Emily never looked away. She let Reid come to her, let him take things at his own pace, her brilliant friend who neither thought nor processed things like anyone else. She held his gaze and kept the distant he established between his hands and her face, though waiting for him to say something, anything, was excruciating.
And, she knew. She knew what those emotions were he was struggling with now. She'd felt that sense of loss when Tsia was killed and known she couldn't take it if it had been one of her team, if it had been Rossi or Hotch. Reid. Emily was throwing his world upside down and she knew it.
Yet, even from Reid, she hadn't expected the request when he did finally speak and she glanced down at herself, one hand going unconsciously to that place, to the left side of her abdomen. If it had been anyone else...but it was Reid and she owed him something of closure for what had happened all those months ago, something to repay the innocent trust her deceptions most likely damaged. Looking back up at him, she nodded.
Lifting the hem of her turtleneck, she bared her skin, marred by the ragged line of raised flesh where the broken wood had entered her body. Behind her, Morgan would be able to see the smaller, less prominent line of exit wound where the point had just barely broken through. But, she kept her focus on Reid. "He missed the vital organs," she told evenly. "A lot of blood loss, surgery repaired the muscle damage. After, I was moved to a secure room in another hospital for another week or so to recover enough I could move on my own. I was given new identities, money to live on." Dropping the hem of her sweater again, she tilted her head to make sure he was looking at her. "There was no other way."