Inferno (Emily/JJ) part 5
Title: Inferno (5/?)
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Emily/JJ
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds. This is just for entertainment purposes.
Summary: A killer is enacting Dante's Divine Comedy, can the team catch him before he reaches the ninth and final circle and can Emily and JJ finally cross the line into something more than friendship? How will Henry affect JJ's outlook on the case and on Emily?
A/N: my first attempt at more than fluff in a story so please be kind!
A bit longer again to make up for the short one last time.
“Christ!” Morgan swore when the sight and smell of the body hit him full on as he entered the grimy bathroom of Jamie Lewis, a NYU dropout with a history of depression and drug addiction. He had been the top of Garcia’s list. “How long’s he been dead Doc?”
“At least three days.” The ME confirmed, standing up and away from the body. “I’ll have to do a full autopsy to be sure but I’m confident in my assessment that this is a drowning, I’d say suicide but the bruises on his forehead and chest suggest he was held down. He didn’t stand a chance.”
Morgan nodded and walked back out of the room. “Hotch, you still want me and Prentiss to head out to the wife’s?”
“Take JJ with you. This guy’s devolving, killing only three days apart and if it’s not Rain then i want to know as soon as possible.” Hotch said.
“Rossi and I are going to head up to the law firm and see if they can get a feel for the guy without spooking him. An UnSub like this may go into a frenzy to complete his mission is he thinks we’re onto him.” Hotch said. “Reid can go over the list, see if he can find our next victim before Rain does.”
.................................................................................................................
“I think Morgan knows something happened last night.” JJ whispered to Emily as they waited for Morgan to finish up parking the car. They were standing in the hall outside an apartment that had seen better days in a building that hadn’t been renovated since the eighties.
“Nothing happened last night, not really.” Emily said. “How could he possibly know?”
“You remember what you do for a living right? Your brain hasn’t been turned to mush?”
“Turned to mush?” Emile smirked.
“I saw it on a cartoon Henry was watching the other day.” JJ said defensively.
“Henry was watching a cartoon?” Emily continued smirking, now raising an eyebrow to add to her look of amused disbelief.
“Yep,” JJ said, turning from Emily to watch as Morgan made his way up the stairs, “Rugrats, can’t beat the classics.”
“You still scared of taking the elevator?” Emily teased, turning her smirk on Morgan.
“Ha ha.” Morgan deadpanned. “This place is a dump, student digs if I ever saw them. It’s quite a fall in standard from a house in Westchester. Must be love.”
“Or she figured out her husband was psychotic.” JJ countered, knocking on the door.
“Not psychotic, I hate it when people use words they don’t know the meaning...” Morgan’s rant was cut short when an attractive blonde woman no older than 24 opened the door.
“Can I help you?” She asked, brushing her hand affectionately over the head of the young toddler clinging to her leg.
“Miss Jones?” Emily guessed. The woman nodded. “We’re from the FBI,” Emily said, flashing her badge in time with JJ and Morgan, “is Mrs. Rain at home?”
“Can I ask what this is about?” She asked.
“It’s about her ex. Can we come in?” Morgan asked.
The woman nodded, bending down to pick up the small boy and gesturing for them to come in. “She’s in the living room. She’s not been well so...”
JJ smiled reassuringly as she passed the younger woman. “Don’t worry, it won’t take long.”
The three agent walked into the living room, a small room just off the main hall, as Leila Jones took the Rain child into the other room. JJ was glad, she wouldn’t want Henry in the room if she was being questioned by the FBI over his father.
“Mrs. Rain, we’re Agents Prentiss, Jareau and Morgan.” Emily introduced, taking in the frail woman in front of her. Cassidy Rain was thirty-three, they knew this from the information Garcia had sent them, but at the moment she looked as if she was in her sixties. Garcia had warned them that she may not be in the best of health, having been diagnosed with a rapidly progressing form of Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma two weeks after leaving her husband and was currently undergoing the most severe course of chemotherapy and radiotherapy licences in the United States. It was clear that she had once been beautiful but in the recent months her dark hair had lost its shine and her skin had become so pallid that it was practically translucent. “Can we ask you a few questions about your husband?”
The weakened woman nodded, barely able to sit up without aid. “What’s he done now?”
