Don't Let Me Go (Jemily)

Chapter 1:

"Even the Darkest night will end and the sun will rise" - Les Miserables

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The buzzer into Emily's apartment sang lightly as she sighed and ran the towel through her wet raven colored locks. Today was not the day for company. Hell, today wasn't the day to take a shower, but some things just needed to be done.

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Completely naked under her towel, Emily pushed away the thought of putting clothes on to see who it was. Whoever dare disturb her during her one day off, was not going to get an open invite up into the depths of her apartment. She looked at the reflection in the mirror, unsure of what to make of herself...What am I doing?

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She pushed her thoughts aside as she threw the hair towel over the sink and sighed her way over to her door in annoyance. "Who is it" she murmured into the box as she pressed the button. She waited a few seconds, then added "If this is someone fucking with me I'm going to come downstairs and b-"

"Its Jennifer"

Emily stilled. Bitting her lower lip, she fingered the button unsure of what to say. The last case they were on Emily and JJ got into it...Hard. The oh-so-beautiful Supervisory Special Agent Jennifer Jareau had, in lesser words, emotionally fucked Emily up on their most recent undercover case. When they were first getting debriefed about the case, Emily immediately knew that the only way to catch the son of a bitch unsub, was going to be sending in a small statured blonde that just so happened to match the victims profile to a T. The undercover sting was simple, but yet Emily would have preferred it had been herself.

JJ had posed as a working girl on the corner of the street where the unsub had been relentlessly picking up girls. The plan, with everyone on the team in unmarked cars (minus the tinker belled beauty back in the office of a thousand keyboards), was to have the unsub pick up JJ and follow them to the motel that she would unquestionably be taken to. Once JJ was in the motel she would give the rest of her team the signal and they would bust in, guns drawn. However, there were things the team had not planned for.

Once receiving the signal, Emily and Hotch were quick to the door locking eyes as they heard Rossi, Reid and Morgan running up behind them. A crashing inside made Emily leave any doubts she may have had before kicking down the door with her piece aimed directly at the perpetrator.

Immediately it was like stepping into an old fashioned horror film. No one on the team anticipated the bodies. Dozens of dead bodies lined the motel room. The smell broke to them before the sight. It was clear the man now holding a knife to JJ's throat had tried to cover the smell with chemicals and flowers, but had only succeeded in making a perfume so potent one could simply bottle the air, labeling it, "The Kiss of Death".

Without a second thought Emily fired a bullet between the man's eyes. Falling to the ground, he was laid to rest with the numerous women who had relived a similar fait.

With Emilys gun still hot and by the blink of an eye, she was at JJ's side. Her arms wrapped around the half naked, shaking woman and she pulled her close. Hours later, after the EMTs had let JJ go and the rest of the team had time to talk to the local police station along with the morgue to help identify the numerous women who lay lifeless in the motel room, the team was getting situated on the plane for the flight home. JJ was making a light hearted conversation with Reid when Emily got out of the bathroom and walked with intent and purpose up to the seated blonde.

"Next time you have a death wish, how about filling the rest of the team in", there was a pause before she continued making sure that she had JJ's full attention and frankly, everyone else's. "I'm not going to be there every time. What if there was traffic? What if there was a problem with our car? You could have died in there and been nothing more than a pretty blonde on the floor with the rest of them." She spit out the words as if she was talking to one of the loose headed rookies they would see in each station across the country. Emily's eyes were dark. There was no sadness, no emotion.