Y/n pov
"Everything seems okay. You shouldn't try to drive or do any physical activity and the lorazepam will be out of your system in a few days but the effects should wear off in 6 to 8 hours after intake" the medic says as he's done taking his tests on me, Emliy is still just standing there with worry in her eyes.
"But it was a tablet in her coffee so what could be the side effects of that?" she asks but i'm just calm, how tf am i calm when my ex boyfriend tried to drug me.
"She could feel nauseous and out of balance but since it's a calming medicine you should make sure she's not alone when it's effect wears of"
"Good thing you're going home to a doctor then" Emily says and i think this is the only time she's actually gotten that i'm with someone, for now. But now it's in my head again. Penelope, Lena, Penelope, Lena. Mark was right, i shouldn't do something that punishes me just because it's the right thing to do. The panic stays just outside a door in my head, it doesn't come in. It's also not right to have her live this life when there's people like Matthew who has literally become a murderer out of anger. His target was killing Lena and making me suffer, but he couldn't reach us so he took the next best.
The door opens and the rest of the team comes back into the station with Matthew in cuffs. He looks at me with worry in his eyes as there is a medic next to me even though he knows what he did. Morgan, Rossi and JJ take him into an interrogation room as Reid and Aaron come up to us.
"Is she okay?" Aaron asks Emily, nodding to me.
"I'm sitting right here and yes, i'm fine" i answer before Emily can. But both the men still look at her for an answer, like the one that was given by the medic who just left.
"It was a small dose so she'll continue to feel a little nauseous and out of balance, then there's the calmness that scares me as well. But the effects should wear off by the time we get home, but it will be in her system for a few days" she answer and it sounds more serious than it actually is.
"When we get home you'll take two days of... and there's no arguing" Aaron says and adds the last before i can say anything about it.
"Where'd you find him?" i ask to change the subject from me.
"He was breaking into a woman's house, her fiance got home early so they got time to hide in the closet and call 119" Reid answers and i can't keep myself off the edge, not falling because of the medication but still being able to think of everything. What could happen to Lena whenever i'm gone, there is no specific time i'm gone and anything could happen in that time. I wouldn't be able to come home in at least a few hours noramly if i ever got a call.
"Morgan and Rossi will interrogate him and we'll leave in three hours" Aaron continues and i start to count in my head. It's been an hour since the intake, three more hours, one hour flight, twenty minutes to drive home and Lena's shift ends in three hours and she has a forty minute drive home. That leaves one to three and a half hours where the effect can still sit. And for have a drowsy head i come up with that pretty quickly. I realise as i look at the clock, where it's only gone fifteen minutes.
Three hours later we're sitting on the plane home and i'm so tired. It's so early and i haven't gotten any sleep since Fresno, where i didn't get much sleep anyways. So the first thing i do when i sit down on the plane is fall asleep to the sound of the engine.
(A/n the next part I literally came up with when my math professor was talking)
3rd pers pov
Hotch is sitting as usual next to Emily working, but JJ and Reid can't seem to get their eyes off the sleeping y/n, Morgan sitting next to them. It seems like she's sleeping like a baby, and they can see that it has nothing to do with the calming in her systems because she has always had easy to sleep on the jet.
"How can she sleep like that?" JJ asks in a hushed tone that makes Morgan take off his headphones.
"I don't know, she fell asleep as we took off to the sound of the jet" Reid answers as they continue to watch the sleeping woman.
"It's because it reminds her that she's safe" Emily answers as she had been listening into the conversation, looking over at her.
"What do you mean?" Morgan asks as he's now also intrigued.
"While working for Interpol we're forced to go on missions, some goes better then others" she says in a breath as she also remembers Ian Doyle. Hotch takes her hand under the table to calm her down and so no one sees. "She got one of the worse ones. She was one of the undercover agents for that case we assisted on two years ago"
"She was also the only one that got out" Reid adds and now they look at him as to why he knows that. "Her first day here i asked because i recognised her from the pictures. She told me she was the only one to survive and didn't want me to talk about it"
"Right, but that doesn't explain why she feels safe. I mean if it's a reminder that she got out and doesn't want to remember it? Then what about her tattoo on the shoulder" Morgan says as they all know of the broken infinity sign that escapes into birds on her right shoulder back.
"The sound tells her that she's not a prisoner anymore while the tattoo tells her that she got out. She remembers the exact time, date and place of that tattoo. That's how it helps her, because she knows she got it after everything happened" Hotch ships in as he doesn't really want to talk about personal stuff from one of his teammates, especially not past trauma of one of his close friends.
"It's also harder for the demons of the past to reach you when you're 33 thousand feet up in the air" Emily adds and it's like something clicks for the others.
"Maybe not talk about her when she's sleeping only six feet from your conversation" Rossi ships in from his seat on the other aisle of y/n. They all go back to what they were doing before, what they usually do on the jet.
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