“We just wanted to ask a few questions about how he took your breakup.” Morgan said. “Did he get angry when you told him you were leaving?”
“He didn’t even flinch.” She said. “It was as if he hadn’t even heard me.”
“Are you aware he underwent psychological treatment in the weeks following the breakup?” JJ asked.
Cassidy Rain nodded. “I’m still his next of kin, the hospital phoned me when he was admitted.”
“Did he have any psychological problems before the breakup?” Morgan asked. “Maybe an overly short temper or...”
“After the baby was born her slipped into a depression. He wouldn’t even look at Jonathan, he’s never touched him once in his two years of life. He got completely shut off, wouldn’t talk to me about it or go to see someone professional. After one and a half years of not being touched by him I met Leila. I just couldn’t stand being with him anymore, that’s when I left.” She explained, her voice showing her need to justify the decision to leave her husband.
“And he didn’t see a psychiatrist at all during this time?” Emily asked.
Cassidy shook her head no. “He seemed to have some kind of post-natal depression you know? Changed completely from the moment Jonathan was born.”
A coughing fit halted the conversation, only ending when Leila rushed in with a glass of water with something cloudy dissolved in it, helping Cassidy to take a sip before sitting down beside her to hold the drink whist the coughing subsided.
“We just have one last question Mrs... Cassidy.” Morgan said, quickly dropped the formality at the sight in front of him. “Did your husband ever read Dante’s Divine Comedy?”
“He had an old leather bound copy he got on London. He read it all the time, why?” Cassidy asked.
“Just something to do with a case we’re currently working.” JJ said, smiling in that way that put everyone at ease. “It’s nothing for you to worry about, just routine enquiries.”
Cassidy seemed satisfied with the answer.
“If that’s all, I’ll show you out.” Leila said, standing from the couch and ushering them out of the room. The move was a protective one, not a rude one, so the three agents didn’t protest as they were shown into the hallway and to the front door. Once they were outside Leila followed them, closing the door behind her. “This is about the killings on the news isn’t it? They mentioned the Inferno.”
JJ nodded.
“You think it’s him?” Leila asked.
“We really aren’t at a liberty to say.” JJ answered, her eyes conveying all they couldn’t vocalise.
“I don’t want her to know.” Leila said. “She’s going through enough without being dragged through this as well. I don’t want her knowing that she was the stressor that set this guy off.”
Emily raised her eyebrow at the use of the profiling term.
“I minored in Social Psychology at Yale.” She explained. “We had a series of lectures from a profiler called Gideon on Criminal Psychology.”
“He was a colleague of ours.” Morgan smiled, his memory drifting back to a time when Jason Gideon had been the lead profiler on their team. “Thank you for your time, we’re sorry for any inconvenience.”
“Our prayers are with Cassidy.” JJ said kindly.
“Thank you.”Leila nodded before disappearing back into the apartment.
.................................................................................................................
Back at the station the team members shared what they had learned.
“I don’t realistically think that the wife will make it to testify if Rain’s our guy. Even if she’s still alive she’ll be in no fit state.” Morgan said.
“Who has legal rights over the child?” Rossi asked.
“Garcia says that Cassidy has put an application in for Leila Jones to be awarded sole custardy upon her death.” JJ filled in. “It’s being rushed through the courts.”
“With Rain’s history of mental health problems and the violent outbursts at work we discovered he won’t stand a chance.” Hotch said. “No judge in his right mind would award him custardy.”
“That doesn’t mean that Jones will get it though. Not with the state of the legal system as it is.” Morgan said. “Especially once they hear that Cassidy Rain left her lawyer husband for her.”
“Then let’s make sure we get this guy before then.” Hotch said.
“Are we sure he’s our guy?” Reid asked.
“Everything fits.” Rossi said.
“His wife even said he had a thing for Date.” Emily chipped in.
Hotch was silent for a moment, considering. “Everything we have in circumstantial, not enough for a warrant.”
“Bring him in, a mission killer like him won’t be able to resist the temptation to mouth off about his kills.” Emily said.
“And if you mention his wife and her girlfriend, maybe bring in his child, he won’t last long.” Morgan said.
