CM/WMC Crossover - The Unexpected, 12/12

Title: The Unexpected, 12/12

Fandom: WMC/CM Crossover

Pairing: Emily/Cindy; Cindy/Lindsay and Emily/JJ implied.

Rating: M, due to some descriptive violence.

Disclaimer: Don’t own a damn thing so don’t sue.

Warnings: This is un-beta’d. All mistakes are mine.

AN: We’re getting near the end folks!!! Ready to find out who the bad guy is?!  Before any of you ask, there will be an epilogue!!!
AN2:  If you guys like this x-over that much, I may have some ideas for bringing these two fandoms back together in the future.  Apparently, I need to resolve some "issues" with some of the other characters (*ahem* that'ssofia_lindsay talk for we need more pairings!)

 
 

Cindy rounded the corner, and at the end of the road stood the lone house on the lake. She slowed her car, looking around to get her bearings on her location and other houses in the area. A few hundred feet on either side of the house were neighbors. Neither was close enough to hear screams but there was low brush running along the back of the property either way, perfect for hiding. With a plan, Cindy set out for the house.

 

She pulled up to the side of the house and parked. When she got out, it was deathly silent. Even the birds weren’t chirping. She crept along the side of the house, sneaking a peek between the house and the bushes. A couple of hundred feet back from the house was a small building with blackened in windows. Barely hidden on the other side of the building was a small silver truck.

 

Keeping low, Cindy raced for the pile of firewood set up next to the building on the side closest to her. Her heart pounding, she practically slid behind the pile. Standing, she peeked over the edge of the window sill. In a clear space between the pane and the wood, she saw a huddled form in the middle of the floor.

 

“Emily,” she whispered, just before the crunch of dried leaves behind her made her spin around. She caught a glimpse of Trish’s sadistic smile mere seconds before the wooden cane made contact with the side of her head.

 

******

 

“I think I may have something,” Garcia tapped furiously at her keyboard, “Patricia Stansfield.”

 

Reid looked at Morgan, “The one we questioned?”

 

“The one and the same. Check this out: two counts of assault and a string of restraint orders over the last 20 years all across the country. The most recent being a year ago in Wichita.”

 

Lindsay, Jill, and Claire came into the room, trailing Tom behind them. Lindsay was nearly frantic, “Please tell me you have something.”

 

“Why?” Hotch questioned, worriedly.

 

“Cindy’s gone. I think she’s gone to find Agent Prentiss.”

 

Morgan rubbed his head in frustration, “Jesus!”

 

“Oh God!” Garcia stopped everyone in their tracks.

 

“What is it?” JJ was almost afraid to ask.

 

“Not long after the restraining order was given in Wichita, this woman’s ex went missing, along with another woman, presumably the other woman she was having an affair with. They were never found.”

 

JJ put her hand over her mouth, trying to hold back the bile threatening to come up. This really was all her fault, after all. Rossi noticed the ashen look on JJ’s face.

 

“JJ, is something wrong?”

 

She nodded, “That case came across my desk.” She paused, looking at her team mates; every face was there except the one she really wanted. “I turned it down. I didn’t think it was important enough to warrant our attention.”

 

Morgan came over and rubbed her shoulder, “At the time, it wasn’t. Don’t beat yourself up over something you couldn’t have known.”

 

Her sad blue eyes looked painfully at Morgan, “We’re profilers though. We should see this stuff coming.” She shook her head, “What if I got Emily killed?”

 

“No, we’re human too, JJ,” Rossi stated wisely. “Now, I suggest we get moving and stop wasting time. This is no time for blame.”

 

Hotch turned to Tom and Lindsay, “Get your people together. We’re heading out.”

 

********

 

Emily jumped at the loud thumping sound against the building she was in. Certainly the rest of the team didn’t get here that fast! She heard a door slam open and a heavy scuffing noise move across the floor. A long moment of silence and then…

 

She jerked back at the blinding white light she hadn’t seen in what seemed like forever as her blindfold was yanked away.

 

“Well, well, well, isn’t this just adoringly sweet?!” Emily turned her head to the voice of her tormentor, feeling everything rushing in on her at once.

