Fic: World Spins Madly On (3/?)
Title: World Spins Madly On (3/?)
Author: Red
Pairing: Emily/JJ
Rating: PG-ish.. I'm not sure
Disclaimer: not mine
Author's note: Sorry for the delay, got very sick and my beta was sick too (and swamped with homework). I'm not so sure about this chapter.. but I hope you enjoy it.
Thank you: For Ex, thank you for doing the beta although you've been buried with that French homework. I owe you. ((hugs)). For my D, love you! For everyone reading this, thank you! :D
Previous chapters:
chap 1: sneaky-in-red.livejournal.com/10842.html#cutid1
chap 2: sneaky-in-red.livejournal.com/11049.html#cutid1
And this is
Chapter 3
“I believe all suffering is caused by ignorance. People inflict pain on others in the selfish pursuit of their happiness or satisfaction.”
-Dalai Lama-
Location: Unknown
Time: 11.05 pm
Emily stirred. Her sleep had been restless and now she felt worse. Her body was burning up and she couldn’t open her eyes. She tried to move - it was an even harder task than to open her eyes. I must be really sick, she thought, feeling uneasy. Then she felt something cool on her forehead; something damp. She sighed inwardly and thought JJ must have found me. She felt at ease as the thought crossed her mind.
“You’re awake,” an unfamiliar voice said, barely above a whisper - sending chills down Emily’s spine. She struggled to open her eyes; panic beginning to form in her mind. She shivered uncontrollably from her fever and fear. “Ssshh... it’s okay, I’m going to take care of you,” the voice said again softly. Emily flinched inwards as a cold finger touched her face. She felt invaded - and she couldn’t do anything about it.
Don’t touch me... she pleaded in her mind, wishing that she had the strength to say it. Her breathing grew heavier as the finger ran across her cheek, and down to her neck. “Go back to sleep, Emily,” the voice whispered. The finger left her. The woman sighed in relief as she heard footsteps moving away from her - at least she was going to be left alone. For now, her mind before she could stop the thought. “Go back to sleep, Emily,” the voice demanded again. “Everything is going to be alright. I’ll be watching you.”
Emily didn’t want to go back to sleep but she was exhausted - and her fever definitely made things worse for her. She fought the urge to fall asleep with no luck. She didn’t know if slumber greeted her, or if she plain passed out soon after the thought.
***
Location: FBI Building, parking area level 2
Time: 12.35 am
JJ was still sitting on the floor, holding Emily’s coat, when Hotch and the team arrived in their cars. Garcia half jumped from the car and rushed to JJ without bothering to park her car properly. She pulled the smaller woman from the floor and hugged her. JJ didn’t react; she couldn’t felt numb with shock.
“JJ, hey girl, it’s okay,” Garcia said when she realized that JJ was in some of trance. The computer wizard looked at Hotch helplessly when she couldn’t bring JJ back down to earth.
Hotch took JJ’s arm, steadying her. “JJ, look at me,” he ordered. His voice was soft and firm at the same time. “JJ?” he shook her and sighed in relief when the blonde woman blinked and her eyes came to focus. He watched as her blue eyes began to fill with panic.
“Hotch, I can’t find Emily,” she repeated what she said on the phone, her voice shaking. “I couldn’t reach her and... and she left her coat and bag and phone and...” she looked at Hotch. “I can’t find Emily.”
Hotch nodded. “I know, I know. It’s okay. We’re going to find her, okay?” he assured her - hoping that he could keep his promise. “Now let’s get you inside; you’re freezing,” He motioned Garcia to take JJ. The unit chief was about to tell his team to work the scene when he realized that everyone had already started to do so. It was their friend’s - family member’s life - at stake now and there was no time to waste.
Hotch and Rossi followed Garcia and JJ inside. They needed to know what JJ knew - or what she didn’t know. They had never seen the press liaison so confused, so broken like this before; except when Reid had been taken. Hotch sighed. He told Garcia to pull the security cameras’ feed and study them as soon as JJ had been seated in one of the chairs in Hotch’s office.