“It’ll be one of the most harsh interrogations we have ever done.” Hotch said, clearly uncomfortab;e with the idea. “And if we can’t get anything to stick then we could all be risking our jobs.”
“He bludgeoned a baby to death.” JJ said, her eyes dark and wild.
Hotch nodded. “We’ll bring him in.”
.................................................................................................................
Rain hadn’t put up a fight when they had burst into his home, Kevlar vests in place and guns raised. He had come quietly, clutching his copy of the Divine Comedy to his chest as he was bundled into the NYPD car, hands cuffed. Now, four hours later, Emily and Rossi were in the interrogation room with him.
Rossi laid the pictures of the crime scenes out in front of Joseph Rain. “Emilia Carson, David Anderson, James O’Neill, Tom Ryman, Antoinette Nevau and Jamie Lewis. Six bodies in less than three months that’s one serious appetite for killing you have there.”
“I’ve never seen these people before.” Rain said, looking straight into Rossi’s eyes. He hadn’t looked at Emily since she walked into the room.
“What set you off Joseph? Was it the fact that your wife left you?” Rossi asked, his voice soft as he prepared to play good cop to Emily’s bad cop. If the profile was right he had an inferiority complex when it came to women so Emily was just the person to get him to crack.
Rain looked down.
“Or was it the fact that she left you for another woman?” Emily asked, her voice laced with a smugness she knew would get Rain roiled up. “A younger woman with a better degree than you from a better college than you and with career prospects that you could never dream of.”
“Come on man, I know how hard that must have been just tell me what happened and I can help you.” Rossi said, sitting down opposite Rain.
“Help him?” Emily laughed. “We have enough evidence to send him away for life. Why are we even bothering with this? He’s obviously not worth it, just an impotent nobody past his prime who couldn’t keep his wife satisfied.”
“Shut up.” Rain bit, his voice low and dangerous.
“She was so desperate she had to turn to her valley girl of an assistant to get off.” Emily continued, circling behind him. “Do you want to know what they were doing when we called over there to ask her some questions about you? Let’s just say you were definitely not the reason she was so... worked up.”
“I said shut up!” Rain shouted.
“Is that what did it for you? Is that was set you off? Or is it the fact that your son calls your wife’s girlfriend ‘Mom’?” Emily said, stopping beside him and bringing her hands down on the table with a bang.
“You lying bitch!” Rain snapped, jumping up from his seat and slamming Emily into the wall, smashing her face against it. “Yes I killed them, I killed them because they were all sinners. Sinners like you that bitch!”
The door burst open and Rain was pulled off Emily before he could do any serious damage but not before blood trickled down her forehead and into her eye, blocking her vision.
“I’ll get you, you bitch!” He yelled as he was dragged out of the room. “You and that blonde whore from the TV, don’t think I didn’t see her talking about me because I did and I’m going to kill both of you!”
“You okay?”Rossi asked, placing a hand on Emily’s shoulder.
“I got a confession didn’t I? It’s only a matter of time ‘till he’s sent down and he’s never going to get out.” She wiped the blood from her eye, following it up to the cut on her head.
“Come on, let’s get someone to take a look at the cut.” Rossi said guiding Emily from the room, ignoring Emily’s protests that she was fine and that she didn’t need to see anybody about her ‘scratch’.
.................................................................................................................
JJ sat opposite Emily on the plane, Reid sitting protectively beside her. He hadn’t left her side since Rain’s threat, despite the man’s incarceration. Morgan was sat next to Emily whilst Hotch and Rossi slept in the individual chairs at the back of the plane.
“What is with you and head injuries?” JJ said, motherly concern and a hint of scolding entering her voice as she leant across the table to brush Emily’s bangs to the side to inspect the stitches on the brunette’s forehead.
“At least now it’s even.” Morgan joked. “One on each side.”
Emily hit him on the arm. “I didn’t see you volunteering to get Rain worked up enough to confess. That bastard is going to be locked up for the rest of his life thanks to me.” She was smirking slightly, enjoying the look of adoration JJ was giving her.
“What if he doesn’t get found guilty? What if...” Reid began, inching closer to JJ.
“Then JJ will have a bad ass Southern cop with a gun to protect her.” Morgan assured him.
