Consanguinity kills the cat(Criminal Minds fanfiction)

Chapter 23

As soon as Emily realized she wasn't dreaming, she turned around quickly, not wanting her boyfriend to see her like that. Broken. Damaged. High. This wasn't how he was supposed to find her. She wasn't supposed to be alive if he ever found her. That's what everyone had told her. That was what she had started to believe herself. Yet, he had still stood by the window when she came in, ready to entertain whatever bastard who'd be there. Tears sprung to her eyes and she put her arms around her body to shield it as much as possible.

"You shouldn't be here," she said, barely above a whisper. "I don't want you to see me like this."

Derek sighed sadly and approached her tiny frame. She was thinner than when he'd last seen her as if she hadn't been fed at all. Only that was a reason to kill them all.

He put his arms on hers and hesitantly turned her around. She held her head down the entire time and he could feel she was shaking, a mix of coldness and the fact that she was crying. He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly, as if his life depended on it. He needed to feel her, to be near her. She didn't hug him back. Her head rested on his strong chest and he could feel his shirt getting soaked from her tears, but he didn't care.

He sighed with relief to finally have her back in his arms. "God, I finally found you," he said, placing a soft kiss against her head.

That only earned him a heartbreaking sob and he couldn't help but to let his own tears fall. It wasn't often that he let himself cry, but through this whole ordeal he'd done it more than ever and now... He was so relieved. Though, the way she looked didn't bring much comfort to him. Her bruises were visible and he could see the dilated pupils, indicating that she was very intoxicated, but he wouldn't ask her if they'd made her take it or if it had gotten bad enough for her to decide she needed it. Then there was her clothes that barely covered her body. Emily had walked into this room, believing that she would get raped again. How many times had it been like this? He didn't know and he definitely wouldn't ask her that either. Right now he would only let her cry into his chest. They might not have that much time, but he would be ready if the guards came in.
Then he remembered something, a rookie mistake. He looked through the room, careful not to disturb Emily, and found what he was looking for in one of the corners. A blinking red light. A camera. Fuck. Though, nobody had come into the room yet so maybe they hadn't seen their moment. Maybe they never would either.
Morgan stroke Emily's hair and inhaled her sent. She didn't smell much like Emily anymore with the shampoo and perfume they'd made her use.

Emily couldn't stop crying. It had been fine in the beginning when only a couple of tears had left her eyes, but as soon as he touched her, she broke down into uncontrollable sobs. The fact that he still could stand to touch her after knowing how many different guys she'd been with, made it so hard for her to stop the tears. She still couldn't hug him, but his strong arms around her was enough. How could he even look at her? She was and looked disgusting. The lack of clothes she was wearing. The heavy makeup. The bruises. The clear signs of someone else touching her. Using her body. Still, he had pulled her into his arms, desperately hugging her. And he had looked for her. 'Finally I found you.' He had said. Had he really been looking for her? The team too?
Her knees went week and she could feel them begin to buckle underneath her, but Morgan was fast to catch her, lowering both of them to the floor. She clung to him as if he would disappear if she ever let go.
"Emily? Sweetie?" he whispered, trying to pull her away to get a good look at her, but Emily gripped his shirt tighter. "We need to get out of here."

She didn't want to leave his arms though. She wouldn't be safe if he didn't hold her. It was a fact she was sure of. If he let her go, they'd take her back. So she didn't let go of him.

"Please, Em... If we don't go they'll catch us. Come on.. Stand up... For me," he pleaded with her and this time her head actually lifted.

Her tearstained face met his and he moved his hand to her cheek to wipe away a black tear that was trailing down. She leaned into his hand and exhaled a shaky breath before, with the help of her hands, pushing herself up from the ground. He put a hand around her shoulder and led her to sit on the bed.