A/N: Ha, ha! Success!!!! I can't believe I'm actually writing more, Woo-hoo!!! *dances around randomly* Thank you guys all so much for all the encouraging reviews and comments and offers of help, they really made me smile and gave me a boost. You are all incredibly awesome people so this one's for you guys, enjoy!
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Warning: This chapter will be short and angsty. Just, so you know *shrugs* sorry about that...
The two of them didn't speak as Emily started the car and rolled out of the driveway carefully, wary of the black ice on the roads this time of year. She looked over at Emmy several times, trying to start an easy conversation between the two of them, like the last time they were alone, but she could only open her mouth momentarily before being forced to close it again and swallow her words as she saw the look on Emmy's face: scared, shocked and something else entirely.
It reminded her too much of her own experience years ago, and she couldn't tell Emmy she understood or knew what it felt like, because the words "I know exactly what you're going through" were too condescending for situations like this. And being a profiler, she would know when words weren't enough, so she sympathized with Emmy in the best way a diplomat's daughter could manage.
By being quiet
When they finally arrived at their destination six minutes later, it was Emmy who finally broke the meditative silence. Looking up, she quickly scanned the surroundings from the car windows and looked at Emily with curious eyes before asking a question that Emily was slightly nervous to answer,
"Where are we?"
Emily gave Emmy's hand a quick squeeze before opening her car door and walking around to the passenger side where she did the same in hopes that Emmy would follow her lead. When the girl didn't budge, she got on her knees and attempted to look her in the eyes before answering the question.
"We're at a mall, okay?" she spoke softly, "We're in the parking lot of a mall and I'm asking you to come inside with me. Please."
There was a long silence as the two of them made eye contact for the first time that morning and in that sudden instant Emily was given a shocking reminder of the worst day of her life; she could see herself shaking as she held the little plastic stick in her hand, knowing that that tiny insignificant little pink plus sign was going to change her life forever. She could see herself crying as she hugged her knees to her chest, wondering what on earth she was going to do. She could see herself whispering to Matthew as he hugged her tight and told her everything was going to be okay, and she saw herself lying on that operating table, refusing to let the tears come. She almost backed away to avoid looking at Emmy's terrified expression, but knowing exactly how that would look to her, she forced a smile and reached for Emmy's hand as another image of herself sitting in a church came to mind that she desperately tried to push away.
"Okay" whispered Emmy, stepping out of the car and closing the door behind her. And Emily knew that they were in for another "little chat".
Except for this one wasn't going to be nearly as "cheery" as the previous one had been and both of them were aware of it as they walked towards the glowing building, their slow breaths coming in white puffs of air, clearly visible to the early morning shoppers that were starting to fill the area.