The anger Emily felt as she brushed JJ’s hair back from her
forehead was like a living thing growing inside her.  “This
was so ***** unfair”

“I’m so sorry Jennifer, so sorry.” Standing up she kissed
her on the forehead and looked at the monitors.
There were wires leading out, she was on oxygen, her hand was splinted,
and her other injuries, she looked helpless.
JJ was never helpless.  Angrily
wiping away tears she swore she would kill the ***** that put her here, no
matter the cost.

Walking out of her room, she pulled out her cell and texted
Garcia, “where are you?”

“Pulling up in front
of the hospital, room #?”

“405”

Putting her phone away, she didn’t hear Morgan approach.

Putting a hand on her shoulder, “Heyyyyy!…”

She grabbed and twisted without thinking, bringing Morgan
down to her height.

“Whoa Prentiss!  It’s
me…Morgan” other hand raised he moved to protect himself as Emily’s other hand
came up to strike him.

“***** I’m sorry Derek.” Letting him go she ran a hand
through her hair and watched as he rubbed out his shoulder.

“How’s our girl” he said nodding toward the room.

“She’s sleeping right now, Garcia’s on her way up to sit
with her.  Have we been able to find
anything yet?”

“No, Rossi and Hotch are checking in with security, Reid,
Frost and Korsak were checking in on Rizzoli and there are uniforms posted
throughout the hospital entrances and exits.”

“Good”

“Hey Princess,” he said softly, “you are way jumpy, what’s
going on”

“This, everything…how is it fair that this ***** has been
able to kill five women, almost kill another and put an FBI agent in the
hospital and we don’t have an idea where he is.” Pacing, she turned to look at
Morgan

“He’s here, I can feel it Derek, he’s coming after them
both.”

“And we’re right here Prentiss, we are not leaving them
alone. Not again” he said quietly.

“Derek it’s not your fault you know, we all underestimated
him” she knew he still blamed himself and she hadn’t helped with that view at
all.

“Thanks Princess…it won’t happen again” arms crossed on his
chest he looked down at his partner.

Hand on his arm, “I know Derek, I know”

“Emily, Derek…” coming down the hallway, laptop in hand was
none other than

“Garcia!”

“Hello my sweets, how’s my baby girl doing?” she looked
expectantly at Emily