Hotch sighed as he looked at the team in front of him. This case was horrible. There was a missing child and a dead one had just been found, but there was no proof yet that it was indeed the missing child. Blake had left. She'd been with the team for two years and had then received a job offer from the terrorist department. Blake had apologised to everyone and told them that the two years she spent with them had been amazing, but she was going to accept the transfer, which she did.
Now, the team was one agent down and all over the place. They were getting no where on this case and the missing child had been missing for nearly forty eight hours, double the amount of time they usual use to work on, and solve, a case like this one. He left the team to debate and about the profile of the unsub and stepped outside of the briefing room, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
There was one number Hotch had been given and he'd been told to use it only in emergencies. He wouldn't class this as an emergency but he needed the person he was going to call to come to the States as fast as the person could. He knew, when the person arrived, that his team would be able to work much more efficiently and a lot quicker. He dialled the number and brought the phone to his ear.
"Hello?" came a confused voice from the other end of the phone. He knew it would come up as 'unknown number'.
"It's Hotch," Hotch answered the unasked question and cleared his throat after a few seconds of silence.
"Sir… How did you get this number?" the person asked curiously. "Oh wait… I forgot about Garcia," he heard the person chuckled.
Hotch shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "I need you to fly back to Quantico," he got straight to business. "Blake's no longer with us and we have a missing child… We need somebody else's help, somebody who knows what they're doing. You were all I could think off," he admitted, rubbing the stubble on his face. Lack of sleep was catching up with him.
"Hotch," the person protested. "I can't just pick up and leave… The job I'm doing here is important. I run the whole place," they reminded.
"Listen… I know this is last minute and I know the job you're doing there is important," Hotch agreed. "But the team isn't the same without you… We're barely holding it together and we need to find the missing child. You're the only one I know who can do that!" he pushed.
"Hotch…" they started.
"We need you here. Not just me, the whole team. I can get Garcia to get you the next flight here. You could be here at Quantico by tonight," he continued to persuade. He didn't know what he could say to bring the person back. A few long moments of silence ensued. "Emily… We need you," he repeated. "You can go back after this case, but we need you right now."
Emily sighed on the other end of the phone, pinching the bridge of her nose. She really wasn't sure going back was a good idea. She wasn't sure how the team would take it and especially JJ. The younger woman had been more hurt than Emily had expected when she told her she was going to London.
"Okay… I'm in," Emily reluctantly agreed, chuckling lightly at herself.
"That's great," Hotch smiled. "I'll get Garcia to book you a flight over here. I'll see you tonight," he told.
"See you tonight," Emily nodded before putting the phone down. She hoped she wouldn't regret going back to Quantico to help the team.
Hotch waited anxiously in the briefing room. The others were still trying to work out what kind of unsub they were working with. He'd joined in the discussion but had gone to see Garcia. She'd told him that Emily should arrive at Quantico any moment now. Hotch crossed his arms across his chest as he waited for a text or call from Emily, informing him of where she was, but he hadn't received one yet.
Hotch felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and he took it out, trying not to look suspicious to the rest of the team. It was a text from Emily:
I've just got into the building, acquiring my visitors badge. A load of bullshit if you ask me, as if they don't know who I am! I'll be there in a few minutes.
Hotch chuckled at the text and sent a quick reply back, asking Emily to tell him when she was in the bullpen. When he looked up, everyone was looking at him with a quizzical look. Of course they would. Hotch barely ever smiled, never mind chuckled or laughed. He made up a stupid excuse before busying himself in another file.
Hotch knew bringing Emily back was risky. He wasn't sure how the team would take it but he hoped they'd accept her back in again. The team had always worked best when Emily was with them, so he hoped they would be able to solve the case rather quickly. There wasn't much they could do now, due to it being so late, but tomorrow he hoped that they'd make some progress.
A couple of minutes past and Hotch felt his phone vibrate again. This was the moment of truth.
"Guys," Hotch stood up and positioned himself in front of the door. Everyone looked at him expectantly. "There's someone who's returned to Quantico in order to help us with this case," he told.
"Returned?" Morgan asked curiously.
"I think he means to insinuate that the person coming has been on this team before," Reid answered for him and Rossi chuckled. Of course Reid would state the obvious.
