Wheels Up

Falling Apart

Emily opened her eyes groggily, and looked around the blurry room.

It was one of the interrogation rooms, and she was handcuffed to the table.

She was still only semi conscious when the door swung open, and she blinked, trying to get the figure into focus.

"Sleeping beauty has awoken, I see." A scathing voice rang through the room.

That, there was no mistaking. "Elliot." She murmured, her cheek pressed against the cold table. "Why are you doing this?"

"You murdered an innocent child! But just like everything you at the BAU do, you got away with it. No consequences." Elliot spat.

"What... are you talking about?" Emily asked, though her head felt like it weighed a ton and she could barely lift it.

"I could have had a niece, or a nephew! You had the chance at giving us a proper family, someone to show unconditional love to in a way mother never did, and you KILLED them." Elliot said venomously.

"You mean... my abortion?" Emily asked, closing her eyes again as she did so. The room and it's bright lights was making her feel nauseous.

"Of course I mean your abortion. I think the fact you weren't sure which innocent child murder I meant proves everything we say about the BAU. Kill first, talk later." Elliot was pacing, and making her dizzy.

"We do... what we have to... to survive." Emily slurred out. She was feeling worse with every passing second.

He gave an emotionless laugh. "Only, none of you have survived this time. Rot in hell, Agent Prentiss."

Despite her best efforts, the room was slipping away from her, and darkness consumed her once more, the ice cold fear of all the BAU dead the last feeling to run through her veins.

"Recognise me, Derek?" A female voice came through the intercom into the room. Derek frowned: he didn't.

He shook the handcuffs against the table, but unsurprisingly, they didn't budge.

On the floor beside him, gagged and bound, Addison and Amelia exchanged a look. Both recognised the voice.

"Ooooh I see you two do." She cackled. "Perhaps my face will jog your memory."

There was a moment's silence, then the door swung inwards.

All 3 of them recognised her now, and she grinned more at this.

"Ava Browning." Derek said with recognition.

"Oh that's right. Aisha cost me my husband, and you, pulled your little FBI strings so she faced 0 consequences!" The woman spat.

"Aisha didn't start that fire, that's the facts, no fbi strings involved." Derek snapped back.

"Fires don't start from nowhere!" Ava yelled back.

"Then blame the electrics company! Blame the building's many safety violations! Don't blame her for charging her phone." Derek shouted. "She couldn't have seen it coming."

"You know what else she won't see coming? Your death. But I will make sure your body is the last thing she sees before I finish her off as well." Ava said, her voice low and dark now.

She turned towards Addison and Amelia. "Such a shame Dr Stevens had to leave, wasn't it?" She said sweetly. "Wasn't a problem, though. I made a pretty good oncologist, I thought. Say, how's Hotch's son? Good thing I diagnosed him, or he might not be getting the chemo he needs right now."

"You faked it?!" Derek cried out in disgust, the words Addison and Amelia couldn't speak. "You foul, evil-"

Ava placed a finger on his lips. "I'd watch what you say to me. How's the new baby, alone in the nicu? They love me there, they'd let me in. And you would never see your child again." She threatened, eyes wide and smiling with a manic expression.