the least favorite child

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Alyssa let me stay with her for a week. I hadn't heard from my sister and it felt nice. It's like I'm back where I started, before moving in with her.

"Sof." Alyssa said grabbing a sweatshirt. I looked at her and she looked at the floor. "You should call her."

"I love you but no. If she decides to ruin her life it isn't on me." I stated. "But you would be heart broken. At least go stop by her office and see what happened."

I sighed and agreed, Alyssa would win this fight. I went to her office and it was crazy. I tried to ask what was happening but no one listened. I sat in JJ's office and waited for her to come in.

After about 30 minutes I started to go through her cabinets and drawers. Hotch heard noises and burst through the door.

"Can I help you?" He asked. "Yeah well I don't know where JJ is so I'm going through her stuff." I said, not looking up.

"Oh." He said, but it sounded sad. I turned to look at him and he opened a locked drawer. "Spencer found this one day." I looked in the drawer and found more than one empty bottles.

"Penelope dragged her to get help. She's been in rehab for four days now." I rolled my eyes and stormed out. I went to Penelope's office to hear the truth.

I asked her what happened and she paused what she was doing.

Penelope's POV
Oh no. I had been so busy I never told her. I feel horrible. Oh my god she'll never forgive me.

"Um. Well you know that she was drinking a lot when you last saw her." She nodded. "She never stopped."

Flashback
I drove JJ to the office and left her alone. I had work to do. I heard yelling and ran to the bullpen.

"What's happening?" I asked Morgan. He pointed to JJ's office where she was screaming at Spencer. He looked terrified and I burst into the office.

"Get the fuck out Penelope!" She yelled, she could barely stand. Spencer pointed at a drawer and I opened it.

"Stop that's mine!" JJ yelled. She shoved past me and slammed it shut. "Spencer leave." I said calmly. He left and I closed the door behind him.

"I am going to follow you to my car and we are going to rehab. You will kill yourself if you stay like this and I won't let that happen." I stated.

"Fuck you. I'm not going and you can't make me."
"Don't talk to me like that."
"I don't give a fuck."
"We are leaving."
"No."

I tried to not get mad. Instead I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the door. She screamed as I opened the door and tried to get free.

"Let go of me!" She yelled. She pulled her arm away and looked at me. "Who gives a fuck? Let me do what I want!" I held her by the shoulders and made direct eye contact.

"Emily Prentiss is dead. She is never coming back. You need to understand that."
"I lost her Garcia. I can't do this anymore."
"So did we!" I yelled. "I never had the relationship you two did, but she's my sister. I can't lose you too."

For the first time in a while she sobbed. Her knees gave out and I held her up. I held on to her and just let her cry.

Everyone in the bullpen was staring so I had Morgan help bring her to my office. I let her calm down before talking.

"I think you need help." I whispered. She curled up in a ball and never looked up. "I don't think i can." I walked over and grabbed her hand.

"We can. Together." I held out my hand and led her to my car.

End of flashback

I told the little blonde everything. She sat silent and wiped a tear. "Well if you see her tell her I'm leaving." She said and she got up.

"Wait, why? What's happening?" I said trying to hold her hand. "She's an adult and doesn't need her baby sister anymore." She left without saying another word.