 

“You! But you’re…”

 

“What, you fucking bitch! Crippled? Harmless? Totally not what you expected? They never expect me.” Trish grabbed her cane and limped to the unconscious form of Cindy tied to a post across from Emily. She caressed a soft cheek, her fingers coming away with blood, “They never even look at me.” Emily fought her instincts to rip the pole she was tied to out of the ground and beat this woman over the head with it.

 

Emily was incredulous, “That’s why you’ve done all this? For a woman’s attention?”

 

“You’re beautiful and stupid. How typical.” She lifted Cindy’s head, making the redhead moan in pain. Emily gritted her teeth to stay in control. “No. I didn’t do it for a woman’s attention. It’s beautiful in its simplicity really. It’s simply…revenge.”

 

Trish stood and paced just outside of the reach of Emily’s legs, “Women like you and her get anything they want, anyone they want, and there are no consequences. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. This is yours.”

 

With a vicious downswing of the cane, Trish cracked Cindy across the thighs, causing the redhead to jerk to consciousness at the impact, “AUUUUGGGGHHHHH!!!!”

 

Emily yanked so forcibly at her restraints that the flimsy building shook, “Goddamn you, you FUCKING BITCH!!! I’ll fucking kill you with my bare hands!”

 

Trish looked up at the quivering pole and the debris falling from the rafters, then looked back at Emily and started laughing hysterically, “You’re not going to do a damn thing, Agent Prentiss.” She kneeled down to get face-to-face with Emily, “The only thing you’re going to do is watch helplessly as I slit your pretty little girlfriend’s belly open and watch her guts spill to the floor at your feet.”

 

Emily stared her down, sneering and refusing to blink. She’d find a way. She had to find a way. Trish stood and looked down at Cindy, who was passed out again from the shock and pain. She pushed the tip of the cane into the blackening flesh of Cindy’s thigh, causing her to cry out, “Wakey, wakey, Cindy Lou. I want you to see your fate coming at you.”

 

Trish turned and walked out whistling a happy tune. Beads of sweat were dripping from Cindy’s forehead, and Emily took the opportunity to get her attention.

 

“Cindy. Cindy!!!” She jumped at the noise and worked to focus on the familiar warm voice.

 

“Emily. Are you okay?” Emily actually smiled at the absurdity of it.

 

“I’m fine, baby. I need you to focus on me. Can you do that?” Cindy nodded her head, then scrunched her eyebrows together and moaned at the pain it caused. “Try not to move, Cindy. Just listen to my voice. Focus on my voice, okay?”

 

“Okay.”

 

“Alright. Now, do you have any idea if the police or the BAU have any idea what’s happened here?”

 

Cindy licked her dry lips, tasting the bitterness of her own blood on her lips, “I think so. The two blondes you work with. I think they may know.”

 

“Good,” Emily wiggled her hands a little more, testing the restraints, looking up to see the rafters shake. “Cindy, I think I have a plan, but I need you to play along with me, okay?”

 

Cindy managed to open one eye and quirk a little smile, “Like at the bar?”

 

Emily smiled, “Yeah, kind of like that. Not quite as fun though.”

 

Emily watched as Cindy struggled to stay conscious. She knew it was vital that she keep Cindy awake. With the head injury she has, she could easily slip into a coma. Her heart ached at the thought of losing her and she shook her head refusing to accept it as a possibility. Seeing Cindy’s head tilted to the side, she almost looked like she did this morning when Emily left. She’d have given anything if she had stayed and let Cindy wake up in her arms. A tear slipped down. She wanted to feel that. She needed it. This feeling was something she had denied herself for too long, assuming she’d never be free to love someone as good as Cindy…assuming she wasn’t worthy or good enough. That fear and withholding had strangled an already messy relationship with JJ. She wasn’t going to let that happen again.

 

“Cindy?” She stirred at Emily’s voice, seemingly a little more cognizant. She had to keep her talking, “Did you get my surprise in the kitchen this morning?”

 

“No, I was late for breakfast with the club.”

 

“The club?” Cindy smiled.

 

“I’ll tell you later.”

 

“Okay.”

 

“Emily?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

Cindy smirked, “What did you get me for my surprise?”

 

“You’ll see when we get out of here.”

 

“Okay,” a few moments passed, “Emily?”

 

Both were nearly whispering now, “Yeah?”