The tech wizard blinked at Hotch’s request. She didn’t want to leave her friend, but she knew that they didn’t any have time to lose - and she knew that JJ was in good hands. She turned around and ran to her office down the hall.
The unit chief put his own coat around JJ and began to ask her questions softly; as if talking to a child. JJ replied in short, broken sentences. All she could think about was Emily and her whereabouts; she barely heard what Hotch was asking her. When Hotch was done, it was JJ’s turn to ask questions.
“We’re going to find her, aren’t we?” the blonde woman asked. She was still holding Emily’s coat, clinging to it as if it would bring Emily back. The look in her eyes broke Hotch’s heart.
“Of course we are,” he said. He hated to say what he was about tell JJ, but at the moment he needed all the help he could get - Emily Prentiss needed it. “JJ,” Hotch said. “We’re going to get Emily back... to you, to us, but I need you to focus right now. I need you to focus on finding her.”
JJ’s blue eyes met Hotch’s deep brown as the realization hit her. She was not helping Emily by panicking. She nodded. “I’m sorry, Hotch,” she said; her voice steadier than before. She stood up as she saw Garcia walked towards them, holding a laptop.
“Get everyone in here,” she said in a businesslike tone. “You’re not gonna like it,” she added.
***
Location: Unknown
Time: 12:50 am
A wave of nausea awoke Emily up. She shivered and bit her lower lip to stop herself from throwing up. She was too weak to move, and the last thing she needed was to choke on her own vomit. She felt a hand on the nape of her neck, pushing her to the side of the bed, and she couldn’t hold the vomit any longer. She threw up. She was still too weak to open her eyes and too weak to struggle when her face and mouth were wiped clean with a damp cloth.
Emily didn’t know how many people were holding her captive. Her ears were ringing - she knew she was terribly sick. Her body stiffened as the hand on her neck moved to the front of her blouse. She panicked. Don’t touch me... don’t touch me... JJ... Jennifer help! She screamed inside her head.
“To suffering, there is a limit; to fearing, none.”
-Francis Bacon Sr.-
a/n: What do you think?
Author: Red
Pairing: Emily/JJ
Rating: PG-ish.. I'm not sure
Disclaimer: not mine
Author's note: Sorry for the delay, got very sick and my beta was sick too (and swamped with homework). I'm not so sure about this chapter.. but I hope you enjoy it.
Thank you: For Ex, thank you for doing the beta although you've been buried with that French homework. I owe you. ((hugs)). For my D, love you! For everyone reading this, thank you! :D
Previous chapters:
chap 1: sneaky-in-red.livejournal.com/10842.html#cutid1
chap 2: sneaky-in-red.livejournal.com/11049.html#cutid1
And this is
Chapter 3
“I believe all suffering is caused by ignorance. People inflict pain on others in the selfish pursuit of their happiness or satisfaction.”
-Dalai Lama-
Location: Unknown
Time: 11.05 pm
Emily stirred. Her sleep had been restless and now she felt worse. Her body was burning up and she couldn’t open her eyes. She tried to move - it was an even harder task than to open her eyes. I must be really sick, she thought, feeling uneasy. Then she felt something cool on her forehead; something damp. She sighed inwardly and thought JJ must have found me. She felt at ease as the thought crossed her mind.
“You’re awake,” an unfamiliar voice said, barely above a whisper - sending chills down Emily’s spine. She struggled to open her eyes; panic beginning to form in her mind. She shivered uncontrollably from her fever and fear. “Ssshh... it’s okay, I’m going to take care of you,” the voice said again softly. Emily flinched inwards as a cold finger touched her face. She felt invaded - and she couldn’t do anything about it.
Don’t touch me... she pleaded in her mind, wishing that she had the strength to say it. Her breathing grew heavier as the finger ran across her cheek, and down to her neck. “Go back to sleep, Emily,” the voice whispered. The finger left her. The woman sighed in relief as she heard footsteps moving away from her - at least she was going to be left alone. For now, her mind before she could stop the thought. “Go back to sleep, Emily,” the voice demanded again. “Everything is going to be alright. I’ll be watching you.”
