The planets bend between us

Chapter 14

Seven Months Later

"What does the baby represent empathy wise for Darla?" The student of the Psych in Pop Culture class asked. "She acted selflessly to save Connor. That's not a normal action of a psychopath."

Emily smiled, glad that the students took her topic seriously, and asked intelligent questions. "You're right. Darla does seem like quite an exception. Other than Spike, of course. So, in the real world, the idea of 'love' of a child by a psychopath isn't well known or studied. It's hard to know exactly how one psychopath would feel for their child. I've talked to some who say they don't feel anything. I know some who swear they love their child. But most of them say they feel some sort of obligation and protectiveness. Almost like a teacher or mentor, rather than a parent." She caught Remi's smile as her girlfriend watched her profiler working.

"So is Darla's love for her son incorrect?" The student asked. "Is it incorrectly misrepresented?"

Emily let out a chuckle. "Maybe. Maybe not. I'm not the creator. The whole storyline could have been used as drama. There may have been no psychological thought to it. Spike and Darla are obvious examples of how the theory could be incorrect. We could be reading too much into it." She turned the floor over to her girlfriend.

"So much of what we think are easter eggs or theories, aren't really anything, and the creators didn't even realize they added something in there that fans would notice. And sometimes, the creators take credit for something really intelligent that the watchers notice, that the creators didn't even intend to do. Pulling apart what's accidental and real, that's the really difficult part. And that is what we will talk about more next class. Class dismissed." Remi watched the students trickle out of the room as she walked up to her grinning girlfriend. When the last student left, she pulled Emily into an embrace and whispered in her ear, "You did great today."

"Same to you," Emily replied before kissing her. "I love watching you work. It's very, very, very sexy."

Remi giggled as her fingers went down Emily's back. "Hot for a teacher, eh?"

"Mmmm," Emily groaned as she leaned over to kiss the professor's neck. "I am very naughty, Professor Ramirez. You should punish me."

Remi moaned as she was kissed by Emily.

Their moment was interrupted, however, by a text to Emily. It was from Hotch. She read it.

Hotchner: Sorry to interrupt your afternoon, but you need to come to the office. Bring your go bag. You're heading to La Plata, Colorado.

After Emily read the text, she harrumphed, annoyed. She looked up to find Remi looking disappointed.

"Shit, Remi, I'm sorry. I have to get to the office. We have a case."

Remi frowned in disappointment. "Of course you do. Please tell me it's in DC and you will come back to me tonight."

Emily shook her head sadly. "Unfortunately, no. I'm going to Colorado. So we'll have to stop by our place before heading to the office. Can you drop me off?"

The professor sighed and kissed her girlfriend's head. "Of course, darling. Come on. We don't want you to be late."

On the commercial plane to Colorado, Reid asked Emily, "So, did you tell Remi that you're about to infiltrate a cult?"

Emily shook her head as she looked through the case file on Benjamin Cyrus. "I don't tend to tell her about the cases until I come home from them safely. We both like it better that way. I don't want to worry her."

Spencer nodded, understanding her point. "Why didn't Remi come to JJ's housewarming party?"

Prentiss glared at her colleague. "You truly are full of personal questions today." When she realized she was a little too harsh, she added, "Sorry. I'm just cranky. Remi and I were in the middle of something when Hotch texted. And I think that Remi is getting tired of the job hours and the random cases."

The genius looked at her carefully, trying to read what she wasn't saying. "At least you both moved in together. Now you must have more time together."

"Sure," Emily agreed. "But Maia also cries at night. A lot. I love her, but I need my sleep, too. You know? Though, I don't sleep much anyway. If I was Remi, I'd be tired of my nightmares by now."

"You have nightmares?" He asked her, curious.

"Always," Emily admitted. She returned to focusing on the case. "So, this Benjamin Cyrus. He remind you of anyone?"

"From what I can tell, he hasn't committed murder or gotten anyone else to commit murder from him. And, unlike Jones, Koresh, or Manson, he does not believe he is Jesus Christ. But he could believe he is a Messiah, like Koresh."

Emily grinned, always enjoying the genius' rambling. "Thank you for that, Spencer. At least you got who I was referring to."