Little Miss Perfect (Daughter of Jemily)

chapter two

The next morning...

Ella's POV

"Rise and shine bitch"

I shot up from bed. My eyes opening and closing back because of the sun. 

"How did you get into my house Alex?" I said throwing a pillow at her.

"I have a spare key. Anyways, we are SO running late and you know we can't be late for ballet. So. Hurry up." 

I got up. My feet hitting the carpet. I walked to my bathroom and got ready.

I should probably call my moms.

CALLING MOM<3

"Hey El"

"Hey Mom. Where's Mama?"

"Crime scene. I have to go baby, but have fun at dance and text me after so we can both call you. Should be home tomorrow."

"Ok, I love you."

"Love you too."

And she hung up.

I ran down the stairs to see Alex going through my fridge.

"You know you can't eat before dance. It makes you sick."

"Just seeing what my options are for when we get back."

"Ugh. Let's go."

We got in the car and headed to dance. It was only two hours today. Then we had the rest of the day to hang out. We were probably going to end up having a sleepover because she knows I get nervous staying alone.

After dance...

"Alex. I am so hungry."

"Me too. Wendys?"

"PLEASE."

Might seem like we always eat out. And we do. That's because my parents are always away from work and her parents are too. Alex is usually alone from 8-8. So we hang out with each other.

INCOMING CALL FROM MAMA<3

"Hi mama! Oh! Hi mom!"

"Hi Elle belle. Hi Alex"

"Hi Emily! Hi JJ!"

"How was dance?"

"Good, nothing new. We're probably going to shower and then watch TV and maybe go to the park and paint or something."

"Sounds fun. This case is not sitting right with us. We miss you tons."

"Miss you more. Can't wait to hear the bad details." 

"Yeah... gotta go. Talk soon!"

Didn't even get to finish. They hung up. Alex noticed my face change

"How about we go paint in the park when we finish eating and showering?"

Emily's POV

"Yeah..-"

"Prentiss! JJ!"

"Gotta go. Talk soon."

END CALL

"We think we have a lead."

JJ and I ran to the conference room at the station to see Garcia already had an address.

The whole team got in the car and began to drive to the scene. I noticed JJ just staring at the window.

"What's on your mind J?"

"Nothing. I just-"

"Miss her." I cut in. She nodded.

"She's ok. She has Alex and we will be home tomorrow."

"Yeah. It's fine. Let's focus on the case."

She was not fine.

At the scene...

"Prentiss. Is everything ok with JJ?"

"She misses Ella. Speaking of that. We need time off Aaron. It's killing her. It's killing Ella. Just a week. Then we will be back with no distractions-"

"Emily... I was going to require that. Starting tomorrow. I don't want you or JJ working. For two weeks."

"Two weeks Hotch? I think we can manage with just one?"

"Two."

I nodded. Walking away to tell JJ. We agreed to not tell Ella. Just simply surprise her by staying home.

Ella's POV

"ALEX GET THE CANVAS' FOR PAINTING! I'M GOING TO GRAB THE PAINTS SO WE CAN LEAVE!"

"OK STOP YELLING"

I rolled my eyes and walked into my closet grabbing a small picnic basket and my bag of paints. I headed downstairs and there was Alex. Sitting on the counter. Drinking a smoothie.

"Finally. Let's go."

At the park...

"So what are you going to paint?"

"Ummm... I'm not sure yet. Probably like a sunset."

"Ah good idea. I'll probably end up painting animals or something."

And we did just that. I painted a collage of different environments and Alex painted a beach and a sunset. 

We stayed laying on the grass for another few hours. It was six when we decided to pack up and go home. We were going to make pasta, bake cupcakes, and watch a movie. 

"How about we watch High School Musical?"

"Great idea."

"Let me get started on the pasta."

"Ok, I need to run up and finish some homework really fast. Come get me when it's done?"

She nodded and I ran up. My moms had already called to say goodnight. They were super busy to catch a killer I guess.

I opened my laptop. Come on El. Write. Ah. I can't do this. Yes I can.

Earliest memories. I don't understand why the brain can't remember everything. Why are peoples earliest memories at different ages? When do we stop remembering? It's tough to say what my earliest memory is. There are things I simply just know because of stories and pictures. Doesn't mean I remember them. When I was three I started ballet and met my best friend. Alex. Do I remember that? I can't tell. I think I'm going off of pictures of us to create memories that I'm not sure are there. Do I remember my adoption day? No. I was barely two. Do I remember my first day of kindergarten? Yes. I was five. So what does the three year age difference matter? Why do I want to remember my life before my moms? I will never know. I think I would be traumatized if I had to remember my parents killing people. So I am thankful for that. I just wish there was more I could do. From the age of two to the age of ten, my moms were always home. Cases always seemed to be light. They also had no one to watch me and baby sitters couldn't really watch me every night after nine pm. I wish those memories were more vivid than they are. I want to remember my moms being home all the time. I want to remember what it was like for them to drive me to dance and take me to the park and help me with homework and play Barbies with me and for them to simply be here. I craved that. 

"El! Foods ready... hey, are you ok?"

"Yeah I'm fine. Be down in a sec."

She nodded slowly. Almost as if she was profiling me. 

I turned my head back to my laptop.

Was craving the feeling of your past selfish? I live an amazing life. Why would I want to go back when there is so much to experience now? Why is there a need to dig up and replay in my head to simply write it down only for it to be a memory forever? Memories. How can you tell if you're making them up? What if it's just want you want to see? What if my moms were more absent than I remember?