Reckoning | Emily Prentiss

~ | EIGHTEEN | ~

Her eyes won't open. Her body feels heavy. Gravity was pulling her to the ground. 2 arms are wrapped around her, holding her upright. Voice dance around her.

"Emily"

She sees Dave looking into her eyes, his own clouded with worry.

"I'm here" she brings herself back onto her feet, Dave's arms still holding hers. She winces when she lifts her arm. "Ambulance but no hospital"

"We will see," he says, giving her a pointed look.

Dave leads her to an ambulance, while Morgan leads Reid to another. She could see Hotch and JJ by the tent.

She sits on the back then looks at the medic.

"What hurts?" asked the woman with a smile.

Is this really the time to smile? Emily thinks to herself. "Everything" She just wanted to sleep.

"Is there anything in particular?" she asks, still smiling.

Emily wants to roll her eyes, "I have a mild concussion, 3 to 4 cracked ribs, bruises and scrapes"

"Are you a doctor?" she asks, she doesn't wait for an answer before says, "I can take care of the cuts here, but I would recommend coming to the hospital overnight."

"No hospital, I will be fine" Emily had developed an aversion to hospitals since she was almost killed last time she was at one.

The medic had her take her shirt off to take care of the cuts, thank god she was wearing a spaghetti top underneath. The scars left by Doyle, we're still poking through, she could feel Dave staring at her.

Once that was done she wore her shirt again. The medic had become much more solemn, she was spewing instructions for Emily to follow though Emily wasn't paying much thought.

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Against medical wishes Emily was sitting on the plane.

She walked to the back and sat in front of Reid. His eyes were avoiding her.

"Spencer" Emily said, grabbing his hands.

"Spencer look at me"

He did

"If wasn't your fault"

"But-"

"No. It wasn't. If something like this happened again, I would make the same decision. It wasn't your fault"

"Okay" he says quietly

"Okay" she responds, "We haven't had a movie in a while, I will text you" she says standing up to go to the bathroom.

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When she enters she sees herself in the mirror. She didn't know what she looked like. She brought a change of clothes to change into. She saw the angry purple bruises on herself.

The permanent marks left by the past she was trying to forget.

1987 - when she was 16 she got her first tattoo, the date she lost her child. Forever written underneath it, on her right ribs under her breast.

1989 - Tattoo number 2. Left shoulder Guns and roses, after the death of her father. Always written underneath it.

Her left shoulder also had a gunshot wound from 1996, Italy. The Russian prostitution ring. All the scars from the torture had faded, apart from the shot. The one on her side had faded.

Cairo, Egypt 2003 - Held scars of the mental kind. She could still remember the feeling of the whips across her skin, tearing her flesh off. The cold walls against her back as she was held against them. Clyde's pleads to stop hurting her. Her own pleads to save him.