I Wouldn't Have Known

Chapter Four - Reliable Distraction

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TW
Mentions of Rape from the last chapter and homophobia

*Emily POV*

With a heavy heart and heavy breath guarded by my bulletproof vest, I approached the entrance of Club following the SWAT team ready to bust down the large wooden door. Watching as they swung a piston into the door breaking the hinges I readied my gun held in both hands holding it downward at my side. The men in front of me then charged up the stairs to the lounge me and Derek following them in.

After promising press to the missionaries, they were convinced and promised a peaceful surrender yet we still have to be safe. The overwhelming sound of the creeks in the wood each time someone stepped in it overtook my senses which were vulnerable to anything that allowed me to be distracted.

Y/N, find, Y/N

When I reached the main floor of the club I had already seen SWAT officers arresting the gunmen. One man standing in the middle of the room holding his rifle by the neck up to the ceiling in a victorious surrender.

My first mistake was looking down. Because when I did by my feet lain a pile of dead bodies all with a single gunshot wound to the head. I've seen worse in my field, but this was somehow scarier due to the fact if this were a different night it could have been me, and it was almost Y/N.

I approached a group of huddled survivors squatting in a corner. I ushered them to the exit several of them crying and the most difficult part to understand, but something I've seen before was to know if they were crying from the relief of being saved or mourning over the fact they just watched innocent people die with the creeping truth they could have been next. We see it with victims of serial kidnappings and hostage situations and although I'm trained to identify the actions and reason by people's behaviors, this was one reaction I could not tell apart. I guess it's because I've never been in that exact situation. But I could ask someone who would know.

After the first group was ushered down the stairs while the gunmen were being escorted through the fire exit, I was approached by a young woman with short blonde hair who was clutching her arm that was clearly bleeding.

"EMTs are on standby stationed outside they should help with your injury," I said quickly almost immediately turning away.

"No, wait!" I turn back around to her panicked face, " there's this girl, she said she worked with the FBI? The men took her into the bathroom and she didn't come back out, I don't know what happened but... I think there was screaming? I don't... I don't know if she's still.... alive but if she is can you tell her 'Alex is ok' and if not can you..." she started to stutter with her words while they broke open her lips, " can you tell me... I know it's a lot to ask but if you could find my records in the hospital, my name is Alex Rothman, if you can just tell me that she's gone and lie to me that she didn't suffer." She finished her statement, slightly embarrassed standing like a puppy with a wounded leg as a tear rolled down her face and she moved to wipe it as fast as possible as if it were unreasonable for her to be emotional.

As if on queue, Derek called to me, "Prentiss! We need you over here." I looked over at Morgan and back at Alex and just nodded not knowing what to say and knowing she was talking about Y/N. Before I ran off I muttered a classically overused line: "I'll see what I can do" and ran off to see what Morgan needed.

"Emily, we just surveyed the bathroom and we got everyone out but we found Y/N in the last stall" my eyes widened and my breath caught in my throat dead or alive. Derek must have noticed by the reaction because he put a hand on my shoulder, " she's alright but she must have gone through something traumatic because she isn't responding well to any male officers, we need you to go in there, she needs to see a familiar face."