RP: Emily Arrives Who: Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, probably a few others Where: The Base When: Sunday, September 18, 2011 -- evening Summary: This wasn't exactly the homecoming Emily had in mind.
Emily knew she was being followed the moment she stepped out of the bookshop. The guy across the street had been reading the same page of the newspaper in his hand for the last twenty minutes, checking his watch every two. She'd known it was risky to come back. But, as long as Doyle was out there, no matter what they all thought about her supposed death, the others were in danger. If he ever found out she was still alive, he wouldn't hesitate to use them to try luring her out.
It wouldn't do him any good. Even she didn't know where Declan was any more. She'd purposefully not kept tabs on the boy so she wouldn't be able to betray him to anyone. Not the Agency, not Interpol, and certainly not his father. This was one match she was determined to win, for a twelve year old boy's sake.
Pretending not to have seen her tail, she crossed the street and kept tabs on him through the storefront windows as they passed. He was keeping his distance, not dropping back or speeding up. Either waiting for a less crowded area or only tracking movements for now. Emily wasn't keen on taking bets for either one.
Turning a corner, she blinked, momentarily disorientated by an odd flash of light, possibly the late afternoon sun reflecting off an opened door. When her vision cleared, she thought for a moment she'd taken a wrong turn. She'd been sure she'd seen a taxi pull up around the corner and she had intended to hop in and get off on the other side of town before making her way back around to where she was living for the moment. But, now there was no taxi.
In fact, the stores she'd been expecting weren't there. Turning around, her tail was gone as well. Stepping into the doorway of a closed shop, she waited and waited. But, the man never turned the corner or came past looking for her. It was as if he'd vanished like the taxi. Cautiously, she peered out and made her way back to the corner, staying out of sight of the way she'd come. But, still, when she risked a look, he wasn't there.
And, neither was the bookshop she'd just made a purchase at before this bizarre experience began.
Alright. She knew she was being followed and she couldn't rule out others still watching. The best thing to do was to go back to her temporary loft and clear out. She'd relocate to a nearby town, lay low for a few days, and see how things looked then.
While she was debating the merits of using her burn phone to call for a real taxi or risking a tail on the subway, she spotted another taxi just ahead. Twenty minutes later, she was getting out of the taxi ten blocks from the real address of her loft. She walked five blocks in the wrong direction before taking a cleaning run around the block and finally setting off toward her loft. Packing shouldn't take long. She lived out of one bag these days and kept most of it packed, ready to move if she had to move in a hurry.
It was two blocks from her loft that she became aware of being followed again. But, this time, before she could turn around to verify it, she felt a sharp prick and then everything went black. When she finally came to, she guessed a few hours later, an interrogation room of the official looking variety was the last place she expected to wake up.