JJ sighed, knowing that know was the perfect opportunity to come clean about her and Will. She had told Garcia that evening when they were waiting for clearance to fly, the tech analyst had been over the moon when JJ had slipped in the fact that she and Emily had kissed the night before. She had been sworn to secret and JJ knew that she would keep quiet to protect the two of them. “Will and I broke up.”
“What?” Reid quickly turned to JJ. “Are you alright? What did he do? How could he leave you and Henry?”
“Actually I left him.” JJ said.
“Good for you, he was never right for you.” Morgan smiled at her, a glint in his eye saying that he knew more than he was letting on.
“Do you need any help with Henry, I mean I am his godfather and I was thinking I could...”
JJ cut Reid off. “No need, I’m fine. And besides, Emily is coming over tonight to help me with him. Aren’t you Em?” JJ smiled impishly at Emily.
“Can’t let you do this alone can I? Especially after such a hard case, you need to rest.” Emily smiled back.
“Yeah... rest.” JJ smirked.
“Something tells me that there isn’t going to be much resting going on.” Morgan said, adding his own smirk to the mix.
“What? Why?” Reid asked, frowning as the other three dissolved into laughter. “I don’t get it, why won’t JJ be getting any rest?”
“It goes without saying that this is incredibly knew and not to go beyond this table.” Emily said.
“Of course, though I assume my girl already knows?” Morgan asked,
JJ nodded.
“Then my lips are sealed. And for the record, it’s about time. I’m happy for you, for both of you.” Morgan said, squeezing Emily with one arm.
“What’s going on? I don’t understand.” Reid said.
“You promise not to freak out and not to tell anyone?” JJ asked him.
“Of course!” He said eagerly, he would agree to anything JJ asked him.
JJ stood up, checking that Hotch and Rossi were definitely asleep before leaning across the table and placing a chaste kiss on Emily’s lips. Sitting back down again she turned to Reid.
“Do you understand now?” She asked him, her voice soft. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings.
“You and Emily?” He asked.
JJ nodded.
“Oh.” He said. “That’s great.” Emily gave him a sympathetic smile and he finally smiled back. “You both deserve to be happy.”
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Emily/JJ
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds. This is just for entertainment purposes.
Summary: A killer is enacting Dante's Divine Comedy, can the team catch him before he reaches the ninth and final circle and can Emily and JJ finally cross the line into something more than friendship? How will Henry affect JJ's outlook on the case and on Emily?
A/N: my first attempt at more than fluff in a story so please be kind!
A bit longer again to make up for the short one last time.
“Christ!” Morgan swore when the sight and smell of the body hit him full on as he entered the grimy bathroom of Jamie Lewis, a NYU dropout with a history of depression and drug addiction. He had been the top of Garcia’s list. “How long’s he been dead Doc?”
“At least three days.” The ME confirmed, standing up and away from the body. “I’ll have to do a full autopsy to be sure but I’m confident in my assessment that this is a drowning, I’d say suicide but the bruises on his forehead and chest suggest he was held down. He didn’t stand a chance.”
Morgan nodded and walked back out of the room. “Hotch, you still want me and Prentiss to head out to the wife’s?”
“Take JJ with you. This guy’s devolving, killing only three days apart and if it’s not Rain then i want to know as soon as possible.” Hotch said.
“Rossi and I are going to head up to the law firm and see if they can get a feel for the guy without spooking him. An UnSub like this may go into a frenzy to complete his mission is he thinks we’re onto him.” Hotch said. “Reid can go over the list, see if he can find our next victim before Rain does.”
.................................................................................................................
“I think Morgan knows something happened last night.” JJ whispered to Emily as they waited for Morgan to finish up parking the car. They were standing in the hall outside an apartment that had seen better days in a building that hadn’t been renovated since the eighties.
“Nothing happened last night, not really.” Emily said. “How could he possibly know?”
“You remember what you do for a living right? Your brain hasn’t been turned to mush?”
“Turned to mush?” Emile smirked.
“I saw it on a cartoon Henry was watching the other day.” JJ said defensively.
“Henry was watching a cartoon?” Emily continued smirking, now raising an eyebrow to add to her look of amused disbelief.