 

Brown eyes turned fully to Emily’s, letting her know that Cindy was completely aware of the words coming from her mouth, “I think I love you. I’m pretty sure I do actually, and it’s not some hero worship, moment of crisis thing. It’s…”

 

“Cindy?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“I think I love you too.” Cindy smiled fully at this.

 

“So, what’s your plan, Wonder Woman?” Emily brought her now free hands around in front of her, making her eyes go wide in wonder.

 

“How did you…?” 

 

Emily smirked sexily at Cindy, “It’s one of my many sordid stories from my time overseas. Remind me when we get out of here and I’ll tell you all about it.”

 

Emily leaned over and loosened the ropes from around her ankles, then did the same thing with Cindy’s, leaving them so they looked bound tight. Emily looked to the windows and then, ignoring the shooting pain in her side, quickly moved behind Cindy to loosen the bindings on her wrist. Cindy looked over her shoulder at the beautiful face of her very own superhero.

 

“Hi.”

 

Emily stopped and brushed the blood-crusted hair from Cindy’s face, before softly kissing her, “Hi.”

 

Cindy looked at her in surprise when Emily moved back over to her side, “Are we not going to try to escape?”

 

Emily moved back into position, placing the rope back over her ankles and pulling the ties back tight around her wrists, “I have a better idea.”

 

“A better idea than getting the hell out?”

 

“I need to wait for reinforcements. If we make a move now, she could have all kinds of weapons at the ready and there’s far too much open space. We’d never be able to escape. Trust me, Cindy.”

 

Cindy gently nodded, trying not to cause herself anymore pain, “Absolutely.”

 

********

 

The BAU team rushes out the door. JJ’s close behind, slipping on her kevlar and wrist mic, and not paying attention when she runs into a familiar body.

 

“Will! What the hell are you doing here?”

 

Will smugly looked JJ over and tugged at the kevlar, “I think that’s a more fitting question for you.  I thought you weren’t going into the field.”

 

JJ pushed past him, “I can’t talk about this right now. I have to go.”

 

Will grabbed her wrist as she passed, “Let me go, Will.”

 

“Fine,” he looked around at the squad cars pulling out and JJ’s team waiting on her, “Where’s the fire? What’s up?”

 

JJ looked down, “Emily’s been kidnapped by the unsub. We think we know where she’s being held. I have to go.”

 

Will watched her turn, leaving him standing there alone in more ways than one. He called after her, “It was always her, wasn’t it?”

 

JJ stopped dead in her tracks. She looked at her team, at each supportive face, each one of them giving her strength to do what she needed to. Emily had the strength to stand tall and stop making an endless cycle of bad mistakes. Now it was her turn.

 

She turned back around to face Will, unable now to fathom what madness had taken over her all those months ago. He walked closer, but continued to talk loud enough for everyone to hear, “You’d do anything for Emily, wouldn’t you? You’d even risk the life of our child and us for her.”

 

JJ crossed her arms and swallowed, looking him squarely in the eye, “Yes, it was always her. From the beginning it was her. I’m sorry Will but you didn’t stand a chance.”

 

Garcia was shuffling everyone into the van and she gave JJ a quick hug, “You go, girl.”

 

JJ hugged Garcia tighter, “Thank you.”

 

********

 

The SUV and SFPD flew down the dusty remote road. Morgan flipped open his phone, “Get anymore info on this Trish person, baby girl?”

 

“You betcha, darlin’. Good stuff too that explains why she’s a bit harsh on her own. Get this, she was in the Gulf War and got injured in battle, which explains the cane; however, instead of getting honorably discharged for medical reasons, she was dishonorably discharged for conduct unbecoming, i.e. homosexuality. She’s struggled financially since then. The house she’s in now is a family home. Oh, and she was infantry too. She had quite a few commendations for her hand-to-hand combat ability. She was also a top sharp shooter in her squad. Girl has skills…good and deadly skills. Looks like ya’ll need to watch out for this one.”

 

Morgan sighed, “Thanks Garcia. We’ll check in when the dust settles.”

 

“Be careful, guys.”

 

JJ looked around at her team, “Looks like I picked a good day to don the kevlar again.”

 

********

 

Emily and Cindy stopped talking when they heard Trish’s whistling getting closer. Emily looked at Cindy determinedly, “Be ready when I say.” Cindy nodded her understanding.