Hotch opened the door and sure enough, Emily was walking along the cat walk. She seemed a lot more confident than she had been before, but Hotch assumed that it was just a façade she'd put on. He knew she would be nervous about returning. He opened the door for her and Emily stepped. Everyone stared for a minute before standing up and greeting her.
Emily was happy they accepted her so well and she was covered in hugs and questions about how her work in London had been going. She was most worried about JJ's reaction to her return however. Emily knew that JJ had taken it rather personal that she'd left and she knew she'd hurt the younger woman that most. Despite this, JJ still stood up and pulled Emily into a hug.
JJ was tense, Emily could feel that, but it would take a while for JJ to become accustomed to being around the brunette again. Emily hugged her back, maybe a little tighter than she needed to, but Emily hadn't realised how much she'd missed the team until now.
"It's good to see you again, princess," Morgan laughed. "You're like magic, you know?"
"How?" Emily asked suspiciously as she took a seat around the table, everybody still smiling about her return.
"You disappear and then magically reappear," Morgan answered with ease. "I don't know how you do it," he smiled.
"Practice, Morgan," Emily winked. "Lots and lots of practice."
Hotch was glad Emily was already getting on with everybody again, but he needed to explain the case to Emily. He cleared his throat to get everyone's attention and they all turned to him.
"As most of you know," Hotch started. "We have a missing child. We also have a child that's turned up dead. The missing child has now been missing for nearly forty eight hours and the dead child found could well be the same child. We won't know until tomorrow when we visit the morgue. I've requested Emily's help with this case," he told everyone.
"So are you going to help us?" Reid asked.
"Of course not. I've flown all the way from England just to sit here and watch you," Emily answered sarcastically with a roll of her eyes. Reid looked completely perplexed.
"She's helping us," Rossi assured the young agent as he squeezed Reid's shoulder.
"Okay," Hotch smiled. "Seems as we can't do much else until tomorrow… I think we all need some sleep," he admitted.
"Sir, if you don't mind. I'd like to stay here? Catch up on what we know and what we don't," Emily told.
"That's fine," Hotch assured as he gathered his things. He stilled his movements with a frown. "Have you got somewhere to stay?" he asked.
"Yeah… I have a hotel booked for a week. It's literally two blocks from here," Emily answered.
"Good. I'll see you all tomorrow," Hotch nodded curtly to each agent.
Slowly, the rest of the team gathered their things and filtered out of the room. They continued to talk to Emily and joked around, but Emily could tell that something was off. The team weren't too sure how to act around her and Emily could tell. Eventually, it was just herself and JJ left in the room.
"What happened?" Emily asked before she could stop herself, turning around to look at JJ who'd just finished packing her things and had stood up to leave.
"What happened is that you put your own desires ahead of everything else and left us," JJ answered, clearly frustrated that Emily had asked such a stupid question.
Emily frowned and tilted her head. "Are you angry with me?"
"Yes, I'm angry Agent Prentiss," JJ snapped and Emily's eyes widened as she involuntary took a step back. "We had a great thing going here and you just…" JJ's voice cracked slightly and she took a calming breath. "You left and let it fall apart," she continued. "You left us… You left me," JJ told quietly, trying to hide the hurt from her voice, but it didn't work. She shook her head and turned around, walking out of the room and closing the door behind her.
Emily swallowed once the full affect of JJ's words hit her. She sighed and collapsed into a chair, knowing what JJ had said was right. Really, Emily had no right to walk back into the BAU and pretend she belonged there. She had left the team and more importantly, she'd left JJ. JJ had all the right reasons to be angry at Emily and so if JJ wanted to be hostile towards her, Emily would take it. She deserved it really.
Emily pinched the bridge of her nose as she pulled a file from the rather large stack in the centre of the table. She began to read through, hoping she could get all of it done and still get a little bit of sleep. Emily knew she was going to need it.
My muse for Love Conquers All seems to have run away! Arg! I can't find it anywhere! Seriously... If you find it, please return it as soon as... Please? Anyway... So, whilst I'm trying to find it, this is just a small (and I mean very small, not many chapters to it AT ALL) little story to keep all my followers happy. I hope you enjoy... :)