~ Trigger Warning for mention of suicidal thoughts and Spoiler Warning for the end of Season 6 ~
After the sniper takes down the two men guarding the door, you and the swat team rush into the warehouse. As you move through the rooms you quickly take down any opposition you find. There are many different hallways and rooms to go through but eventually, you find what you are looking for.
In the middle of the floor lay Emily's lifeless body with what looks like a wooden stake protruding from her abdomen.
"I got her," you say into the coms, that the team was all connected to. "We need a medic now!"
"(Y/N)," you hear Emily say weakly, and you kneel next to her.
"Oh my god," you say, the words coming out of your mouth before you can even think. Your eyes run over Emily's body and you remember that she needs you to be strong.
"It's me Em, It's (Y/N). You are going to be alright."
You grab her hands in yours and search her wandering eyes. Hers lock with yours for a moment before they start to slowly drift closed.
"No, no Emily, come on stay with me," you plead. Tears starting to brim in your eyes. Her eyes slip back open and lock with yours again.
"Let me go," she says and the tears stream down your cheeks.
"No, I am not letting you go," you say. "Not now, not ever."
"Then why did you let me die?" she asks. You are taken back. Your ears must have been playing tricks on you.
"What?" you question. Emily's grip on your hands tightens and she sits up, looking you in the eye.
"You said you wouldn't let me go. So why did you let me die? Why did you let me die? Why did you let me die?"
Those words keep repeating and repeating as you sit there confused. Emily's voice rings in your ears getting louder and louder until it sounds like it is all around you. You screw your eyes shut, trying to drown out the nouse.
"Stop!" you scream as you open your eyes.
When you do, you are no longer in a dark warehouse with Emily laying next to you. Instead, you are in your bed with the sheets tangled around you.
You place your head in your hands as you try to catch your breath and calm back down from your nightmare.
This isn't your first, not even your second or third. You've been having this same nightmare repeatedly for the past month. Ever since that god-awful day.
Pushing the covers off of your sweat-drenched body, you get out of bed and walk into the kitchen to get a glass of water.
You were seeing that shitty therapist that the Bureau required all of you to talk to, but she didn't help. You were still angry, you still had nightmares, and you still blamed yourself. If you had just been there a moment earlier, she might still be alive.
You take a sip of the water before feeling sick and pouring the rest of it down the drain. Giving up on sleep for the night, you move over to the couch and decide to scroll through your phone.
Before you know it, the phone is pressed against your ear and you can hear it ringing. You're frozen, not sure what exactly you were expecting but still unable to hang up.
"This is SSA Emily Prentiss, sorry I can't take your call right now. Leave a voicemail and I will get back to you."
"Hey Em," you say. You have no idea why you started talking, but once you do you can't stop. "I miss you, so much. It's not the same without you here. Hotch smiles even less than before, there's not a day when I haven't seen Rossi staring at your desk, Morgan walks around angry all of the time, JJ is burying herself in work, and Reid, poor Reid. He's so lost without you."
