Emily's Nightmare Chapter 4, a criminal minds fanfic. Okay so I suprised myself. This went in a different direction than I thought. Thanks for all the reviews I really appreciate it! Happy reading! They were walking down the hall to Emily's apartment door. Hotch saw the door was open and pulled out his gun. He felt a pressure on his arm trying to push it back down, he looked to Emily questioning her reaction to his precaution. His name is Jarrod, he's a friend. He holstered his gun and again grabbed Emily's hand.? It's Emily are you there? When he was gone they walked into her apartment. Something seems different about him. How do you know him so well anyways? She let go of Hotch's hand to close the door behind them. When she turned back around Hotch was almost at her bedroom door. I didn't want him getting out since the door wouldn't close when I left, so I put him in the bedroom. She crossed her arms as a protective instinct. With his blue gloves Hotch opened her bedroom door and Sergio ran out. Emily took what seemed to be a slow, long walk to her bedroom. She started feeling sick the closer she got to the door way. The events of the previous night came flooding her memory. Again it became overwhelming; she was on the verge of crying. With each faintly sounding step, against the hardwood floor her fear became more elevated. Her breathing started to quicken. She stopped at the door way to her bedroom, Hotch seemed to be invisible in the room. All she saw was herself, lying on the bed being raped. It was as if it was happening all over again right in front of her eyes. She gasped trying to catch her breath. Her gasp caught Hotch's attention. Unlike earlier that morning she wasn't able to catch her breath. Her hand went to her chest as if by some force it would help her breath. She fell to her knees. Bile was slowly creeping up her chest she wasn't sure she could swallow. Hotch was there trying to get her to calm down, but his efforts were useless. Emily had become numb to everything but what she seemed to be re- living in her mind. It again was becoming all too real. She quickly stood up and ran to the bathroom slamming the door shut. Once again she had gotten sick. Hotch stood outside the bathroom door. He again had no words of consolation. His heart ached; he wanted to take away her pain. Why had this happened to her? Why such a violent, degrading crime? He pressed his ear to the door when it had got quiet. He heard her starting to cry. He was afraid to say something, afraid to press his affection. He had to get out of ear shot to her pain. He walked back into her bedroom letting her cry it out. He looked around. His attention was drawn to the nightstand. ![]()
emily's Nightmare
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