Emily Prentiss || Oneshots

Aftermath

There was a blinding light, a deafening crash, and then suddenly the world went quiet. I don't know when I crawled out of the SUV, but the next thing I knew I was laying on the tarmac road, staring up at the sky, my arms folded across my stomach as I tried and failed to force air into my lungs. The night was bitter and cold, biting my cheeks and nose. My head was throbbing, my ears were ringing and it felt as though there was a knife inside my stomach, attempting to claw its way out through my abdomen. I wanted to fall asleep. I knew it was a bad idea, but God did I want to. I might have done so, if it hadn't been for the sound of approaching cars and Penelope screaming.

"Oh my God" she shouted. I could hear her running over to me, the sound of her heels deafening to my already aching ears. Moments later she was crouched over me, fussing as she always did. I watched her earring sway in the gentle breeze, blue flowers swinging back and forth, back and forth. A part of me wanted to reach out to touch them. "You're going into shock" Garcia said, pulling off her cardigan, placing it over me like a blanket. "Stay awake. Yeah? Stay awake"

"Scr-" I tried to speak, but the words faltered half way through "Scr- Em- took-"

"It's okay" Penelope hummed, looking over her shoulder as blue and red lights appeared in the distance "It's okay, don't try to talk"

"No!" It was infuriating, having the words right there in my mouth, unable to speak them "No Scr- Sc- took-" I could feel tears of frustration welling in my eyes, blurring my sight. The figures of what I guessed to be paramedics loomed over me, attempting to secure something around my neck. It felt like being strangled. "List- List- Scr- E- took-" God why couldn't I speak?

I could feel hands on me, but I was too weak to push them away. I was on a board, a gurney, and then I was in an ambulance. Over and over again I tried to force out the words Scratch took Emily. Listen to me. Scratch took Emily. But I just couldn't get them out. I couldn't do anything. I simply lay there, frozen and stiff, as I was wheeled into the hospital, suddenly blinded by fluorescent lights. I wanted to scream. To scream get off of me and fucking listen! To scream stop with the needles I need to be conscious! But nothing came. I stared at the ceiling and felt myself drifting further and further into unconsciousness before, blissfully, the world went black.

***

When Emily woke up, she knew she wasn't in a hospital. She had been in enough hospitals. She knew how they sounded, how they smelt. And she knew that wherever she was, most certainly wasn't a hospital.

Her limbs were heavy, almost as though they were filled with lead, not blood. She couldn't lift them. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't move, she could barely even feel. It was only when she looked down that she noticed the sling around her arm.

The room was dark and cold and smelt of something damp. To her left, there was a table, on which sat a variety of medical machinery - an EKG, blood pressure monitor etc. Shaking her head, tears welling in her eyes, she leant back against the pillows she was propped up against, staring at the plastic sheet that hung opposite her. On the other side, the figure of a man appeared.

He was just standing there, motionless, staring through the sheet at her. She wanted to scream at him, to shout who are you? What do you want? Another part of her knew who it was. In a matter of seconds, she was remembering what happened - the spikes, the crash, the truck. God, where was she?

The gap in the plastic was pulled apart, and Scratch slipped through, staring at her with that disgusting smile on his face.

"Good. You're awake" He said, walking over to the side of her bed "It's nice to finally meet you, Emily Prentiss. You'll be glad to know that the rest of your team are okay. Well, tell a lie, the truck I ran into your SUV's did kill Agent Stephen Walker."