 

Trish came in with a bundled wrapped and dropped it next to Cindy. She looked over and saw that the young woman seemed to be much more alert than earlier.

 

“Good. I think we’re ready to begin,” Trish uncovered the bundle to display several knives of different lengths. Cindy instinctively moved away, knowing this wasn’t meant for cutting the rope.

 

Trish reached over to pull Cindy’s shirt up, exposing her flat stomach to Emily, “So, Agent, where should we start? At the top,” she placed the blade of the longest knife just below Cindy’s sternum, making her flinch her stomach muscles away, “or maybe at the bottom,” she placed the knife low on Cindy’s abdomen.

 

Emily sneered, “How about in your heart?”

 

“But that’s exactly what I’m going to do, ain’t I? Isn’t little Cindy your heart? You’re one and only?” Trish cackled at the rage apparent on Emily’s face as she drew the blade across Cindy’s stomach, barely breaking the skin.

 

Tires skidding on the gravel outside made Trish turn her head. Emily could only hope it was the calvary.

 

She made eye contact with Cindy, and in one swift movement, Cindy grabbed the nearest knife and stabbed up slicing a long cut along Trish’s thigh. Emily jumped from her position and barreled head down into Trish’s stomach, knocking her back several feet making her lose her balance. Trish rolled and came up, sputtering in rage.

 

“You fucking bitch! I’m going to slice you into tiny pieces!” Trish hobbled, taking the pressure off her injured leg. She swung the knife in her hand with purpose at Emily’s midsection. On her third attempt, she left herself open and Emily sent her reeling with a right hook.

 

Outside, squad cars and SUVs surrounded the building. Hotch gave some hand commands sending Morgan and JJ around one side of the building, while he and Reid took the other side. Lindsay and Tom ran up to the side facing the house ready to catch anyone escaping.

 

Inside, Emily continued to evade her weakening opponent. Blood from her wound was now soaking her pants leg, leaving puddles all over the floor.

 

“Give it up, Trish. You can’t win this. You’re surrounded by the FBI and the SFPD. It’s over.”

 

Trish stared at her with a deadly calm, “It’s not over until I say it is.”

 

Trish raced at Emily with every bit of strength she had left, screaming in rage. Hearing the commotion, Hotch gave the signal to rush the building.  Emily spun to the side, wrapping her arm around Trish’s throat. As the doors swung open, she yanked Trish’s neck to the side, the sickening crunch filling the room.

 

JJ stared at Emily, momentarily shocked at the look on Emily’s face. She was rage and death personified, and JJ realized there were so many things about Emily she never knew, so much she shut both of them off from, so they’d never touch these deep and dark places with each other. Silently, she left the room.

 

Time seemed to move in slow motion as Emily sank to her knees next to the lifeless body of the woman who had held her and Cindy captive. As if from far away, she could hear Cindy’s voice calling to her.

 

“Emily! Emily, are you okay?” She came back to herself when she felt warm arms wrap around her. She turned and pulled Cindy to her.

 

“I’m okay. You?”

 

“Yeah, I’m okay.” Emily pulled away, tears evident in her eyes. She brushed Cindy’s hair lovingly out of her face. She knew everyone was watching, but she didn’t care. She wanted to tell Cindy that she didn’t “think” she loved her, she knew it, but she didn’t want the memory of that to be over a corpse.

 

She stood taking Cindy’s hand in hers, “Let’s get out of here.”

 

 

CM fic - New Beginnings - Emily/Jordan

Title: New Beginnings

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Emily/Jordan

Rating: NC-17, but it’s romantic, fluffy smut.

Disclaimer: Not mine, just a little fun.

Warnings/Spoilers: Maybe little bitty spoilers here and there, nothing major.  Oh, and it's not beta'd.  OOPS!

A/N: Yes, I know a lot of people are excited that JJ’s coming back, but I liked Jordan and she had potential. Besides, she’s damn sexy next to Emily and well, since she’s not at the BAU anymore, this is perfectly acceptable, right? *ahem*

A/N2: This has actually been in my head for a few days now…okay, actually quite a while now because I needed to deal with Jordan leaving, and since I couldn’t sleep, we get smut.

