|Aftermath of Minimal Loss
Author: nikonic PM
Emily deals with the emotional whirlwind of being held captive by Cyrus during Minimal Loss; spoilers for Minimal Loss Rating for femmslash, rape, and language Don't like don't read, but I love reviewsRated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - E. Prentiss & Jennifer J./JJ - Chapters: 27 - Words: 38,915 - Reviews: 96 - Favs: 103 - Follows: 52 - Updated: 12-25-10 - Published: 08-04-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6207703
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Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds. If I did AJ and Paget would not be leaving the show.
Author's Note: I'm an avid fan of Criminal Minds, but I changed up the plot of Minimal Loss a bit to fit my story. Other than that, there are spoilers for Minimal Loss.
"Why is it that she is always smack dab in the middle of these situations? Ugh!" shouted a very frustrated JJ. "Can't she just sit behind a desk for one day and not end up being held hostage or something else?"
"She'll be okay. We have ears in the center and Cyrus doesn't know she or Reid is an agent. It will be over before you know it." Garcia countered, trying to calm her best friend.
"We have a problem, ladies. Someone from the media leaked the presence of an FBI agent inside the compound." Morgan spoke over the phone to the two female agents.
"For the love of God, could this get any worse? Wait, an agent as in one agent? Who the hell leaked such sensitive information?" JJ exclaimed!
"I've got to go. Garcia, pick up the sound feed. I'm not sure there's much else that can be done at the moment."
As soon as Garcia got the sound feed, the sound of deep male voice was heard throughout the tech genius' lair.
"So which one of you is it? Tell me or I shoot him."
"Is what?" They could hear Reid's shaky response. "We don't know what you are talking about."
"Oh really? Tell me which one of you is the FBI agent or I shoot him."
There was a pause before the two heard Emily's voice over the sound feed. "It's me."
The rest of the day was a blur, as JJ couldn't stop listening to her fiancé being beaten. The blonde would pace and worry about her lover. She couldn't get the sound of Emily's grunts of pain or her insistence that she could take the punishment out of her brain. JJ wanted nothing more than to send the team in there and bring Emily out safely, but they had to maintain a professional relationship or Strauss would have grounds to separate the team. She had to think about what was best for all the people involved.
18 hours later, her team was set to raid the compound. Garcia and JJ sat nervously, waiting for response that everything was okay and everyone was safe. After receiving the news that the team was alive and they were on the way home, JJ phoned Emily.
"Emily! Baby, how are you? It's so good to hear your voice."
"Hey Jay. I'm fine. How are you?" Emily responded, exhaustion coating her voice.
"I'll be a lot better when I see you and can hug you. Did you get checked out at the hospital?" As JJ asked the question she heard Morgan in the background saying, "Tell your fiancé you refused hospital treatment."
"Emily, you didn't. You need to be checked out by a doctor. Please, Em?"
"It's just a couple of bruises. I've had worse."
"That's why you wince when you breathe and every so often you close your eyes longer than usual." Reid responded.
"Reid," Emily growled under her breath. "Shut up."
"Emily Prentiss, you did not get on a plane after being abused by a crazy man with probably bruised ribs and a possible concussion."
"I just wanted to get home and see you. I want to put this whole thing behind me. It's not that big of a deal. I am fine." Emily responded, emphasizing the last three words.
"If fine means ridiculed with bruises and nightmares, then yes, she's fine."
"Reid, shut up. Jayje, I'll be home soon. I'll meet you at the office. I love you."
"OK. Em, I love you too." JJ sighed; realizing arguing with her fiancé would only frustrate the other woman.
Emily hung up the phone as she sent a death glare towards Reid. She put on her headphones and tried to block out the world.