Sweet Dreams- a Criminal Minds fanfic

Chapter 11

As the women arrived downstairs, Emily dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt, Morgan sighed in relief. JJ had actually convinced her to go. Emily's eyes refused to meet his and Morgan looked at JJ in confusion. Just an hour ago she had spilled everything and now she couldn't even look him in the eyes.

JJ just shrugged as an answer to his unspoken question. Holding a protective arm around Emily, JJ opened the front door and stepped outside. Morgan followed closely behind, wanting nothing more than to be the one to protect his partner. He locked the door behind them and caught up to the women.

There was a silence among them. Neither Morgan nor JJ knew what to say, but Emily liked the silence. She didn't want them to tell her how sorry they were or how they could've done something to prevent it from happening. A part of her was angry with JJ for not believing her, for letting her husband do this to her, but her rational side knew Will was the only one to blame.

Arriving to the car, Emily got into the backseat without a word. The other two didn't argue as Morgan got in behind the wheel and JJ in the passenger seat. He glanced in the rearview mirror as he started driving. Emily had her eyes closed and her head was resting against the window.

"Maybe we should call Garcia," Morgan said when he was sure Emily had fallen asleep.

JJ looked at him, "What?"

"So she can find Will. He must've gone to a hospital and she can find out which."

"And then Hotch and Rossi can pick him up," JJ added. "Let's call her as soon as Emily has gotten help."

Morgan nodded, stopping to wait for the green light. Soon he started to drive again slightly over the speed limit.

"I don't understand how this happened," JJ murmured, gazing out through the window. "What did I do to make him go for Em."

"You didn't do anything. Men like him..." Morgan paused, hating to talk about his colleague's husband like that.

"It's okay... You can say it," JJ sighed, turning to him.

"He's sick. There was nothing you could do to prevent it from happening. We don't know if she just chose the wrong opportunity to offer help or if Will had thought about this for a long time. If this is what he wanted he would've gotten it one way or another."

"I guess you're right," JJ said, her voice cracking slightly.

Her head turned back to the window, looking at the few pedestrians out there. She wanted to listen to Morgan's words, but she couldn't help but to think back to what she could have done differently. Maybe given him a blow job everyday, agreed to anal sex or maybe offer to pay for a whore. Anything so that his sexual needs would've been fulfilled. But JJ had really thought that he did fine without sex. Never had he shown any other signs. Maybe she had gone back to work too early. Maybe she would've seen the signs if she was home more.

Sniffling quietly, she turned to look at Emily who had her arms wrapped tightly around her body in a very protective manner. She knew by the way Morgan was glancing at her that he knew she was crying, but she didn't care.

Emily awoke with a start just as the car came to a stop in the hospital parking lot. Her eyes were wide and for a moment JJ could've sworn she saw fear. The fear was quickly blinked away when the brunette realized where she was and who was with her. JJ smiled softly to the older woman before all 3 of them exited the car.

Both Morgan and JJ wanted to wrap their arms around Emily, but they knew better. Emily didn't want them to baby her or make her feel like a victim. The hospital wasn't very busy when they stepped inside so Morgan could go straight up to the counter while JJ and Emily sat down. The brunette rolled her eyes when she saw Morgan flashing his badge to get her help as quick as possible. It seemed to work too. The dark skinned agent waved the women over and JJ put a hand on Emily's lower back as they walked over to him.

"Follow me, Agent," a nurse said and Emily obliged, surprised when Morgan stayed in the waiting room.

Emily exchanged a worried look with JJ who just stroke her back comfortably.

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Morgan watched the two women walk away and as much as he wanted to hold Emily's hand when they examined her, he had a couple of phone calls to make. One to his unit chief and one to the cheery technical analyst.

He decided to start with Hotch. The man needed to know that his subordinate had gotten hurt even if it didn't happen due to a case.

"Hotch," the brunet answered sternly.

"Hotch, it's Morgan. I'm sorry to call you this late.."

"It's okay, I was awake. What's going on?"

"It's Emily," Morgan started shortly. "Will hurt her."

"Will? As in detective Lamontagne?" Hotch asked, the surprise evident in his voice.

"Yes," Morgan nodded. "We've seen how different she's been acting and this is the reason."

"Where is Will now?" Hotch asked and Morgan could hear the anger on his voice.

"Emily let him go. He's in need of a hospital, since I might have gotten a few hits in, so I suggest we get Garcia to check all the hospitals."

"Good," Hotch told him, referring to the injured Will.

"I will gather the team and we'll track him down. You just take care of Emily, okay?"

"Okay, JJ is here too," Morgan mentioned so he wouldn't call her.

"JJ knows?" Hotch asked, worried about the blonde.

"She does now. I want to call Garcia. I want her to hear this from me," Morgan said and Hotch agreed.

After saying their goodbyes, Morgan sighed before calling the next one on his list.

The blonde didn't answer as quickly as the unit chief, but when she did, Morgan hated what news he had to tell her.

"Speak or forever hold your tongue," Garcia said, her tone chirpy.

"Baby girl, I need you to go into the office," Morgan said, calmly.

"What? Do we have a case? Bossman hasn't called me," Garcia spoke quickly.

"Not an official case, but I need you to check all hospital records and surveillance to see where Will is staying."

"You think Will's at the hospital? Did he have an accident? Oh my God, how's JJ?" Garcia wondered, making Morgan sigh.

"No, I beat him," Morgan finally said. "He... He hurt Emily."

"What? Why? How? What?" He could hear that she was already freaking out.

"He hurt her in the worst way possible and now we need to get the son of a bitch," Morgan spoke through gritted teeth. He still couldn't get that awful picture out of his head.

"Oh my God..." Garcia said in a whisper. "I'm on my way out to the car now. I will find him. No one can hide from me. No one. Ever. He's not getting away."

Morgan could hear the car starting and speeding away.

"Garcia, can you call me back when you get something?" He requested.

"Yes, of course! Take care of her for me okay?"

"I will." If she lets me, he added in his head.

Morgan pocketed his phone and exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

Walking over to the counter again, he tried hard to keep his anger inside. The woman smiled at him, politely and asked what he needed help with.

"Has a Will Lamontagne come to this hospital?" he asked and the woman immediately started typing on her keyboard.

"No, I'm sorry, sir. We have no patients with that name," the brunette said.

"Okay, thank you, ma'am."

Morgan stepped away and looked in the direction Emily had gone. He really wanted to be there now, but he couldn't. Right now, all he could do was to wait.