ghosts {jj&emily}

devil town

Emily's POV

1 year later

I shot out the cameras in the empty parking garage and then quickly yanked off my ski mask.

I had finally closed in on my stalker, in a small town in England. They left me a note with these coordinates, and I wasn't getting out of their without them or both of us dead. So much of the MO read male, yet so much female, so I wasn't sure what to expect.

"Show yourself." I said, my voice echoing through the empty parking garage.

Out of the shadows came a tall, lanky man. I was so confused, I didn't recognize him at all. But as I moved closer, I saw that it was my cousin Jax.

"Jax?" I cried, refusing to lower my gun. "What the hell!?"

"We meet at last." He said with a smile. I couldn't believe this. All this time I was hiding from my own flesh and blood.

"What are you crazy? You did this to me!?" I cocked my gun, ready to shoot. I needed to get rid of him once and for all.

"Sit down, we should have a talk about it all." He said.

I refused to play into anymore of his sick games. He had tortured me all my life. I wanted to see his guts spilled on the ground.

There was a chance he was bluffing, but I highly doubted it.

"You killed Alex." I said. He smiled and that was it. I pulled the trigger and it went right through his skull. I didn't even flinch.

Suddenly, the last three years, well, most of my life, had come to an end. I walked over and stood above his lifeless body.

It was finished.

After three years of hardening myself, not caring who I killed or the crimes I committed, it was all over.

Part of me felt the slightest bit sad. I wasn't thinking clearly. I had lost so much of myself through the years, I was barely recognizable anymore.

But then I realized.

"JJ," I whispered. I could finally go home.

Running out of the parking garage, I grabbed my backpack and pulled out my burner phone, calling my jet contact and ordering them to come get me.

"Where to?" The pilot asked, as I stumbled aboard. My legs were shaking and I felt nauseous, but I knew one thing.

"Quantico." I said. "Take me to Quantico, Virginia in the United States."

I, of course, hadn't thought a damn thing through. How I would explain myself, how Hotch would. But I didn't care.

I collapsed onto the seat and slowly dialed his phone number.

After two rings he picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hotch. I'm coming home."