One Last Case (Emily x reader)

Episode seven

"The reason why we can't let go of someone is because deep inside we still have hope." - Unknown

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Y/n pov

"So, you're still wearing the necklace" Morgan says and i can't help but laugh from the passager seat next to him. Spencer is in the back seat behind Morgan.

"Wow, you made it all of thirty minutes without bringing it up" i knew he was about to say it on the plane, that's why i interrupted him. But so what, we're both wearing it. It was a christmas gift from the team, it's the only reason, right?

"I would say that's a personal best." Reid jokes from the back seat and we both let out another small laugh.

"But come on, you're still wearing your necklace" Morgan continues instead. "I thought you'd moved on and all?" Okay so the whole team knows i told that to Peneloope. Not just JJ. Which means Emily also knows, that was the whole point. Which would make it possible for her to move on as well. I don't know, that was my reasoning. But now that i've actually seen her, i think it had the opposite reaction.

"Is it so hard to believe that i might just wear it because you guys got it for us?" i answer a whole minutes of silence. I don't even look their way, just continue to stare at the road in front of us. It's mostly woods.

"Yes" they both answer in unison.

"Okay, so maybe i'm wearing it because it represents an important part of my past" it's true. Partially. Closest to the truth i think i'll be getting.

"Do you still love her?" Spencer asks and i glance at him in the review mirror.

"Who?" i don't even know why i try to play it off.

"Emily, you still love her, don't you?" Morgan takes my oblivious as answer enough. I mean, who wouldn't?

"Well, i don't think i'll ever find someone i'll love as much as i loved her." i make sure to use past tense. Just a try to protect my heart from the hurt.

"That's not an answer, it's a yes of no question Y/n" Spencer continues, glancing out the window himself. I bite the inside of my cheek, almost enough to taste the metal taste. And it takes a few minutes of silence again until Morgan speaks up.

"If you love someone, you tell them. Even if you're scared that it's not the right thing." i'm positive it's not the right thing. It's too late. "Even if you're scared that it'll cause problems. Even if you're scared that it will burn your life to the ground, you say it, and you say it loud and you go from there." it's a lot more complicated then that. A whole lot more. And it's already burned down my entire life, the day that i left. It's astonishing how easy it is to destroy yourself when the right choice is so clear in front of you. And still choose wrong.

But my interrogation is saved by a phone ringing, and i answer it before anyone can say anything else. Picking up Morgans phone from between us, answering and putting them on speaker.

"What'd you find out?" i barely looked at who was calling but by now they should been done at the morgue and either on their way back to the station, or already there.

"Well, you were right, the three victims." JJ answers and my breath hitches unnoticeably by Morgan, but not by Spencers. "Wanda Lynn, who's been dead only a few days. Maria Hammon, who's been dead since January this year and... Linda Coffey, who's been dead since November last year"

"Same MO as with the fathers?" Spencer asks as i have to take a few seconds to collect my breath again. He notices it, he always does.

"Sort of, Lynn and Hammon both had their throats slit but in a more merciful way than the fathers. But Coffey, she was asphyxiated. The bruising says that it was done by hand. ME guessed it to be a woman, or a small man." she continues as i collect all this new fact in my head. Sorting it out.