also, some light nausea and headache, but that is normal. If she is under particular stress, those side effects might be heightened." He said sincerely before walking off to tend to his next patient.

"Oh, she's screwed." Garcia sat down on the nearest chair she found and she buried her face in her hands.

No matter how pissed JJ was, she could not help but take care of her.

"Come on." She sat down beside her, giving her a warm hug and rubbing her back with her left hand. "You didn't mean for any of this to happen."

"No, of course I didn't. But I should have just let you guys deal with it. I shouldn't have tried to do anything." When Garcia started to blame herself, there was usually no convincing her that she was innocent. She had a colorful mind of her own.

"You are part of this team. Of course you had the right to do something. Well, you did an incredibly dumb thing, but at least you tried to help and you had only pure intentions. That is plausible."

"Yeah? Tell that to Emily right now." She challenged her and no more words were spoken.

Both of them stayed at the hospital all night long, not even thinking about the possibility of leaving Emily there on her own, even if they were not going to be allowed to see her until visiting hours, the day after.