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Emily

Emily. Mick had to get to Emily before Doyle did. If he didn’t…. well that’s something he didn’t want to think about. So he ran faster. He ran so fast he thought his lungs were going to burst. But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered excepting getting to Emily in time, time that was quickly running out.

***
Emily Prentiss knew her luck had finally ran out when she heard the sound of a hammer being pulled back and felt the barrel of a gun pressing against the back of her head. Doyle. She knew it even without turning around. He’d found her. How he’d found her she didn’t know but he had. Shit. Now what the hell was she going to do? Mick had slipped out to pick up some groceries and he wasn’t supposed to be back for another twenty minutes. Damn. Looked like she was on her own on this one.

“Doyle.” Emily gave a bitter laugh. “I should of known you’d find me sooner or later.”

“Yes you should of Agent Prentiss. But I’ve got to admit. You and your little boyfriend didn’t make it easy. Where is he by the way?”

“I don’t know Doyle. You seem to know everything already. So why don’t you tell me?”
Emily smirked knowing she was getting on the other man’s nerves real fast. She wasn’t about to tell him anything. Especially anything that involved Mick. She’d be damned if she was going to get the only man she’d ever loved killed. She’d die first. And from the looks of it… that just might happen….

“Well then…I’ll just have to kill you and then sit here and wait for him to get back and kill him now won’t I? Wouldn’t want him coming after me later. Last thing I need is some damn sniper gunning for me.”

Emily closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She had to do something and she had to do it now because she had no doubt what so ever that Doyle wouldn’t follow through with that threat. He was the type of man who never left any loose ends. That’s why he wanted her dead after all. She was his last loose end. With her gone no one was left to testify against him.

When she opened her eyes again…she knew what she had to do and just like that she reverted to her training. She spun around fast and grabbed Doyle’s arm slamming the gun out of his hand. But that was a far as she got before grabbed a second gun out of his coat and shot her.

Emily gasped as the bullet tore through her chest. She looked down at the gaping wound there. Then she slowly looked up in shock at Doyle who was still standing there with the gun pointed at her. Damn…she should have remembered the bastard always carried a back up. With that thought her knees began to buckle and she slowly sank to the floor.

***

Mick heard the shot just as he entered the apartment. Oh shit. Emily! His heart pounded in fear but he forced him self to go slow and be cautious. He had to be careful. If he wasn’t and he got himself killed he wasn’t going to be any use to Emily and she needed him.

So he headed for the kitchen where the shot had originated from and when he got there his heart lodged straight in throat. Emily was laying on the floor in a pool of blood but she was alive. He could tell that much because her head was up and she was staring at Doyle who was standing over her with a gun getting ready to finish the job.

Seeing red Mick took his gun and aimed it straight at Doyle’s head and fired. It was cold and it was brutal and it was most likely wrong beings he could of taken the guy alive but after seeing Emily… he hadn’t given it a second thought.

***

Emily’s vision was going fuzzy but it wasn’t yet fuzzy enough for her to not see Doyle’s head explode into a red mess. As Doyle dropped Emily got a clear view of Mick standing behind him with his gun still pointed at the bastard. Mick…. he’d saved her. He was always saving her…

With that thought she dropped her head back to the floor suddenly having no strength left to keep it up.

“Em! Emily! Come on princess. Stay with me!” Mick was suddenly there beside her on the floor pressing a cloth he’d grabbed off the cabinet to her chest to staunch the blood flow while he called 911.

“Em. Come on baby. Hang on. Helps coming.” Emily wasn’t sure but she thought Mick might have been crying. Mick crying? Yeah…. now she knew was loosing it. Mick didn’t cry. Mick never cried. Why was he crying?

“Em. Don’t do this. Please don’t do this. I need you.” Mick pleaded for Emily to fight, to hang on. But it was a fight she was rapidly loosing. He pressed the cloth harder to her chest. “Em. Please…” His voice was a choked plea.

Emily decided right then and there she didn’t like Mick crying. She wanted to do something, to say something but the only thing she could manage was to weakly lift her hand up and caress the side of his face with her bloody hand.

“I love you….” She whispered and with that she let the darkness take her.

***

Mick panicked when Emily shut her eyes.

