Profile my Heart (Currently Re-writing)

Part 97

*Warning: Language*

Jennifer Jareau's POV

I'm outside. I'm looking for Emily.

I finally see her. She's sat on the sidewalk. I walk over to her.

"Em'!"

I put my hand on her shoulder. I smell something weird and I see smoke.

"Emily... You did not restart to smoke?!"

"And what? Nobody gives a fuck about what I do. Why are you caring about what I do?"

I sit at her right.

"I care about you. I just wanna tell you that I'm sorry."

She puts her cigarette out of her mouth.

"Don't be. You're right. Oliver's not even my son. His mother died in a car accident and his father disappeared somewhere in the United States. I adopted him only to fill the emptiness I felt after my daughter's death. I'm not sure to really love him."

She puts her cigarette back in her mouth.

"You love him. And you know it."

She takes another puff. I'm so sick about the fact Emily restarted to smoke... So I take her cigarette and I break it.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU FUCKING DOING?!" She yells.

"Emilia Adela Prentiss, look at me right now."

"Stop calling me by my full name!"

"Look at me."

"You're not my mother!"

"I won't repeat it another time. Look at me."

She turns her head away to take another cigarette. I take her head and I force her to look at me.

"YOU'RE ON DRUGS EMILY!!"

She takes a puff and breathes in my face.

"Why are you giving a fuck about my life?! You don't even know me!"

"OH YES. I KNOW YOU EMILY!"

She gets up and walks away. I follow her.

"Emily! You're taking drugs and you're smoking! And what? You're drunk too?"

"Yeah. And? I'm an adult."

"Being an adult doesn't mean you have the right to do illegal things! You're a federal agent! YOU CAN LOSE YOUR JOB!"

"I don't give a fuck about my job."

"Emily. Don't lie to me."

"YOU'RE SUCH A SHITASS. GO AWAY! I DON'T NEED YOU!"

"OH YES! YOU NEED ME TO FIX ALL THE FUCKING SHIT YOU ALWAYS DO! You know it could be dangerous!! YOU TOOK DRUGS AND YOU DRANK AND YOU SMOKED!"

"And? Who actually cares about my life?!"

"We all care about you."

"Stop saying shit, little bitch."

"Watch your language Emily."

"Go away. Let me alone."

"I'm calling Hotch."

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

She takes a bottle out of her coat. And she drinks what's in it.

"DROP THAT FUCKING BOTTLE!"

"Or what? You're gonna shoot me?"

"I'm not kidding! DROP THAT FUCKING BOTTLE! I'M NOT GOING TO SAY IT TWICE!"

I walk over to her. I look her in the eyes and she takes a gulp of what seems to be vodka. I slap her. Because of the impact of my hand on her face, she drops her bottle.

"YOU SUCH A BITCH!! IT WAS THE ONLY BOTTLE THAT REMAINED TO ME!"

"YOU'RE GONNA STOP YELLING AT ME!" I say as I take her arm firmly.

"UNHAND ME!"

"Emily. Listen to me. Why are you doing that?! You have a son!"

"HE'S NOT MY SON!"

"Legally, he is. When did you restart to drink and smoke?"

"LET ME FUCKING GO!!!!"

"Answer my question."

"I'M NOT OBLIGATED!"

"I'm gonna call the cops and tell everything to Hotch."

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!! I KNOW YOU WON'T DO IT BECAUSE YOU'RE A LITTLE ASSHOLE!"

I take my cellphone and I begin to dial the number. But as she said, I don't call Hotch or the cops. I can't. Emily's my friend.

"When."

She takes a deep breath.

"After my daughter's funeral."

"When did you begin to take drugs?"

"I met someone at the bar."

"When."

"Two weeks ago."

I release her arm.

"Emily... Why?"

"I can't handle everything..."

"You're depressed. You need help."

She rubs her cheek. She tries to make her bruise disappear.

"I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you..."

"Don't be. I'm an idiot... I have a family. I have a job. I have everything to be happy... And I'm doing everything to screw all up..."

I get an SMS. It's from Hotch.

"The doctor's there to give news about Oliver. I'm waiting for you."

"What is that about?"

"I've got an SMS from Hotch. The doctor's gonna give news about Oliver."

I take something from my pocket.

"Take that," I say as I give Emily a gum.

"Thank you."