Emily didn’t want to go back to sleep but she was exhausted - and her fever definitely made things worse for her. She fought the urge to fall asleep with no luck. She didn’t know if slumber greeted her, or if she plain passed out soon after the thought.
***
Location: FBI Building, parking area level 2
Time: 12.35 am
JJ was still sitting on the floor, holding Emily’s coat, when Hotch and the team arrived in their cars. Garcia half jumped from the car and rushed to JJ without bothering to park her car properly. She pulled the smaller woman from the floor and hugged her. JJ didn’t react; she couldn’t felt numb with shock.
“JJ, hey girl, it’s okay,” Garcia said when she realized that JJ was in some of trance. The computer wizard looked at Hotch helplessly when she couldn’t bring JJ back down to earth.
Hotch took JJ’s arm, steadying her. “JJ, look at me,” he ordered. His voice was soft and firm at the same time. “JJ?” he shook her and sighed in relief when the blonde woman blinked and her eyes came to focus. He watched as her blue eyes began to fill with panic.
“Hotch, I can’t find Emily,” she repeated what she said on the phone, her voice shaking. “I couldn’t reach her and... and she left her coat and bag and phone and...” she looked at Hotch. “I can’t find Emily.”
Hotch nodded. “I know, I know. It’s okay. We’re going to find her, okay?” he assured her - hoping that he could keep his promise. “Now let’s get you inside; you’re freezing,” He motioned Garcia to take JJ. The unit chief was about to tell his team to work the scene when he realized that everyone had already started to do so. It was their friend’s - family member’s life - at stake now and there was no time to waste.
Hotch and Rossi followed Garcia and JJ inside. They needed to know what JJ knew - or what she didn’t know. They had never seen the press liaison so confused, so broken like this before; except when Reid had been taken. Hotch sighed. He told Garcia to pull the security cameras’ feed and study them as soon as JJ had been seated in one of the chairs in Hotch’s office.
The tech wizard blinked at Hotch’s request. She didn’t want to leave her friend, but she knew that they didn’t any have time to lose - and she knew that JJ was in good hands. She turned around and ran to her office down the hall.
The unit chief put his own coat around JJ and began to ask her questions softly; as if talking to a child. JJ replied in short, broken sentences. All she could think about was Emily and her whereabouts; she barely heard what Hotch was asking her. When Hotch was done, it was JJ’s turn to ask questions.
“We’re going to find her, aren’t we?” the blonde woman asked. She was still holding Emily’s coat, clinging to it as if it would bring Emily back. The look in her eyes broke Hotch’s heart.
“Of course we are,” he said. He hated to say what he was about tell JJ, but at the moment he needed all the help he could get - Emily Prentiss needed it. “JJ,” Hotch said. “We’re going to get Emily back... to you, to us, but I need you to focus right now. I need you to focus on finding her.”
JJ’s blue eyes met Hotch’s deep brown as the realization hit her. She was not helping Emily by panicking. She nodded. “I’m sorry, Hotch,” she said; her voice steadier than before. She stood up as she saw Garcia walked towards them, holding a laptop.
“Get everyone in here,” she said in a businesslike tone. “You’re not gonna like it,” she added.
***
Location: Unknown
Time: 12:50 am
A wave of nausea awoke Emily up. She shivered and bit her lower lip to stop herself from throwing up. She was too weak to move, and the last thing she needed was to choke on her own vomit. She felt a hand on the nape of her neck, pushing her to the side of the bed, and she couldn’t hold the vomit any longer. She threw up. She was still too weak to open her eyes and too weak to struggle when her face and mouth were wiped clean with a damp cloth.
Emily didn’t know how many people were holding her captive. Her ears were ringing - she knew she was terribly sick. Her body stiffened as the hand on her neck moved to the front of her blouse. She panicked. Don’t touch me... don’t touch me... JJ... Jennifer help! She screamed inside her head.
“To suffering, there is a limit; to fearing, none.”
-Francis Bacon Sr.-
a/n: What do you think?