Undercover Love

Feel

"The marks humans leave are to often scars."
-John Green

Pain is a cloud of red. It comes down hard and soft. Fast and slow. It's relentless until it stops. Sometimes it drizzles a little longer after the storm.

However it does go away.

But only when it's convenient.

"Do it."

Pain makes it very hard to focus.

Pain demands every ounce of your attention.

"Come on, Emily." He keeps pushing her," he'll never know. Look at him."

She does look at him. He won't know but she will.

"He's the reason I found you too out," Joey whispers sweet venom in her ear. "Stab him Emily."

The cold metal weighs her hand down," he didn't hurt me."

Joey pushes her harder, closer," he's the reason you're here. The reason that I knew."

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"He sent this," the paper in Rossi's hand is slammed down on top of Garcia's desk. "He knows."

Before them, furiously placed on the desk, is a picture of Hotch and Emily.

"That's.." JJ can't force the words out. She turns and Reid's there to allow her solace.

"Your wedding." Morgan finshes picking the photo up.

"Were you able to find a location?"

Garcia looks at her computer screen and then at them," three. I was trying to narrow it down a bit more; I don't want you all split up that much."

Garcia bends her head back down in concentration and their phones chirp with new information.

Morgan kisses her cheek," we'll keep updated baby girl!"

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He presses himself against her back, forcing her closer to Hotch. "Do it Emily!"

She shakes her head and tries to fight. He roughly wraps his arm around her waist and tightens the one on her wrist," you're going to do this."

It's only when their right on top of him does Hotch look up. He doesn't say anything. He just looks at them.

"Look at him!" Joey spits edging her closer," he's weak! Pathetic! Do it!"

Emily at her peak could take this bastard but half drugged and beaten... she doesn't want to think about what's going to happen.

The knife touches Hotch's skin and he simply looks down at it.

"I believe he's going into shock," Joey chuckles pressing harder. A small trickle of blood snakes down his torso. "Can you see the look in his eyes? The pallor all over his body? Can you see it Emily?" Joey presses his lips to her ear and leans in. "He's dying."

Emily tries to struggle away but Joey hits her. She sobs but there's nothing else she can do. Joey keeps pushing and Hotch looks up at her.

Her body is washed over with blue. Her fingers slack but Joey wraps his fingers around hers," he's almost there, Emily. Can you see the signs?"

Hotch gasps for precious air but finds it unreachable.

"Please," Emily isn't even holding the knife now. She's simple being held between the two men. "Please no!"

"Emily?" He calls weakly. Tears fall down her cheeks and they obscure her vision.

"I'm so sorry Hotch."

"FBI! STOP!" Derek Morgan, bless that 6'1 beast.

Joey smiles and releases Emily," I've already won."

Morgan makes his anger very clear as he roughly pulls Joey Addmas arms behind his back," get this bastard out of my sight."

Emily holds Hotch's limp head gently in her hands. "Please Aaron. You're okay. You're okay."

Morgan pulls the restraints off of Hotch and together they lay him down.

"I've got both of them," Morgan shouts into his radio. "I've got an agent down!"

Morgan tilts Hotch's head back," talk to me Emily." With his neck now exposed his air way is open.

"Is he..." Emily finds herself incapable of anything.

"He's still kicking," Morgan scowls at the knife still half embedded in Hotch's chest. "Emily? I need you to hold him down."

Emily's eyes widen in a panic," what? Why?"

She's going into shock too.

"Hey!" Morgan takes her cheeks gently and focuses her attention on him," if you want to get him out of here alive I need you. Hotch needs you."

"Emily," Hotch mumbles moving faintly. "Emily."

Morgan looks directly at her. His message is clear as day.

"I'm right here," she takes Hotch's hand and holds it to his chest. "It's okay."

"It's okay."

Okay so Thomas Gibson's birthday is coming up, and I've never done this before, so in celebration you can request any fic you'd like to have written. Anything. Small or Large. I can handle it. You've got about nine days to request.

P.S. don't bother asking for Hotch and Emily to live.... I won't kill them

-SH