Wheels Up

Puzzle Of My Heart

Minutes earlier...

"Order for Prentiss?" The barista called. "Can you carry all that?"

"Oh yes, I've had my practice. Thank you." Emily said, picking up the two full carriers with expert ease, nodding at the barista and walking back through the hospital.

"Have you thought about your plan after this? How are you planning on getting out of a hospital full of FBI agents once a gunshot goes off?"

"Hotch?" Emily muttered to herself quietly.

"I've told you already, this isn't a one man job. You know that. You know how much help we've got, the people we have."

Surely not.

"And what about your sister? Does the grand plan involve killing her as well?" Hotch asked.

"You mean Emily? She's no sister of mine."

But it was. Elliot. The coffee slipped out of her hand and hit the floor.

"What was that?" Elliot snapped.

"It's a hospital, there's going to be noise. Don't do something stupid." Hotch said.

Elliot sighed reluctantly.

"What do you mean by that? She's no sister of yours?" Hotch asked calmly.

"She killed an innocent baby. And didn't even think to tell me. I only found out a few weeks ago. That monster is not my sister."

Emily heard the creaking of a bed being sat on, and took her chance, wiping a tear from her eye, and throwing the door open, so hard it slammed behind her as she entered the room.

"FBI! Drop the weapon!" She shouted.

Elliot turned to face her, grabbed a scalpel off the side, and ran at her.

She took a shot at his leg as Hotch also lunged forward, grabbing him and slamming him against the door.

Hotch's head collided with the door handle as both him and Elliot barrelled into it, and he slumped.

"Hotch!" Emily cried, kicking the scalpel Elliot had grabbed away, he clutched at his bleeding leg.

"Damn it." She said, as she landed on the scalpel as she dragged Hotch away from the door, and it sliced open her right hand.

Blood ran down her arm as she tried to wake Hotch up, shaking him slightly.

She jumped as the door swung open, and relied flooded through her as the team ran in.

"Prentiss what happened?" Rossi asked, but Emily couldn't find the words as the adrenaline left her, and the full weight of her brothers words hit her. That he would kill her, that Hotch was threatened and with what had happened to Aisha couldn't be a coincidence. Her team was under threat, and her brother was involved. And the only person who knew what was happening was Hotch, and here he was, possibly dead in her arms and oh god-

"Em, Em, breathe." She heard JJ murmur into her ear. She felt the weight of Hotch lift off of her, and JJ's hands picking up her arm and a cloth wiping away the blood still trickling. Her head fell into JJ's chest, and warm arms wrapped around her, holding her close and tracing circles on her back, kissing her forehead.

After a minute or two, Elle and JJ eased her up to her feet, the room empty now, carrying her weight back into the ER, laying her gently on a bed.

A resident came in to treat her, but was brushed off by Addison, who cleaned and bandaged the cut that spread the width of her palm, so she could barely move her hand.