Y/N has always known Emily, growing up together and bonding over shared trauma. Even going as far as going undercover for Interpol. After the 9 grueling years, she had given up on love, it would always lead to heartbreak even if it's a good guy. Tha...
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TW: Mentions of a miscarriage
"I'm not yours baby, don't say you love me"
Saratoga Springs, New York
December 23, 2008
You smiled softly as you watched the snowfall through the glass. You felt his arm snake around your waist, his hand resting on top of yours. You gigged softly, looking down at the small bump beginning to form. "Mm, can we finally enjoy our vacation? Or do they still need you?" you asked, looking back at your boyfriend. "Princess, I'm all yours" he hummed, placing a soft kiss on your lips.
Every year you would always go to New York, there was a small cabin that his family-owned. It was one of your favorite things to do, the only bad thing that came, was work. You smiled, turning in his arms, "Can we please go out tonight? It's boring staying in all the time" You begged, pouting slightly to get your way.
"Of course we can princess" he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I love you, so much" he murmured against your skin. Little did you know at the time, it was going to be one of the worst nights of your life.
Present Day
The sight of the all too familiar cabin came into view, of course, he would bring you here. You turned to Devin, "Remember when you hit the brakes too soon, twenty stitches in a hospital room." You hissed out, "Because I do. Thank you for reminding me of the worst night of my life."
He sighed apathetically, "Princess, is that the only thing you remember from here?" His words stung, the pet name reminding you of the endless years with him, all of the good and the bad rushing back. "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot we agreed never to speak of it again, just like we agreed never to come here again. But I guess you always break your promises." You seethed, the memories that you had blocked out rushing back as you looked at the cabin.
He shook his head, "Princess, you aren't the only one that lost him-" he started, turning to face you "Yeah, I might not be the only one that lost him. But I didn't kill him. So are you trying to remind me about how you killed him, or when our relationship became toxic?" You snapped, if he wanted to break you, he'll have to work for it.
"You're such a bitch, get inside" He ordered, the switch in the pet name, egged you on. "Aww, no more princess?" You cooed, exiting the car, taking your time as you made your way to the cabin. You felt his arm wrap around your waist "No more princess, you're too spoiled for that".
You laughed at his words, soon reaching the door, "You see, I don't need someone to spoil me with riches, or however you think I'm spoiled. You wanted to spoil me, I was your princess, I didn't ask for you to spoil me." You rasped, shaking your head in disbelief.
His fingers dug into your hip, you knew that they would leave faint bruises in their wake. He opened the door with his free hand, shoving you inside. You fell to the ground, a soft whine falling from your lips at the pain. He chuckled darkly, crouching beside you "Now, where shall we begin? Hm?"
It had been two days, your endorphins wearing off as the torture continued. The abuse you could take, it was his words that destroyed you. 'See princess, they don't care about you.' You whimpered at the memory coming back. He was right, they didn't care if they cared they would be here, wouldn't they.
Your wrists were raw from rubbing against the rope. You had tried everything, witty remarks, apologies, trying to remind him who he would hurt out of this. Nothing worked.
You heard the door open, footsteps nearing, "Well, isn't it, your lucky day." He snapped, you prayed that he would let you go.
A gunshot rang throughout the building, followed by a scream. Spencer raced to the room where the sound came. The sight before him sent him into a loop of haunting memories. He crouched by your side, holding pressure on your abdomen. "WE NEED A MEDIC IN HERE" He screamed, his voice cracking as tears welled in his eyes.
"Hey, you're gonna be alright, stay with me darling" He reassured you, but the words were trying to calm him down more than you. Your eyes fluttered shut as you heard his voice. "Open your eyes darling, come on" he cooed, trying to coax you back to consciousness. You opened your eyes slowly, trying to find your voice. "I love you, Spencer" you croaked, your eyes fluttering shut as you spoke.
The words took Spencer by surprise "Come on, show me those beautiful eyes," he started, trying not to respond to those threatening words. The medics soon arrived, transporting you to a backboard.
Spencer paced throughout the waiting room, cursing himself for not returning your 'I love you', if you died, it would kill him. It had been 5 hours since you went into surgery. "Kid, sit down" Morgan's voice broke his thoughts dragging him back to reality. "I can't, I need to know how she is, I need her to live. Do you know the last thing she told me?" He started, wiping at the tears that kept falling down his cheeks.
Derek shook his head, "We all need her to live" He shared, looking over at the man. "She told me she loved me, and I didn't say it back, I was so focused on keeping her awake that I didn't tell her how much I love her." Spencer cried, sitting on the edge of the seat. "Derek, if she doesn't make it out of this, I don't know what I would do."
Morgan leaned forward, trying to comfort the distressed agent. "Hey, it's going to be okay, come stay with me for the time being. You won't go through this alone. Now let's go get some coffee." He smiled softly, trying to distract him from his thoughts.
Spencer shook his head "No, they could update us at any minute, I have to stay" He muttered under his breath, looking over at the nurse's station where Emily and Hotch were standing.
Emily sighed, "It's the only way, come on" Hotch shook his head "There isn't a valid reason, if we tell everyone she's alive then he'll come out of hiding for her." Emily clenched her fists "Aaron, it's the only way she won't get hurt again."
Before he could stop her, Emily walked over to the team. Ready to give the dreaded lie, that had happened almost 4 years ago. "She died on the table," her voice cracked as tears welled in her eyes.
