Chapter 3.

                                    

                                          

***two hours later***
                          
"I'll take her home," someone whispered. "You go ahead." 
                          
I didn't open my eyes, as I just drifted out of sleep. Except there was no going back to sleep. I felt arms wrap under my knees and around my back. My first thought was it was one of the boys carrying me. Until I registered the familiar smell. 
                          
I open my eyes, and look up. There was Emily's face. Quickly, I jump out of her arms. Falling onto the floor. 
                          
"Nova! Are you ok?" She knelt down. 
                          
"I'm fine. What were you doing anyways?" I roughly asked. 
                          
"I was carrying you out. You fell asleep on the floor," she smiled faintly. There was a part of me that wanted her to carry me out though. 
                          
"Thanks but you could've just woken me up. I can drive myself home." I hissed. I stood up brushing myself off. Moving back to my desk, fatigue making its way up. 
                          
I grab my bag and keys. I rotate back to the way I came. Tripping excessively on my own feet. Losing balance instantly. I saw the floor about to meet my face, until she swooped me up. 
                          
"Can we please talk?" She whispered. 
                          
"There's nothing to say. You 'died' and now you're here. After seven months of grieving, you decide to show up again. That's really the whole story. I have an apartment to get back to now. So please excuse me." I flatly said walking away. 
                          
"Nova! Please! Just let me explain!" She called after me. 
                          
I stop in my tracks, slowly rotating to look back at her. "Let you explain? Let you fucking explain?! Explain what?! Please I'd really like to hear it! What is the shitty ass explanation?!" I barked. 
                          
"I did it to protect you! To protect the team! Trust me, it hurt me to hear you yelling my name while I got carried onto the ambulance!" She defended. 
                          
"I didn't need protecting! And how can I trust you?! You faked your own death! I was alone after that! The only person that truly understood was Reid! Did you know he cried to JJ for ten damn weeks?! Ten!" I screamed. 
                          
"Yes! I know everything! JJ told me! It pained me to read that you cried! Not only did you cry but you snapped on Reid! The day of the fake funeral! You never snapped!" She confronted. 
                          
"So I'm the bad guy now?! Because I snapped on Reid! Did JJ tell you what happened after? The me crying in the middle of the office?! Did she tell you about how I cried not only to her but to Hotch as well?! He probably told JJ! Then she told you! God I can't trust anyone!" I screamed even louder.
                          
She stood in silence. Noticing the tears that had escaped. "Nov, I'm sorry! And yes I knew everything! Every small thing that you did while I was 'dead'! Never smiled, stop making jokes, shut yourself off, you even stopped eating!"
                          
"And it was all because of you!" I sobbed.  "You left. Leaving me alone. Do you know how much suffering I went through?"
                          
"No, I don't. It makes me a terrible friend to do such a thing." She agreed. 
                          
"Yeah it really does. I'm going home." I said wiping the few tears away. 
                          
"I'm really sorry," she sighed.