 

 

Jordan was the last to leave the plane. She had sat in the back and watched the team, watched the dynamics play out between the father figures of Hotch and Rossi, the playful and teasing brothers of Morgan and Reid, and then there was Emily.

 

The lone wolf. The black sheep, loved by the team, yet not quite one of them. She watched the dark-haired woman reading Vonnegut for what seemed like the 20^th time since she had joined the team. She owed so much to Emily Prentiss. When Jordan first joined the team, she was brash and forceful, trying so hard to prove herself that it made it hard for anyone to reach her, but not Emily. Emily closed the door to her office and laid it all out on the table. Even if Hotch hadn’t sent her to do it, she thinks Emily would have still checked up on her on her own. That’s just the way Emily worked.

 

Like a seasoned behavioralist, Emily reads people. She watches and learns what matters to them. She saw that Jordan needed to be pulled in as an integral part of the team. She needed to go to that bar to push Viper’s buttons. She needed to be in the middle of it, and she needed to feel important, like all of the ugliness she saw passing on her desk day in and day out, somehow mattered and she made the difference.

 

Tomorrow, Jordan wouldn’t wake up and come into the BAU. She would return to Counterterrorism, but she wouldn’t have known how much she missed her first love if it wasn’t for Emily Prentiss. She stood up for Jordan and to her. They butted heads but always came to an unstated understanding. Emily had done so much for her that she felt like it was time she did something for Emily.

 

Standing at the top of the stairs of the plane, Jordan made up her mind.

 

“Emily!” Emily had her hand on the car door when she heard her name. She turned to see Jordan running to her.

 

She smiled at Jordan, bemused, “Hey, what’s up?”

 

Jordan stopped, kind of stunned. She hadn’t really thought of what she’d say at this point, so she decided to go with her first instinct.

“I wondered if you’d like to get something to eat…or drink or both or just one or the other,” Emily smiled at her.

 

“Um, that’s an awful lot of options.”

 

Then Jordan was struck with an idea, “Actually, if you’re not too tired, I’d really love to show you some place special.”

 

Emily mulled it over, intrigued, “Sure, why not? As long as you drive.”

 

“Deal.”

 

Jordan started her car and drove south away from the airport and Quantico. After about 30 minutes, she turned off the road and cut through a small but busy town. She pulled into a Starbuck’s.

 

“So, what do you want?”

 

Emily looked at her like she’d lost her mind, “Tell me that the special place you want show me isn’t Starbuck’s.”

 

Jordan laughed, loving playing this game with her, “No, but you may want something warm where I’m taking you.”

 

“In that case, give me a venti white chocolate with no whip cream.”

 

“You got it!” 

 

A few minutes later, they were back on the road, cutting through the rural roads outside of town. The further they went, the darker it got, and the colder. Jordan turned down another road, a quiet dirt road that had been well-traveled, so it was bumpy but not dangerous. Jordan stopped at the end where it opened out into a beach looking out over the ocean. For full effect, she killed the lights and put the top down. It had been too cold to drive with the top down, but right now, it was perfect.

 

She looked at Emily and almost giggled. Her mouth was open and her head was back, looking at the sea of stars above her.

 

“What do you think?”

 

“Wow! This is amazing!” Emily looked in every direction and couldn’t see a house light in sight. They were perfectly alone.

 

Jordan got out and walked around the car, reaching her hand out to Emily, “You think this is great. Come with me. You haven’t seen anything yet.”

 

Emily eagerly took her hand, carrying her warm drink in the other, “The coffee was a good idea.”

 

“I thought you’d appreciate that.” Jordan looked over at her, smiling.

 

A couple of hundred feet down the beach was a dock that ran far out into the water, curving at one point into an L-shape. At the end, there was a gazebo and benches. Jordan slowed before getting to the gazebo. She wanted Emily to spend time with her under the stars. Still holding Emily’s hand, Jordan turned to her.

 

Emily stared up in amazement at the twinkling lights in the sky before looking back down at Jordan, “This is incredible. Thank you for showing me this.”

 

Jordan was lost in the glow of Emily’s skin under the starlight, making it hard for her to respond. Her voice was barely above a whisper, “You’re the one who is incredible, and I should be thanking you.”

 

Emily shook her head, “Why?”