“Em! Em! Come on baby. Don’t do this. Please God don’t do this.” Mick begged. He couldn’t lose her. He couldn’t. Emily Prentiss was the only woman he’d ever loved and if he lost her…. It was something he wouldn’t be able to handle.

The medics chose then to finally show up and when they did Mick was forced back out of the way so they could work on her.

He wiped his nose with the back of his bloody trembling hand as he watched them work on her. And when they loaded her onto the stretcher he went with them in the ambulance. He wasn’t leaving her. He couldn’t. If he left her…if he turned away for even a moment he was scared that when he turned back she wouldn’t be there.

Trembling he reached out and took her hand, holding it in his own as they rushed to the hospital.

“Em…baby….hang on. It’s going to be okay. I promise.” Shaking he brushed her sweat soaked hair back out of her eyes and kissed her hand.

A few minutes later when they arrived at the hospital Mick was once again forced back out of the way but he followed until he wasn’t allowed to go any further. Then those double doors shut leaving Mick standing there staring after them.

It wasn’t but a few seconds later when he whirled and slammed his fist in the wall. Hard.
Dammit! He couldn’t lose her! Breathing hard he braced both his hands on the wall and tried his damnedest to calm down.

****

That was how Coop found him. Mick had phoned him the minute he’d sighted Ian Doyle but everything had done been over with by the time Sam had gotten to the scene. So he’d asked the police where everyone had went and when they’d said the hospital Sam had headed here not knowing what to expect.

“Mick…? Hey kid talk to me. What happened?” Sam put a gentle hand on his shoulder but Mick didn’t move and he didn’t look up at him. He just kept his bloody hands braced on the wall and his head down.

“Doyle…he knew…somehow he knew where Emily was. And before I could get there he shot her. Oh god Sam…he shot her. There was so much blood…” Mick’s shoulders shook and Sam knew the younger man was crying. Damn…if Mick was this upset…then it couldn’t be good.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there in time Mick…if I’d just gotten there sooner. Maybe this wouldn’t have happened.”

“No. Coop don’t you dare blame yourself for this. This is because of Doyle. Not you. Doyle. He’s the reason Emily’s in there right now.” Mick finally turned towards him and ran an agitated hand through his hair not caring it was bloody.

“I can’t loose her Coop. I can’t.” Sam gently squeezed his shoulder.

“And you won’t. Have you forgotten this is Prentiss we’re talking about? That woman is a fighter. She doesn’t have it in her to give up. Now let’s go sit down. Something tells me have a long wait ahead of us.”

With that they began the long wait.

***

“You going to be okay for minute? I need to make a phone call.” Coop looked at the younger man worried about him. He hadn’t said a word in hours. He’d just sat there staring at those double doors down the hallway, waiting.

When Mick didn’t answer Sam tried again. “Mick?”

Mick finally turned towards him. “Huh?”

“You going to be okay for a few minutes. I need to call Hotch. He needs to know what’s going on.”

“Yeah. I’ll uh…I’ll be fine.” Mick lied not wanting Coop to worry about him. God knows the guy did it enough.

“Alright. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Sam left quietly to move farther down the hallway and Mick went back to staring at those doors, silently begging Emily to come back through them.

***

Coop sighed as he stepped outside the waiting room. This wasn’t going to be an easy call to make but Aaron Hotchner needed to know. Emily Prentiss was once a part of his team and he deserved to know. So he set about dialing the number and on the third ring Hotch picked up.

“Hotch…it’s me. Coop. You need to come to the Saint Barron’s Hospital.”

“What’s wrong Sam? Is one of your team hurt?”

“Not one of mine Hotch. One of yours. And Hotch…I’m sorry to ask you to have to do this but you have to keep this silent. Even from your team. At least until we know it’s safe.”

“Sam, what’s going on?” Hotch sounded worried now and confused.

“It’s Prentiss. She’s alive Hotch but she’s in bad shape. You’ve got to get here and soon. The doctors don’t know if she’s going to make it.”

“Jesus. Sam. Emily’s alive?”

“Yeah…hurry Hotch. I’ll fill you in when you get here. Just remember, don’t tell anyone until we know it’s safe to do so. Please. For your team’s safety and hers.

“Alright. I’m headed that way.” With that Hotch hung up.