“Yep,” JJ said, turning from Emily to watch as Morgan made his way up the stairs, “Rugrats, can’t beat the classics.”
“You still scared of taking the elevator?” Emily teased, turning her smirk on Morgan.
“Ha ha.” Morgan deadpanned. “This place is a dump, student digs if I ever saw them. It’s quite a fall in standard from a house in Westchester. Must be love.”
“Or she figured out her husband was psychotic.” JJ countered, knocking on the door.
“Not psychotic, I hate it when people use words they don’t know the meaning...” Morgan’s rant was cut short when an attractive blonde woman no older than 24 opened the door.
“Can I help you?” She asked, brushing her hand affectionately over the head of the young toddler clinging to her leg.
“Miss Jones?” Emily guessed. The woman nodded. “We’re from the FBI,” Emily said, flashing her badge in time with JJ and Morgan, “is Mrs. Rain at home?”
“Can I ask what this is about?” She asked.
“It’s about her ex. Can we come in?” Morgan asked.
The woman nodded, bending down to pick up the small boy and gesturing for them to come in. “She’s in the living room. She’s not been well so...”
JJ smiled reassuringly as she passed the younger woman. “Don’t worry, it won’t take long.”
The three agent walked into the living room, a small room just off the main hall, as Leila Jones took the Rain child into the other room. JJ was glad, she wouldn’t want Henry in the room if she was being questioned by the FBI over his father.
“Mrs. Rain, we’re Agents Prentiss, Jareau and Morgan.” Emily introduced, taking in the frail woman in front of her. Cassidy Rain was thirty-three, they knew this from the information Garcia had sent them, but at the moment she looked as if she was in her sixties. Garcia had warned them that she may not be in the best of health, having been diagnosed with a rapidly progressing form of Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma two weeks after leaving her husband and was currently undergoing the most severe course of chemotherapy and radiotherapy licences in the United States. It was clear that she had once been beautiful but in the recent months her dark hair had lost its shine and her skin had become so pallid that it was practically translucent. “Can we ask you a few questions about your husband?”
The weakened woman nodded, barely able to sit up without aid. “What’s he done now?”
“We just wanted to ask a few questions about how he took your breakup.” Morgan said. “Did he get angry when you told him you were leaving?”
“He didn’t even flinch.” She said. “It was as if he hadn’t even heard me.”
“Are you aware he underwent psychological treatment in the weeks following the breakup?” JJ asked.
Cassidy Rain nodded. “I’m still his next of kin, the hospital phoned me when he was admitted.”
“Did he have any psychological problems before the breakup?” Morgan asked. “Maybe an overly short temper or...”
“After the baby was born her slipped into a depression. He wouldn’t even look at Jonathan, he’s never touched him once in his two years of life. He got completely shut off, wouldn’t talk to me about it or go to see someone professional. After one and a half years of not being touched by him I met Leila. I just couldn’t stand being with him anymore, that’s when I left.” She explained, her voice showing her need to justify the decision to leave her husband.
“And he didn’t see a psychiatrist at all during this time?” Emily asked.
Cassidy shook her head no. “He seemed to have some kind of post-natal depression you know? Changed completely from the moment Jonathan was born.”
A coughing fit halted the conversation, only ending when Leila rushed in with a glass of water with something cloudy dissolved in it, helping Cassidy to take a sip before sitting down beside her to hold the drink whist the coughing subsided.
“We just have one last question Mrs... Cassidy.” Morgan said, quickly dropped the formality at the sight in front of him. “Did your husband ever read Dante’s Divine Comedy?”
“He had an old leather bound copy he got on London. He read it all the time, why?” Cassidy asked.
“Just something to do with a case we’re currently working.” JJ said, smiling in that way that put everyone at ease. “It’s nothing for you to worry about, just routine enquiries.”
Cassidy seemed satisfied with the answer.
“If that’s all, I’ll show you out.” Leila said, standing from the couch and ushering them out of the room. The move was a protective one, not a rude one, so the three agents didn’t protest as they were shown into the hallway and to the front door. Once they were outside Leila followed them, closing the door behind her. “This is about the killings on the news isn’t it? They mentioned the Inferno.”
JJ nodded.
“You think it’s him?” Leila asked.
