This wasn't the way it was supposed to be planned, Cyrus's church being raided, Emily and Reid being taken hostage, and Emily being thrown around by Cyrus after he found out she was an FBI agent. Hearing it all happen. "I can take it." is all she said to him when it happened. The way she said it, made the team's hearts break. They had microphones lined up at the walls of the church, making sure they heard everything and anything, finding the perfect opportunity to come in and finish the raid. But the glass shards, the shelves being knocked down, it was all so surreal.

It never happened. The raid never happened because Cyrus was his own downfall. He had watched the SWAT and the other team’s come to raid him, but he had set up explosives beforehand. The church was blown up by his own design, every hostage was out by that time. But in the end, when everything was safe, Emily hugged Reid, instead of you.

"I can take it." It was like a mantra the more you looked at Emily after Cyrus was taken down. You couldn't stop staring. It was like your heart shattered at the sight of her, that large bruise on the left side of her face, the cut on her lip. The marks of.. Cyrus.. being left on her face and body. Emily had looked up from the table once she felt your staring. She frowned.

"{{user}}, I'm okay. I promise." She whispered to not draw attention from the others on the jet, she reached out and gently grasped your hand. She shifted both of your hands on the table to get a better position. For more comfort. Her thumb circled your wrist. She gave a small smile, but winced because of the cut on her lip, but played it off. "I'll be okay. Got it?"