Shit. Sam knew his friend wasn’t’ happy that he’d kept this from him but it’d come down to either lying or people dying. And Emily had chosen that later one.

He sighed tiredly and then went back to sit beside Mick.

****
It wasn’t long before Hotch got there. And when he did his eyes were filled with worry and a million questions.

“Sam. Where is she? Is she okay?”

Coop got up to greet his old friend.

“They don’t know yet. She’s still in surgery. Doyle caught up to her and when he did he shot her. If Mick hadn’t of gotten there in time…”

“Doyle?”

“He’s dead. He can’t hurt anyone any more.”

“How long Sam?”

“How long what?”

“How long have you known about Emily?”

“A while. Hotch…When Emily found out that Doyle had found her again she panicked. Doyle told her the one thing he wanted the most was to see her suffer so he was going to start going after your team. She didn’t want that. She panicked and she called Mick up one night. She asked him for help and that’s when they came to me. We faked her death and buried her deep Hotch. Buried her so deep not even you and your team could find her. We had to make it look real Aaron. If Doyle had suspected she was alive he would of started going after your team and anyone else Emily dared to care about. And she was determined not to let that happen. We were determined not to let that happen.”

Sam hoped like hell Hotch could understand. Understand that it was in everyone’s best interest to think Emily was really dead, at least until they could get rid of Doyle.

“Jesus. All this time she’s been alive. Alive and scared…and protecting us.” Hotch sat down in one of the chairs.

“Thank you Sam.”

“It’s not me you need to thank.” Coop’s eyes turned towards Mick. “He’s stayed with her every moment of every day, watching…waiting…protecting her. All the while tracking down Doyle.”

Hotch’s eyes widened. Mick? Mick was the one who’d been keeping her safe all this time?

If the situation wasn’t so severe Hotch might have laughed at his own stupidity. He should of known…

Just then those double doors opened up and a doctor in blue scrubs walked out. Blood stained scrubs…

Emily’s blood…Mick thought sickly.

“Hi, I’m doctor Stevens. Are you a friend of Ms. Prentiss’s?”

Mick didn’t seem able to answer. He was too busy staring at the blood on the doctor’s scrubs. So Sam answered for him. “Yeah we are. Is she…?”

“She made it through surgery. But it’s been pretty touch and go. The bullet missed her heart but it nicked one of her lungs. So she on a ventilator right now to help her breath. With time we should be able to take it out. Her lung just needs some time to heal before we do. If she makes it through the next forty-eight hours without complications well…we’ll go from there. But it’s going to be a slow process.”

“Can I…can I see her? Please. I…I need to see her.” Mick voice was hoarse and he was barely holding his shit together. But he had to see her. He had to see for himself that she was alive.

“Sure but only for a minute. The when we get her moved to a room you can stay with her longer. Be warned though. She’s heavily sedated and we want to keep her that way for the time being so her body can get plenty of rest without interference from the pain.”

Mick nodded grateful he could finally see her.

With that he followed the doctor on back through the double doors.

***

When they finally reached the ICU they pointed Mick to the room on the left.

Taking a deep breath and trying to prepare himself for what he was about to see he slowly opened the door not really knowing what to expect.

What he saw wasn’t as bad as the things his mind had conjured up while waiting.

Emily was laying there on the hospital bed her skin as pale as the white sheets she was laying on and her raven black hair fanned out around her. She had a lot of Ives and tubes hooked up to her along with the ventilator but strangely enough she looked peaceful.

Moving closer he sat down in the chair beside the bed his legs going weak with relief.
She was alive. That’s all that mattered. As long as she was alive they could somehow make it through the rest. No matter how rough the road to recovery got.

Gently he picked up her hand in his. “Em…I’m here baby. I’m right here. You’re gonna be okay. You hear me?” Tears slipped down his cheeks as he spoke those words. “You’re gonna be fine and I’m gonna be right here when you wake up.” He gently brushed her hair back from her eyes and then kissed her forehead.

At that he could have sworn he felt her fingers grasp his hand slightly but the movement was so weak and brief it was like it had never happened. Maybe it was Mick’s imagination…or maybe it was Emily’s way of telling him she wasn’t giving up. Not yet anyways…

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