“We really aren’t at a liberty to say.” JJ answered, her eyes conveying all they couldn’t vocalise.
“I don’t want her to know.” Leila said. “She’s going through enough without being dragged through this as well. I don’t want her knowing that she was the stressor that set this guy off.”
Emily raised her eyebrow at the use of the profiling term.
“I minored in Social Psychology at Yale.” She explained. “We had a series of lectures from a profiler called Gideon on Criminal Psychology.”
“He was a colleague of ours.” Morgan smiled, his memory drifting back to a time when Jason Gideon had been the lead profiler on their team. “Thank you for your time, we’re sorry for any inconvenience.”
“Our prayers are with Cassidy.” JJ said kindly.
“Thank you.”Leila nodded before disappearing back into the apartment.
.................................................................................................................
Back at the station the team members shared what they had learned.
“I don’t realistically think that the wife will make it to testify if Rain’s our guy. Even if she’s still alive she’ll be in no fit state.” Morgan said.
“Who has legal rights over the child?” Rossi asked.
“Garcia says that Cassidy has put an application in for Leila Jones to be awarded sole custardy upon her death.” JJ filled in. “It’s being rushed through the courts.”
“With Rain’s history of mental health problems and the violent outbursts at work we discovered he won’t stand a chance.” Hotch said. “No judge in his right mind would award him custardy.”
“That doesn’t mean that Jones will get it though. Not with the state of the legal system as it is.” Morgan said. “Especially once they hear that Cassidy Rain left her lawyer husband for her.”
“Then let’s make sure we get this guy before then.” Hotch said.
“Are we sure he’s our guy?” Reid asked.
“Everything fits.” Rossi said.
“His wife even said he had a thing for Date.” Emily chipped in.
Hotch was silent for a moment, considering. “Everything we have in circumstantial, not enough for a warrant.”
“Bring him in, a mission killer like him won’t be able to resist the temptation to mouth off about his kills.” Emily said.
“And if you mention his wife and her girlfriend, maybe bring in his child, he won’t last long.” Morgan said.
“It’ll be one of the most harsh interrogations we have ever done.” Hotch said, clearly uncomfortab;e with the idea. “And if we can’t get anything to stick then we could all be risking our jobs.”
“He bludgeoned a baby to death.” JJ said, her eyes dark and wild.
Hotch nodded. “We’ll bring him in.”
.................................................................................................................
Rain hadn’t put up a fight when they had burst into his home, Kevlar vests in place and guns raised. He had come quietly, clutching his copy of the Divine Comedy to his chest as he was bundled into the NYPD car, hands cuffed. Now, four hours later, Emily and Rossi were in the interrogation room with him.
Rossi laid the pictures of the crime scenes out in front of Joseph Rain. “Emilia Carson, David Anderson, James O’Neill, Tom Ryman, Antoinette Nevau and Jamie Lewis. Six bodies in less than three months that’s one serious appetite for killing you have there.”
“I’ve never seen these people before.” Rain said, looking straight into Rossi’s eyes. He hadn’t looked at Emily since she walked into the room.
“What set you off Joseph? Was it the fact that your wife left you?” Rossi asked, his voice soft as he prepared to play good cop to Emily’s bad cop. If the profile was right he had an inferiority complex when it came to women so Emily was just the person to get him to crack.
Rain looked down.
“Or was it the fact that she left you for another woman?” Emily asked, her voice laced with a smugness she knew would get Rain roiled up. “A younger woman with a better degree than you from a better college than you and with career prospects that you could never dream of.”
“Come on man, I know how hard that must have been just tell me what happened and I can help you.” Rossi said, sitting down opposite Rain.
“Help him?” Emily laughed. “We have enough evidence to send him away for life. Why are we even bothering with this? He’s obviously not worth it, just an impotent nobody past his prime who couldn’t keep his wife satisfied.”
“Shut up.” Rain bit, his voice low and dangerous.
“She was so desperate she had to turn to her valley girl of an assistant to get off.” Emily continued, circling behind him. “Do you want to know what they were doing when we called over there to ask her some questions about you? Let’s just say you were definitely not the reason she was so... worked up.”
“I said shut up!” Rain shouted.
