CM Fic: Broken Glass: Emily/JJ: Chapter 5/?
Title: Broken Glass
Author: Carly Carter
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Emily/JJ
Disclaimer: Don't own anything
Rating: PG- Some violence
Summary: Emily receives an unexpected visitor in the middle of the night...
Set in the old days, just after JJ discovered she was pregnant.
AN: Forgive my complete character assassination of Will. I'm not a Will hater, this story just came to me...
Dedication: For frenhu whom i love and adore. You inspire me to keep writing and are the most amazing friend. i <3 u! This fic is for you and I hope you like it. . Also for each and everyone of you who has taken time to read and leave such positive comments, its means the world to me. I can't thank you enough. You guys seriously rock!
Chap 1 http:// carlyisnot.livejournal.com/24920.html
Chap 2 http:// carlyisnot.livejournal.com/25386.html
Chap 3 http://carlyisnot.livejournal.com/26540.html
Chap 4 carlyisnot.livejournal.com/27304.html
Forgive me in advance for the sloppy plot line and inconsistencies in characters etc...all just written in fun. Enjoy. Forgive me again for being the worlds slowest and most inconsistent updater. Sorry!
Will had not mentioned to anyone he had been at Emily's place the night she was attacked. This led the team to ask why. Was it possible that Will and Emily were together that night? This thought alone caused enough disturbance among the team. Although the thought that Will had actually hurt Emily never entered anyone's mind. He was the man JJ was engaged to, in love with, the father of her baby. It was just not possible that this man was a violent psychopath. That he was cheating on JJ? Perhaps. But anything beyond that was out of the realms of possibility.
The thought of Will and Emily in a relationship was disturbing enough. What did that say about Emily? And yet Emily had been acting strangely, as had JJ and Garcia. Keeping something from the entire team.
Hotch, Rossi, Morgan and Reid debated this in hushed tones in the hospital corridor, until they noticed JJ storm out of Emily's hospital room. Upset. Enraged. It only gave credence to the theory that Will and Emily may be involved with one another. On the one hand this was an extremely personal issue between JJ and her husband. But on the other hand, it threatened the cohesiveness of the team, and that threatened the safety of the team. And they were still no closer to finding Emily's attacker. Or a motive. Bringing to light secrets about JJ and Will's relationship was an unfortunate consequence of maintaining security of the team. Still, they would have to go about this delicately.
Hotch decided he would question JJ about this himself. He had a good relationship with her, built on mutual respect. He would question her alone to save her from the scrutinising glances of the team. Rossi and Reid would go question Will, without JJ present. That left Morgan to tackle Emily and Garcia,
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“Are you up to answering some questions Prentiss?” Morgan asked awkwardly.
“You're not supposed to tell her things that happened, the doctors said it's important for her memory to come back on it's own.” Garcia protested.
“It might never come back. And in the mean time, the person who did this is getting further away. I need to know who you were with. It's not an accusation against that person, but that person may have seen something, without realising.” There was a trace of anger, frustration, in Morgan's voice. Something that he tried to hide, but could not. He could not deny that he was disappointed in Emily. A relationship with a man who was engaged to her best friend, her colleague? He expected better of her.
Emily was so frustrated with these insinuations that she could have cried. Instead, she turned from Morgan, ignoring him completely. “You know there wasn't anyone, Garcia.” She insisted desperately.
“Don't look at Garcia, look at me.” Morgan demanded. He sat by Emily's bedside, as Garcia stood helplessly behind him. “We're not not prying into your business. I don't care how you spend your free time. But for the protection of yourself, and the rest of the team, I need to know what happened that night. I understand there may be reasons that you don't want to tell me everything....”
“Reasons?” Emily asked, shaking her head in confusion.
Morgan was growing frustrated. Quickly. This was not a conversation he ever wanted to have with his colleague. “Look, Prentiss, I'm gonna cut to the chase. Quit wasting my time playing games with me!“
Emily felt anger burning inside her at the unfounded accusation. She was bewildered, confused. Why would Morgan believe she was intentionally leading him astray?
“Can you explain that you were wearing....rather skimpy lingerie that night?” Morgan demanded, as if he had a right to know the answer.
This whole conversation had taken an embarrassing turn. Is that what they were all so bothered about? “Have you never slept in your underwear Morgan? Never slept naked? Does it mean you were always entertaining someone?” Emily asked him.
“There were two wine glasses on the table.” Morgan continued, choosing not to answer Emily's question about his sleeping attire.
Emily sighed. Embarrassing as it was, she would tell him the truth. “I do that sometimes, ok? It's like a game. It's pathetic I know. I pretend I'm waiting for someone. I pretend that I have someone to wait for. I do it a lot if you must know.”
Morgan only shook his head. “We found a fingerprint one of the glasses.” Morgan announced, hoping this would lead Emily to a full confession of her relationship with Will, and that he could get the hell out of there and leave Garcia there to pick up the pieces.
“And?” Emily asked.
“It belongs to Will La Montagne.” Morgan announced.
Garcia gasped in surprise.
“Wait, you think...me and Will? ...What? ...No!”
“Physical evidence doesn't lie.” Morgan said calmly.
Garcia felt the need to keep the peace, sensing this conversation was going to escalate out of control “So Will was there, that's all it proves.” She told Morgan. “What has gotten into you?”
“Did Will say....that we...He and me...?” Emily's voice trailed off unable to finish the question.
“We are talking to him now. Though it is odd that he didn't mention that he was at your place that night.” Morgan answered.
“What makes you so sure it was that night?” Garcia wanted to know. “He could have left that finger print another day.”
Morgan turned to Emily “Does Will visit you a lot?”
“No!” Emily answered emphatically. “Will has never 'visited' me. Ever. Is that what you think? Is that what JJ thinks? That Will and I....?”
Emily doesn't have to wait for Morgan to answer, condemnation is written all over his face. Even Garcia is standing stunned by the latest information.
The thought of she and Will in a relationship was ridiculous. Disgusting. The thought that her team could think her capable of such a betrayal was even worse. But the thought that JJ actually believed this bullshit. That was just too much.
Emily turned her head from the questioning shocked questioning eyes of Garcia, and the angry judgemental eyes of Morgan. She took a deep breath, fighting back tears. She closed her eyes, and willed herself to believe this was all a horrifying, confusing, nightmare. But when she opened them again, nothing had changed.
In a swift move Emily threw back the bed clothes and stood to her feet, yanking the the IV from her arm.
“Emily, No.” Garcia protested. She reached forward to take her friends hand. “We believe you, we will sort this all out, I promise, Just get back in bed, You shouldn't be walking around like this. The doctors said you need to rest.”
Emily could feel the burning unrelenting pain across her abdomen as she stood to her feet. Like a thousand knives stabbing into her all at once. But it didn't really hurt her. It only served as a distraction for all the crazy things going on inside her head. As if it wasn't unbearable enough, humiliating enough, to lose JJ to that man. Now she was accused of having an affair with him? Did Morgan really think she was capable? Did Garcia? Did JJ?
Garcia gasped in horror at the sight of the bright blood seeping through Emily's hospital gown as the sutures were ruptured. “Emily, please, stop.” Garcia begged.
Even though she was injured, Emily caught Garcia off guard with the force with which she pushed her aside, causing Garcia to stumble backwards in shock.
“Morgan.” Emily heard Garcia call his name, as if she was pleading with him to do something.
“Get the fuck out of my way.” Emily demanded as Morgan stood blocking the doorway.
“Just listen to Garcia, calm down, get back in bed.” Morgan tried to convince Emily with words, hoping that was all it would take. But the determination in Emily's eyes ought to have made him realise that words would not be enough.