Sweet Dreams- a Criminal Minds fanfic

Chapter 13

It was her fault. Emily fucking Prentiss. The bitch seduced him and then lied to everyone about what happened. Maybe if she hadn't worn that dress that hugged her curves and made her breasts stare him in his face. Or what about those red tops and tight jeans she'd worn at the bar? It was definitely her fault. She knew Jennifer had just given birth and that they lacked a sex life. She might have pretended she didn't want a sexual relationship with him, but if he thought about it now, it all became so clear. The slut did this intentionally. She was a profiler after all and had studied human behavior. She knew how to break a couple up in the most efficient way possible. But Emily couldn't lose Jennifer too so she cried rape.

Will slammed his hand on the dashboard as he drove out of D.C and into West Virginia. He would get back on her and get his family back, but first he needed to take care of his injuries that Derek Morgan had caused him. She even had her colleague wrapped around her finger. Right now she had everyone fooled and they would all come after him.

He wasn't sure how long he'd been on the road when he spotted a motel that looked empty enough to stay at. Parking his car in front of the check in, he grabbed his wallet and stepped out of the car. The air was cold and the only thing lighting his surroundings was the moon and the motel sign. The man sitting by the front desk was on his phone when Will entered and took a minute to finish his text message before standing up to assist his new, and probably only, guest.

The younger man frowned when he saw Will's bloody appearance. "Do you need help, man?"

"I need a room," Will replied.

"Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?" the man asked, worriedly.

"I just need a room," Will repeated, slowly getting irritated with the youngster.

"O-of course," he stuttered and started typing on the computer. "How many nights?"

"Only one," Will answered. He didn't know how he'd feel in the morning, but he knew he couldn't stay too long in the same place.

He really wanted to go back to Washington D.C. and get his wife back. The thing with Emily had been all about his needs, not about love. Every man has to fulfill his needs to live a happy and healthy life. He loved Jennifer so much. He'd married the woman for crying out loud. You don't just fall out of love.

"Here you go, sir," the man brought him out of his thoughts and held out the room key. "Room 31."

Will took the card from the other man's hand and exited the check in area. Limping back to his car, he checked his surroundings to make sure no one had followed him. He could soon tell that he was in the deserted parking lot. Quickly, he opened the passenger side's door and grabbed the medical supplies he just bought. After locking his vehicle, he started towards his room that thankfully was on the first floor so he didn't have to tackle any stairs.

The room wasn't of the best standards, but he had already guessed that only by looking at the outsides and the amount of people staying there. He wasn't even surprised when a cockroach greeted him as he entered, but luckily the little creatures had never freaked him out.

Angrily, he threw his supplies on the bed and slumped down next to them, trying not to let his fatigue take over. He started by taking off his bloody shirt and looked to where both Morgan and that bitch had kicked him. It had already turned purple. He didn't think anything was broken. His ribs were bruised, that's for sure, but not broken.

He also had a cut in his forehead which he had only put a piece of fabric on to stop the blood, but now it was soaked right through. It needed stitches which was why he had bought a sewing kit. Opening the package, he retrieved the needle and black thread. It would definitely hurt, he knew that, but he needed to take care of his wounds for his family's sake. Jennifer's horrified eyes when she'd laid eyes on his bloody form played in his minds. And the words she'd spoken that let him know that Emily had won. Or so she thought.

He was smarter than her, though, and he would prove to his wife what a whore Emily truly was. Hadn't she once fucked a man for a profile? Surely, Jennifer must've remembered that. Women like Emily always got exactly what they wanted. But Will would show her who's really in charge.

Sticking the needle quickly into the skin of his forehead, Will hissed in pain. He used one of his hands to push the wound together and the other to sew. Everytime the needle pierced though his skin, Will tried to keep himself from screaming in agony. He didn't hold a grudge against Morgan for causing him this much pain. The only one he could think about was the brunette woman who could flirt the pants of any man. It wouldn't surprise Will if Emily was sharing a bed with Morgan too. Why else would he be so angry about walking in on him and Emily? Sure, he did tie her up, but Will had known what she wanted. He saw through the innocent 'I don't want this, you're my friend's husband'. That was just the way she wanted to play. He now knew it was so that she could claim she didn't want it if she was to get caught.

Throwing away the needle and thread as he finished, he grabbed the medical tape and put one piece over his sewn together wound. A crooked smile spread over his lips as he looked at himself in the mirror. Emily had lost. Tomorrow, his family would be back in his arms and that whore would pay for what she'd done.