“Is that what did it for you? Is that was set you off? Or is it the fact that your son calls your wife’s girlfriend ‘Mom’?” Emily said, stopping beside him and bringing her hands down on the table with a bang.
“You lying bitch!” Rain snapped, jumping up from his seat and slamming Emily into the wall, smashing her face against it. “Yes I killed them, I killed them because they were all sinners. Sinners like you that bitch!”
The door burst open and Rain was pulled off Emily before he could do any serious damage but not before blood trickled down her forehead and into her eye, blocking her vision.
“I’ll get you, you bitch!” He yelled as he was dragged out of the room. “You and that blonde whore from the TV, don’t think I didn’t see her talking about me because I did and I’m going to kill both of you!”
“You okay?”Rossi asked, placing a hand on Emily’s shoulder.
“I got a confession didn’t I? It’s only a matter of time ‘till he’s sent down and he’s never going to get out.” She wiped the blood from her eye, following it up to the cut on her head.
“Come on, let’s get someone to take a look at the cut.” Rossi said guiding Emily from the room, ignoring Emily’s protests that she was fine and that she didn’t need to see anybody about her ‘scratch’.
.................................................................................................................
JJ sat opposite Emily on the plane, Reid sitting protectively beside her. He hadn’t left her side since Rain’s threat, despite the man’s incarceration. Morgan was sat next to Emily whilst Hotch and Rossi slept in the individual chairs at the back of the plane.
“What is with you and head injuries?” JJ said, motherly concern and a hint of scolding entering her voice as she leant across the table to brush Emily’s bangs to the side to inspect the stitches on the brunette’s forehead.
“At least now it’s even.” Morgan joked. “One on each side.”
Emily hit him on the arm. “I didn’t see you volunteering to get Rain worked up enough to confess. That bastard is going to be locked up for the rest of his life thanks to me.” She was smirking slightly, enjoying the look of adoration JJ was giving her.
“What if he doesn’t get found guilty? What if...” Reid began, inching closer to JJ.
“Then JJ will have a bad ass Southern cop with a gun to protect her.” Morgan assured him.
JJ sighed, knowing that know was the perfect opportunity to come clean about her and Will. She had told Garcia that evening when they were waiting for clearance to fly, the tech analyst had been over the moon when JJ had slipped in the fact that she and Emily had kissed the night before. She had been sworn to secret and JJ knew that she would keep quiet to protect the two of them. “Will and I broke up.”
“What?” Reid quickly turned to JJ. “Are you alright? What did he do? How could he leave you and Henry?”
“Actually I left him.” JJ said.
“Good for you, he was never right for you.” Morgan smiled at her, a glint in his eye saying that he knew more than he was letting on.
“Do you need any help with Henry, I mean I am his godfather and I was thinking I could...”
JJ cut Reid off. “No need, I’m fine. And besides, Emily is coming over tonight to help me with him. Aren’t you Em?” JJ smiled impishly at Emily.
“Can’t let you do this alone can I? Especially after such a hard case, you need to rest.” Emily smiled back.
“Yeah... rest.” JJ smirked.
“Something tells me that there isn’t going to be much resting going on.” Morgan said, adding his own smirk to the mix.
“What? Why?” Reid asked, frowning as the other three dissolved into laughter. “I don’t get it, why won’t JJ be getting any rest?”
“It goes without saying that this is incredibly knew and not to go beyond this table.” Emily said.
“Of course, though I assume my girl already knows?” Morgan asked,
JJ nodded.
“Then my lips are sealed. And for the record, it’s about time. I’m happy for you, for both of you.” Morgan said, squeezing Emily with one arm.
“What’s going on? I don’t understand.” Reid said.
“You promise not to freak out and not to tell anyone?” JJ asked him.
“Of course!” He said eagerly, he would agree to anything JJ asked him.
JJ stood up, checking that Hotch and Rossi were definitely asleep before leaning across the table and placing a chaste kiss on Emily’s lips. Sitting back down again she turned to Reid.
“Do you understand now?” She asked him, her voice soft. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings.
“You and Emily?” He asked.
JJ nodded.
“Oh.” He said. “That’s great.” Emily gave him a sympathetic smile and he finally smiled back. “You both deserve to be happy.”