A Brunette's Story

Hello...and Goodbye

It's been a year since her second death, two months since her return to the BAU. The team has only been cold towards her, only talking to her if it was a must. It's been messing with her mind and Emily found herself crying herself to sleep often.

Emily walked into the BAU, ignoring the hurtful stares from both her team and other agents. She kept her head down as she approached her desk, biting the inside of her cheek as Morgan got up and walked to the break room while Reid turned to talk to JJ. Emily looked up just a bit to see them, JJ turning to face her with a venomous look in her eyes. Emily's hand turned to a fist, her mother taught her better than to back down. She stared at the younger agent, her eyes emotionless. JJ was the first to look away, giving an annoyed look to Reid as she got up to leave.

Emily buried her face in the pile of files, she was gonna need a cigarette soon. She wasn't a smoker, but ever since she returned to the BAU, she smoked only when she really needed to. Garcia walked past her straight to where Morgan was relaxing. Penelope tried her best to warm up to Emily but had a hard time forgiving her. Emily sighed and froze, feeling eyes on her. She looked around but found no one. Tilting her head up slightly, she saw Hotch watching her from his office. Emily shuddered and returned to work.

Her mission took place in Mexico and she didn't tell anyone from the FBI about it. There, she was tortured and starved for weeks before her team from Interpol came in. For her safety, they declared her dead, ripping her BAU friends hearts out. A year later, she returned to the FBI, everyone staring in disbelief when she walked through the large glass doors. Ever since then, she's only been treated as a lesser.

As Emily marched upwards to hand Hotch some files, she heard Morgan's deep voice, "I just can't forgive her man, maybe it would have been better if she just never came back." Emily gasped slightly but quickly compartmentalized, not bothering to knock as she walked in. There she saw Rossi, Morgan, and Hotch all staring at her. She slammed the files down without a word and walked out, deep in thought as she reached her desk. I need to resign. She thought, tears threatening to fall.

She harshly pulled at some drawers in her desk, pulling out a paper labeled Official Resignation Form and a pen. Emily had her gun and badge to the side, shining with the bright light of the bullpen. Just as she was about to start writing, she froze. Is this really what I want?

She looked around, noticing how almost no one acknowledged her presence in the office. The brunette looked up to where the three oldest male agents were talking in Hotch's office and frowned. It would be best for the team if I left. She heard footsteps and Hotch's deep voice, "Conference Room, now." Emily knew deep down that it wasn't for a case.

She quickly filled out the rest of the form as the team trudged towards the Conference Room, Reid shutting the blinds so other agents wouldn't see. Gun, badge, and form in hand, she let out a shaky sigh and kept a neutral expression as she made her way over.

Approaching the rest of the team, they all stared at her as she passed the doorway. Emily stood across from where Hotch was seated and slid the items across the table, everyone's faces dropping. Garcia looked at her in disbelief, "You're leaving us again..?" The usually bubbly technical analysis squeaked out. Emily winced as she said again and nodded, "Figure it would be best for the team, considering how you clearly don't want me back." She spat out as everyone avoided her gaze.

Without a word, she quickly turned and walked out of the Conference Room, storming straight to her desk. She fit whatever she could in her bag and took the rest in a small box. The desk looked almost as if no one ever touched it. Looking up at the large room where the blinds were now open with the team watching her, she sighed and walked out, pushing past the large glass doors for the last time.