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✧.* season three, episode 9

( ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 2007. )


The sound of her phone ringing in the pitch-black of her bedroom jerked (y/n) out of her sleep. Not bothering to look at the caller ID, she answered and brought the device to her ear. 

"Agent (y/l/n)," she said, half-yawning. 

The other line was extremely calm, to the point were it unnerved her. 

"(y/n)," JJ's voice came across weak, and the agent sat up in bed in a panic. 

"JJ, what's wrong?"

Silence. 

"JJ? Are you okay?" 

"I'm fine," she sighed. "It's Penelope." 

(y/n)'s hand shook of its own accord, the feeling of panic all too familiar when one gets bad news. JJ saved her the details - just gave her the name of the hospital and told her to hurry. 

So she did. 

She through the covers off of her bed and hurriedly pulled on her clothes she'd worn that day that had been abandoned on the floor. Within three minutes, she was out the door and on her way. 

On the way over, in the backseat of the cab, (y/n) told herself over and over that Penny would not be like Josie. 

She would not die. She wouldn't - she couldn't. Another one of her friends would not leave her - not today. The streetlights blurred by; apparently her driver had thought the extra twenty to be worth risking getting pulled over. 

By the time they made it to the hospital, (y/n) had almost convinced herself everything would be fine. Almost. 

She walked as fast as possible without running past the reception desk, flashing her badge in the general direction before continuing along the hall to find the ER waiting room. 

When she arrived, everyone was already there. 

Reid saw her first as he held his phone up to his ear. She breezed past him, hardly registering the pain on his face as he did so. 

The others looked at her as she approached - probably looking like a wild creature as she stood there, fully alert but feeling physically half-asleep. 

"Who did this to her?" (y/n) demanded, ignoring how raw her voice sounded. JJ shrugged slowly. 

"We don't know." 

(y/n) clenched her jaws as her eyes burned, nodding. Then and there, she made a promise. When they found who did this, they would pay. They couldn't just shoot a walking human rainbow and get away with it. 

"Hey," Emily sighed sadly, engulfing her in a bearhug. 

"Hi," she replied, wiping her eyes as they pulled away. Her friend shot her a consoling half-smile.

"It doesn't look good," (y/n) overheard Hotch mutter to Rossi. She wrapped her arms around herself in reply, trying to ground the overwhelming emotions before they got the best of her. 

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