#ch: jemma fitzgerald

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Jemma Fitzgerald + Her The Doctor’s Companions

I remember it all too well.

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And Carried Me Away: Ch. 6

Chapter 1|| Chapter 2|| Chapter 3|| Chapter 4|| Chapter 5|| Chapter 6||

Chapter 7|| Chapter 8|| Chapter 9|| Chapter 10|| Chapter 11|| Chapter 12||

Chapter 13|| Chapter 14|| Chapter 15||

Chapter Six:

Burnt sienna eyes slowly took in their surroundings, absorbing the decorations, space, and scenery. Alsie walked beside Spencer, her heart and mind impatient to see her daughter but at the same time terrified. Though she was more stable now than nine weeks ago, she was terrified of Jemma denying her. Of Jemma saying she wanted Linnet or Jemma calling Linnet 'papa.'

"It'll be fine. Don't worry." Spencer whispered to his sister, reaching for her hand to give it a reassuring squeeze. The corner of his lips twitched - this situation was so similar to when he'd brought Alsie to the BAU to tell Rossi about her and James. She'd been so nervous, she'd grabbed Spencer's hand.

Alsie smiled up at Spencer, but withdrew her hand. Her outburst at the hospital was still fresh in her thoughts, including what she confessed to her brother. That she loved him since they were children. That she still did, despite everything.

"Oh! Hello." Joy, having just entered the hall, greeted Spencer before her gaze drifted onto Alsie. "You must be Alsie. I'm Joy Struthers."

"Hi..." Alsie replied, smiling weakly. Her brow furrowed a moment as she placed the name. During her nine week stay in the hospital, David Rossi had visited or called frequently to tell her about how Jemma was doing. He also had mentioned that he had an adult daughter and a grandson. "...where's Jemma?"

"She's taking a nap." Joy replied, gesturing to the room she just exited. Before she could say anything more, Alsie entered the room in question and hurried over to her daughter. Not bothering to close the door. The look on Alsie's face as she knelt beside the slumbering three-year-old was enough that Joy didn't mind the other woman's abruptness.

"Thank you for helping with Jemma." Spencer whispered, his own gaze locked on Alsie and his niece. His stomach knotted.

"Not a problem. She's family." Joy reassured, smiling at Spencer. It had been a shock for her when she found out about her half-brother James being switched at birth, even more so when she read the articles about what he'd done. It had taken a few days to wrap her head around the facts - she had refused to believe it at first, and hadn't until she heard it from her dad directly. "It's lucky that the media haven't found out about Jemma. Or Alsie."

"Yeah." Spencer mumbled, his eyes still focused on his sister and his niece. Making him miss the scrutinizing look Joy gave him. Once he did notice it he blinked, confused. "What is it?"

"...You're Jemma's uncle biologically, and not just because you're part of the BAU family, aren't you?" Joy said, her eyes lighting up in triumph at the look her words brought to Spencer's face. Before the genius could do more than sputter, she continued. "Dad didn't tell me. I just had a feeling there was something about Jemma's mother that he wouldn't divulge. And seeing you and Alsie side by side right now, I figured out what it was. I'm not sure why, though. Why keep it a secret?"

Spencer swallowed, uncomfortable. He hadn't specifically asked any of his team to keep him having a sister secret, but he knew they knew he was uncomfortable telling others. "...our mom doesn't know yet, about Alsie."

"Huh? Why wouldn't..." Joy's eyes widened, her brain locking on an idea. "My god. Is Alsie...one of those who were taken by Connell as well? Like James?"

Spencer's uncomfortable and sad smile was answer enough for Joy. The journalist turned towards Alsie, more concerned about the brunette than ever.

"My god. That's awful. That's..." Joy shook her head, flabbergasted. Her journalistic curiosity took hold and asked a question before she could rethink it. "Is that how she met James?"

"Wha...no. That..." Spencer faltered in his denial, the question making him realize that none of them knew actually how James and Alsie had met. Each of them had had their own guess about how the two met, but none of them had asked either that question.

"...we met outside a bar. It was raining, he had been drinking, and I offered to drive him home." Alsie interrupted, turning to glance at the two standing by the door. Her brow furrowed, her recollection after driving James hazy. It had been during the time when she was still taking narcotics, so she couldn't be sure if her lack of recollection was drug-induced or from her D.I.D. Until recently she had assumed it was the former.

"Oh. So it was by chance?" Joy asked and approached Alsie, brimming with curiosity. She didn't know much of anything about her half-brother, aside from his being switched at birth and his crimes. And what she'd seen of and heard about Alsie, made her curious about how someone responsible for such horrors could be with someone so nice.

"..." Spencer watched his sister's face, recognizing her confusion and trepidation. It was the same look she gave over recent weeks as she started coming to grips with her diagnosis, and questioning her blackouts. His stomach clenched, understanding how accurate his and the team's hypothesis had been. If Alsie had shifted to an alter shortly after meeting James, it had to be because he'd attacked her. "Alsie, I..."

