Disappearance

Going Back

Chapter 7

After Emily had been discharged the team had decided to head back to Quantico for a couple days and work with Indiana PD from Virginia. They would head back out to Indiana in about a week to thoroughly investigate, but Hotch knew his team needed to rest and recharge for a couple days before going back out to Indiana. He knew their time in Indiana would be exhausting both mentally and physically. He just wanted to get Emily back to Virginia and settled in before they all packed up again to leave.

After the short jet ride, Emily and Derek arrived at his apartment.

"Welcome to mi casa," Derek said, spreading his arms out after setting down the bags, "make yourself at home."

She offered a small smile, "thanks. I think I'll just go to bed," she walked over towards the couch.

"Oh no no. I've got a spare bedroom you can have. You gotta sleep in that bed, it's amazing." He said, trying to amp up the room so she would take it.

She nodded.

"It's right down that hall and to the left," he pointed, "oh, you have to take your pills before bed."

"Oh, right."

He grabbed her a glass of water and took out the necessary pills and put them in her palm. He watched as she hesitated slightly before popping the pills in her mouth and taking a sip of water.

"She handed him the glass and he went and put it in the sink and decided he would deal with it later.

"Do you want a change of clothes? Those long scrubs seem uncomfortable." He suggested.

"I don't think anything you have would fit me.." she said quietly.

He shrugged, "more comfy right? I'll get you some sweats and a tshirt."

"Long sleeves?" She said looking down at her feet.

He looked at her confused for a moment, but decided not to question it, "Of course. Lemme see what I have."

He walked into his bedroom and pulled out his smallest sweats and dug around to find a long sleeve shirt. He finally found his FBI Training long sleeved shirt and grabbed it. With the clothing in hand, he walked back out to her.

He handed the clothes to her, "here ya go. Bathroom is to the right," he pointed, "and JJ made you a toilette bag," he held up a small purple zipper bag, "tooth brush, comb, tooth paste," he paused.

She smirked slightly, "what, tampons? You really can't say the word?"

He was just glad to see her humor and smile poking through, "hey, I'm a man alright. We don't really understand all that stuff."

Still smiling, she said, "whatever. I'm gunna change."

She grabbed all her supplies and walked to the bathroom. As soon as she got in she closed and locked the door. She let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. She accidently caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and muffled a gasp. She placed her hands on the edge of the marble counter top, still staring at the unfamiliar woman in the mirror. Her dark hair was much longer than she remembered, disheveled and knotty. Her face looked hollow and thin, much thinner than before. She had little scars all over her cheeks and fading bruises from her most recent beating. Suddenly she was thrown back into that cellar.

"Hey baby, just a quick one today, alright?" He said, unbuckling his belt.

"I'm not doing it. Not today." She said cold and emotionless.

He cocked his head and narrowed his eyes, "you don't make the decisions now, do you?"

Fear rose within her, she knew she had pissed him off, and when he got mad, nothing ever good happened.

"No, please I'm sorry. I didn't mean–"

He just laughed at her, "yeah, you will be sorry darlin'"

He dropped his pants and made his way over to the cot she was handcuffed to.

She began frantically shaking her head, not able to control her body's reaction to the danger and pain she knew was coming.

"No, no! No please, please don't do this. I'm sorry, I really am. I won't do it again, please."

"Shut up." He said as he forced her down on the bed and put his knee between her legs. "Don't fight me and I'll be quick."

"Emily? Emily open the door!" Derek pounded his fists on the door after hearing a crash come from the bathroom.

Emily blinked to clear the fog while the pounding became louder.

"Emily!"

She looked at the door and realized she was on the ground of the bathroom. Her body still felt numb as she tried to stand and couldn't, once again falling.

"Emily, I'm coming in." Derek yelled as he grabbed the key and unlocked the door. He found her curled up on the floor in front of the sink.

"Emily!" He dropped down to his knees and went besides her, "what happened? I heard a crash and–"

"I had a flashback." She stated coldly.

She tried to sit up and he helped her lean against the blue cabinets in the bathroom.

He didn't know how to respond, "are...are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?"

She shook her head, "I'm fine."

She brought her hands to her face and rubbed it, but the sleeve of her scrub shirt fell down to her elbow, revealing one long scar. Derek saw it and his eyes widened. When she realized he could see, she quickly brought the sleeve back down, cheeks blushing.

"Emily...did he do that to you?" Derek asked, clearly frazzled by the long, thick, purple scar.

She sighed. "I did it to myself."

His mouth opened and he looked at her, his thick eyebrows furrowed.

"Emily..."

"It was a while ago. Clearly didn't work..." she raised her eyebrows, "he just laughed at me when he saw it. Said I didn't cut deep enough."

She subconsciously rubbed at her scarred wrists, and act he had watched her do several times now.

"I..." he stuttered, unable to get any words out.

"It was a while ago, it's okay now."

"Prentiss, none of this is okay. I know you don't want to talk about it right now, but bottling your feelings inside isn't going to help."

"Don't you think I know that?" she sighed and looked away from him, "I've told countless people that. But I don't want to talk about it, okay?"

"Okay. Do you want to go sit in the living room? I can make some popcorn?" He suggested as he smirked.

She nodded and once they were standing they made their way to the living room, trying to forget the events that had happened in the bathroom.

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