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Flashback : 2 years ago
The Team had decided to meet up at a bar for a friday night. It was a rare occasion that Hotch came with them. 2 hours in Morgan was on the dance floor with Garcia, JJ in the corner some guys ass at darts. Which left Hotch, Rossi and Emily at the table.
Hotch and Rossi were happily chatting away while Emily was gazing into the distance.
She was brought out when Rossi asked her, "Do you ever think about it?"
"What?" She asked
"Having kids?" From this she guessed they were probably talking about Jack.
Rossi didn't know about Rome, "It's hard, with what we do" she said.
"Hotch makes it work" Rossi says.
"I mean, what do you do when you take work home?" She asks Hotch.
"Well before the divorce, I had an office, and the desk had a storage space beside it, and Jack would lay in there and 'work the case with me' , but your not asking about that are you?" Hotch asks her
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Emily wakes up, and the first thing she feels is a throbing in her head. She looks up to see, Hayley standing with Jack and Foyet. She was in a chair but not tied down.
Haylay was talking to someone.
Hotch was driving at top speed. While he was talking to Hayley he could here Foyet in the background. The team could too, since Garcia patched them in.
"Ohh good Emily your awake, but I would advise you to stay still, I did hit you pretty hard, you probably have a concussion"
Emily put her hand up to her head and felt blood.
"Hayley I want you to, hand cuff Agent Prentiss's hands behind her back"
The clinking of Metal could be heard.
Till Foyet spoke, "Jack, go to your room, don't come out till I tell you"
Hotch could hear Jack's feet moving away, "Is he gone?"
"Yes" Hayley says.
"Show him no fear" Hotch says
"Aaron do really think she will do that when I'm holding a gun to her head?" Foyet says
"Don't do this" Emily says.
"Ohh but you see, I would shoot you, but you wouldnt survive, I want you too. I want you to live with the fact that they are dead because of you."
BANG!
BANG!
"See Agent Prentiss, I want you to live with the guilt. I want dot hat everytime your friends see you they see nothing but a murder, a serial killer, Just like me" He elongates and stresses on the last 3 words.
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Emily looks up at Foyet, "I am just like you, but we both know we aren't walking out of here."
"Lets see about that" Foyet yells, then he leans down to say, "You see I know your whole team is listening, your little computer geek must have connected the call" He said shaking the phone
"You are going to stand up, I am going to hold your gun to your back, you are going to walk to Jack, if you don't I'll shoot you then him, also hold the Phone, Any thing you want to say to you team?"
"I'm Sorry" The words are out before she can stop.
"Prentiss" she can hear Hotch say.
But she cuts him off. "No I get it, it's a long time coming, I have already passed my date, these few years have been a blessing"
The next thing Hotch hears is crashing then the line disconnecting.
Emily had managed to unpick her handcuffs. She elbows Foyet backward as he goes falling down the stairs, knocked out for the moment.
She enters Jack's room and find him on the floor, "You dad needs you to work the case with me, can you do that?" the boy nods ang runs out the door.
Emily walks back down the stairs, Foyet no longer where she remembered. She takes her gun out from her ankle holster. She comes face to face with Foyet.
She fires once at her, narrowly missing. But as she dodges he fires again, so does she. He hits her in her left chest, to close to her heart. She hits him square in the head.
Emily isn't sure how long it is when Hotch comes in through the door. She had manged to prop herself against a couch, she had clear view of Foyet body and Hayleys, where Hotch was crouched.
When Hotch finally comes to her, he tries to put pressure on her wound.
"It's too late" She rasps out
"Prentiss" He says.
"Jacks working the case, go be with him, please just let me go, it's overtime" She gives him a sad smile.
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That was 3 months ago.
Emily Prentiss stood infront of her grave. In D.C. It was her second one in America, except this one had written, Fidelity, Bravery and Intergrity.
This time she would never be back. It was final. She felt a presence behind her.
"Your just like a Phoenix, arent you?" Clyde says. "Itsnt this number 5? Jean, Maria, Lauren, Emily, Emily?"
"Yup" She says, "How did they take it, when you told them I was dead?"
"The blondies cried, so did Bean Pole. The other 2 fellas were angry, but in time they will get over it" Clyde says. "How do you feel about being an Alina?" Clyde says handing her a folder
"When do we leave?"