 

“You befriended me. You cared, and…the only thing I’m going to miss about being here,” she looked back up at Emily, “is you.”

 

Emily saw the wanton look in Jordan’s eyes, as they flickered down to her own and then back up to her eyes. Inexplicably, she was drawn in and the logical part of her brain that was still working tried to stop the forward momentum with words if not her body.

 

“Jordan…,” she put a finger to Emily’s lips.

 

“I’m not officially with the BAU anymore. We can do this,” she looked at Emily, ready to break down the last wall between them, “I want to do this.”

 

Emily gave in, pulling Jordan to her, her hands sliding under the warmth of her long coat and around her waist. Their drinks were long forgotten on the railing. Jordan leaned up, meeting Emily halfway, letting their lips brush gently together. Emily was immediately intoxicated by Jordan’s kisses. Her tongue sent shockwaves down her spine and the brush of her hands along her neck just inside her coat was wildly seductive.

 

Emily pulled away, licking her lips, “How alone are we out here?”

 

Jordan gave Emily a wicked smile, “The nearest house is three miles away.”

 

“As long as you’re not loud, we’ll be okay.” Then Emily kissed her again, hard, running her fingers into Jordan’s hair and scraping her nails along the base of her neck. Jordan growled into the kiss and pulled Emily closer, her hips starting to move automatically. Emily pulled her away from the railing and guided her under the gazebo, until the bench at the back of her knees forced her to sit.

 

Emily sat too, brushing a thumb over Jordan’s bottom lip as she continued to pepper her with kisses, slowly working her way down Jordan’s neck.

 

“Emily, you’re driving me crazy.” Emily made a show of stopping at the point where neck meets shoulder and pushing her shirt and coat aside, she began to suck.

 

Emily looked at her with wild eyes, hinting at fire burning underneath, “That’s the point. To make you so crazy for me that you won’t stop me.”

 

Jordan knew the answer to her own question, but she was loving the teasing too much to change tactics, “Stop you from doing what?”

 

Emily leaned in to kiss her, nibbling at her bottom lip in passing, “This.”

 

Emily ran her hand down the inside of Jordan’s jacket, brushing her thumb over an already erect nipple, “And this.”

 

Emily’s hand continued its downward descent until it reached between Jordan’s legs, “And that.”

 

Jordan was taking short, gasping breaths, barely able to contain herself, “Is that what you want, Jordan?”

 

“Oh God, yes, Emily. I want it,” she kissed Emily fervently, “All of it.”

 

Emily pulled Jordan’s leg over her own, guiding it to wrap behind her back. She reached down and unzipped Jordan’s pants. She reached inside to feel the warm heat.

 

She pulled Jordan close to nuzzle her ear, “Keep your coat pulled around us, just in case.”

 

Jordan swallowed hard at what they were about to do, what this gorgeous woman could make her do. She fought the urge to hurry Emily along, allowing her to set the pace, no matter how torturous it was.

 

Emily pushed her way past silk underwear, wondering for the moment what color they may be, letting her fingers slide easily into Jordan’s folds. Jordan closed her eyes and rested her forehead against Emily’s.

 

“Oh, Emily.”

 

Emily smiled at her name coming from Jordan’s lips. She reached up with her free hand to raise her chin and kiss her, slow and deep, matching the movement of her fingers.

 

“Do you want more?”

 

Jordan nodded and struggled to answer her, “Yes.”

 

Jordan gripped tightly onto Emily’s arms when another finger slid snugly into her, stretching her in a completely satisfying way. She could feel her body shaking. She was shaking everywhere and she couldn’t distinguish if it was the cold or the risk of being caught or even the incredibly intimate nature of her first time with Emily. Whatever it was it pushed her over the edge as her hips ground hard onto Emily’s invading fingers.

 

They sat there like that, looking at each other in amazement. Emily closed her eyes in contentment every time Jordan’s muscles contracted around her fingers. Finally, she leaned in and kissed Jordan gently, letting her lips linger, as she slowly pulled out of her.

 

Jordan sighed and hugged Emily close to her, “I don’t want to go back to the real world. I want to stay like this with you.”

 

Emily nodded and sighed in agreement. Jordan looked up at Emily and pointed behind her, “That land back there. It’s for sale.”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Hmmmmm…”