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The team had suited up to infiltrate the house of Peter Callaghan, an unsub that had kidnapped and killed 3 children. Y/N and Morgan had taken charge in the infiltration, Hotch posing himself and Reid by the back door. Emily, JJ and Rossi held back by the SUV's in case the team needed backup or ambulances. Voices scrambled on the radio, Emily could discern Hotch negotiating with the unsub and Morgan technically threatening the man.
Hotch and Morgan stepped out minutes later, unsub in cuffs as the rest of the team was confused by the disappearance of the youngest agent. "Where's Y/N?" Emily called out to Hotch, the chief turning to notice that Y/N was nowhere to be seen. "She was right behind us, Prentiss head in." Emily nodded quickly, rushing inside, shocked to see Y/N slowly making her way out of the house with a child clung to her chest.
"Everything okay?" Emily posed, the young woman's eyes squinting as they look to Emily's lips, "Shit, they aren't in." Emily was quick to push the button on her radio, "Where did you find her?" She asked loudly into the radio, Y/N's hand pointing to the small hidden room behind the kitchen wall, "Unsub. Covering. Eyes flicking to it." The young agent mentions, her hands trying to wriggle behind her vest but constricted by the young girls grasp.
"Hey.. my friend Y/N here needs something from behind her vest, could you loosen your grip just for a second?" The young girl's teary eyes look to Emily, her hands pulling away from Y/N's chest lightly. Emily quickly shoving her hands between the young agent's vest and chest, pulling her hearing aids from the small sewn pocket.
"In your hand, lay them out." Y/N suggests, Emily laying both in her palm as she holds them out. Y/N's hand reaching out to grab one and shove it in, switching hands to collect the other. Emily guides them both outside and onto the front patio, Y/N making herself comfortable with the kid while they wait for the ambulance to arrive. "Who made your pocket?" Emily asks in a quiet voice, "Pen, the day I returned to the field." The young woman whispers, her eyes moving to those of the young girl gripping tightly onto her chest.
"Everyone has walked constantly cared for me since it happened.." Y/N mutters, looking back up to Emily. "What do you mean?" Emily asks, the young woman looking to each agent.
"Derek always asks to train, hoping he covers each scenario with special hand signals. JJ constantly checks that I have spare batteries and my medications. Penelope makes upgrades to the comms as much as she can, making sure I can hear the team enough to go into the field. Reid reads books about sensorineural hearing loss and the possible cures for it, although there is no cure. Rossi always cooks food for me, I don't always eat it, I have about 10 pasta dishes and lasagnas in the freezer. And Hotch, don't even get me started on Hotch.."
Emily giggles slightly, the team has been like that with her after Doyle, and at the time she had hated it but soon came to love it. It showed her how dedicated the team was to caring for each other.
"They'll always be like that.. this team is a family and we'd all go to the ends of the earth for that family." Emily mentions, Hotch making his way towards the two women as he mentions the ambulance is ready to go, "We'll meet you there, they only have room for you and the girl." Y/N nods, slowly lifting herself and the young girl up from the front patio. Thanking Prentiss before she moves off.
Emily and Hotch had ridden together, the team in the other SUV scrambling to find the girl's identity and parents. They had both made their way into the emergency room waiting area, briskly walking towards the nurses' station as they ask which room their agent was placed in. "238, down the hall and on the left." Prentiss was quick to thank her, both making their way down the hall and towards the room.
Emily noticing the young woman perched in a chair with the young girl in her lap, her eyes pinching hard together as her head leans back against the chair. Both hands trapped beneath a plethora of limbs.
"I'll wait for the team in the waiting area, do you want to wait with Y/N?" Hotch asks quietly, Prentiss nodding as she quietly stepped into the room. "Hey.." Y/N's head was quick to perk up, shushing Prentiss quietly as she feels the young girl squirm. "How is she?" Emily whispers, moving towards the bed as she leans against it. "No signs of sexual assault, just malnutrition and dehydration."
Emily nods, noticing another grimace in the young woman's face. "Headache?" Emily asked quietly, Y/N was quick to nod her head as she looked down to the young girl, "She screamed the whole time they examined her, only calmed down when given a sedative. Lost my hands in the chaos." Y/N smiles, shaking her head to try and relieve it somehow.
"Do you want me to take them out?" Emily poses, the young woman looking to her cautiously, "Uh, sure." Emily stood from the bed, towering over the young woman in the chair, "Do I just pull them out? Any special technique?" Y/N shook her head, waiting for Emily to take them out, her hands hovering for a minute or two before taking out the left one. Moving around the chair to remove the right.
Y/N had finally felt relief, leaning her head against the chair as she sighed gently. Watching as Emily placed the hearing aids beside her on the bed, scrolling through her phone as she kept an eye on Y/N and the young girl.