Twisted Vengeance

Go Home

Emily rode home in an FBI-certified vehicle. It was a dark van. Emily was surprisingly tired. She hadn't let the fatigue get to her through the day, but the time on her phone made her realize how late it really was. 

They worked mornings until night. It was now 11:30. This case had her more tired than she would have liked. She had gotten up at around 5:00 that morning when the case came in.

They had been driving only for a couple of minutes, but they were almost to Emily's house She lived on the first floor, and it was an easy place for her to live close to the scene while still being able to get some privacy from her work. 

Her crazy conspiracy-theorist neighbor would probably be wondering if the FBI was surveilling him when she pulled into her driveway, the armed guards posted outside and inside. She would probably worry if she saw some FBI van pulling into her driveway. He just tended to take theories a bit far sometimes. Well, most of the time.

A lot of random thoughts occupied Emily's mind, most of them far from the case. If she could get it off her mind, that was good. It didn't matter how weird and miscellaneous the thoughts may be.

Again, she had let time escape from her grasp, and she had already arrived at her house. The six, armed guards opened the doors of the van. It honestly looked highly suspicious. Well- her name was Emily Prentiss and the entire nation had been warned about her. Kind of. 

She exited the van. It was weird without JJ. It was more lonely. Emily felt alone right now. It was this feeling she just could not explain. Something was off. The whole case, everyone had felt like that. But maybe it was just one of those cases.

Emily walked inside her house, put her purse down, her gun down in her drawer on the nightstand. She changed her clothes in her bedroom, pulling on some pajamas. She got ready to sleep on the couch. 

Protective custody was not going to watch her sleep in her bedroom. She wanted to sleep on the couch, where she would sleep a little better. Then maybe it wouldn't feel like JJ wasn't there. Maybe, though it was different, it would make the weirdness feel normal.

JJ arrived home. She was missing Emily just as much. Protective custody watched over her from the entire outside and inside of her home. It was weird to be watched over like this. If people took this much care protecting the public, then no one would get hurt.

Why did people have to get hurt? It doesn't make any sense. Taking lives fucks things up. It fucks up relationships. It ends lives. But it fucks up the lives of those who are left behind. And JJ did not want her life to get fucked up just because of a stupid case.

But Emily was safe. And JJ was safe. And everyone was safe. And that was the only reassurance that anyone could have in this job.

JJ went into her bedroom, staring at her golden heart necklace in the mirror. It was a beautiful necklace. It was packed with hundreds of memories. And it gave JJ a sense of normalcy to be staring at that necklace.

JJ sat down on her bed, thinking about the case. She wasn't a profiler. But she knew that she could find a connection if she thought enough. Well, in theory. Reid had an eidetic memory. If he couldn't remember, she probably wouldn't, either.

She realized she was still clutching her purse over her shoulder. She put it down on her bed. Quickly, she grabbed it back up, taking the gun out. That was careless. She moved it, locking it inside of her dresser. That was where she kept the gun. Especially today, she hoped she wouldn't need it. That would mean that every possible thing would have to have gone completely wrong.

JJ pulled on some grey pajama pants, and then a pajama top. She was ready to go to sleep, but surely the sleep would be bad. There was no immediate cause for concern. Just the fact that protective details had been issued. That was always a red flag.

One time Reid had said something about a feeling that a case just wasn't going to end well. It had been a couple of cases ago. The pig farm case. JJ tried to completely banish those thoughts from her head. Over 100 victims was not how she wanted to picture this case ending.

JJ got ready for bed, pulling her blonde hair into a ponytail on top of her head. She brushed her teeth, and finally ended up in her bed. She was going to go to sleep. Hopefully, she would get a few hours. Considering they had to wake up at around six, she had a few hours to get sleep. The chances of her sleeping well went down by the minute.

However, JJ sank into a restless sleep eventually.

Emily quickly passed out on the couch, exhausted from the day. She was sleeping heavily, unable to hear the noises surrounding her at all. 

Her deep sleep was probably what made her neglect to hear the first silenced gunshot, taking down an officer outside her apartment. Or the second. 

Emily finally woke up, hearing a third shot ring out through the apartment. Shit. She scrambled to find her gun, searching everywhere, the lights still turned off. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She got up, turning on the lights a few feet from her couch. Two more shots rang out from the kitchen, sounding loud, loud, loud. Emily couldn't find her phone. She couldn't find her phone to call the team. 

It was all happening in a matter of seconds. The final surviving agent drew his gun in the living room, but not before being shot down. There was no one to save her. In her drowsy state, she wasn't expecting an attack. How could she have been so ill-prepared?

Six men had just been killed in a few quick seconds, maybe three. Emily ran to get her gun as the unsub entered her living room. She jammed a key into the nightstand, trying frantically to open the cabinet. At this point, it was more of a need than anything.

But she was far too late. A masked figure stood before Emily, pointing a gun right at her head.

Author's Note:

I wrote this chapter a few hours after publishing the last one. I was really excited. I wanted to pack some action into the chapter finale. I might (if I have time) upload another chapter today... I hope you enjoyed today's chapter cliffhanger. I did a few easter eggs (spoiler warning ahead) with Roslyn's necklace and the crazy neighbor who tried suing Prentiss. I also added a little Reid mention in this Prentiss/JJ-centric chapter. Sorry for the super long note. A lot happened in this chapter!