Alsie shook her head slightly and gave a small, demure smile. "I'm fine. Besides, the team called about a case while we were on our way here. You should go help. It has to be important if they called on your day off."

Spencer shook his head. "I'm staying here to help with Jemma. I wasn't called in."

Even as he lied, he could tell Alsie wanted to believe him but was confused. Joy too gave him an unbelieving look. He grimaced, thinking about the call Alsie had mentioned.

-"There's an unsub copying James' M.O. Unlike James though, this unsub is killing his victims." Hotch said, after Spencer assured him Alsie couldn't overhear. "This unsub is targeting James' rape victims. He hopefully doesn't know about Alsie, and even though she isn't a victim of James', it'd be best not to chance it. You should stick with Alsie and Jemma until we catch this unsub."-

"I'm not leaving you or Jemma. All right?" Spencer repeated, deciding it was best to stick with the truthful part rather than the false.

"...all right." Alsie replied, still giving her brother a slightly dubious stare.

0Tape:

-"Please! Stop!" The burgundy haired woman screamed, struggling to move though unable. Her legs were useless, unmoving and her wrists were rubbed raw from the plastic rope tied around them.

There were some muffled sounds, a question asked by the unsub off camera. Or a comment. Whatever it was, the woman's eyes widened.

"I don't...please...I don't know. I don't..." The woman stammered, each words punctuated by a sob. It was getting more and more difficult to stay conscious. What looked like a splotch of blood on her shirt was steadily growing larger.

There was a cold, unamused chuckle and then a man strode in front of the camera. He was obscured by shadow and the fact that his back was to the camera. In his hand was a long darning needle, sharpened to a point and with a makeshift hand-grip. It was designed so the needle wouldn't slide from the man's grip.

The man pushed the woman forward, and readied the darning needle at her spine.

x

Hotch stopped the video, saving the rest of the BAU, and especially Garcia, from having to see the unsub actually stab his victim's spine. It was only a modicum of relief, since the details were present in the case files each agent had.

"...this is from the tape the unsub sent to Rossi?" Morgan asked, reading over the autopsy report on the victim found in New Jersey.

"Yes. And facial recognition software confirmed this is the same victim whose body was found by New Jersey police. Who they've identified as Olivia Sutters. Aged 38. Originally from Poughkeepsie, New York." Garcia interjected before Hotch could. "I'm running a search on her, trying to see if I can figure out where she and the unsub may have crossed paths."

"What about the other thing the unsub sent to Rossi?" JJ inquired, refraining from mentioning the word 'eyes' in respect of the tech analyst's squeamishness.

"You mean the um..." Garcia faltered, the image of gouged out eyeballs flashing in his thought. "Well, um..."

"Preliminary DNA tests have confirmed them to be the victim's." Hotch replied in the tech analyst's stead.

"I'm curious why this unsub went from attacking women previously attacked by James, to attacking an unconnected woman." Tara spoke as she reread part of the file. "Especially since this unsub abducted his latest victim from New York. Some of James' most recent victims still live in the state, right?"

"Yes. And they're being brought into protective custody just in case." Hotch answered. He paused a moment. "Because of the possibility of James having known the unsub or come in contact with him, we should question him."

"...James is still refusing to speak to any of us though, right? Even after we found Jemma." JJ asked, her expression concerned. Rossi hadn't told them specifically what James had said the last time he visited James in prison, a few weeks after finding Jemma, but it had been enough to make the senior agent furious.

"Agent Fitzgerald has offered to interview him, since it's..." The sound of the door opening interrupted the unit chief. Before Hotch could continue, Rossi entered the room agitated. Cam Fitzgerald followed behind him. Hotch's eyebrows rose slightly, and then his eyes narrowed by the same amount. "Rossi...? Fitzgerald? Did James...?"

Rossi shook his head, his expression more livid than any of them thought it would be if James' had simply refused an interview.

"There was some incident at the prison, between James and a guard..." Cam started to explain, her heterochromatic gaze on Rossi.

"They threw him back in solitary, Hotch." Rossi seethed, shaking his head in disbelief. His mind filled with the not too distant memory of seeing his son unconscious in the prison's medical wing. The result of a psychotic break following being thrown in solitary. "Even after what happened last time, they still..." He trailed off, muttering a few choice words in English and Italian.

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Jemma Fitzgerald + The Doctor

And isn’t it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?

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Jemma Fitzgerald ( insp. & insp. )

So, all of time and space. Where do you want to go? I can pick? ’Course you can. First time, first pick. How about... can we see the stars? The stars? You want to see the stars? More than anything. Any constellation — I’m not picky, though I do have my favourites. Doctor, all my life, I’ve wanted to see the stars. Alright, then, Jemma Fitzgerald. Let’s see the stars.

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Jemma Fitzgerald + The Doctor

And isn’t it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me? ( insp. )

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And Carried Me Away: Ch. 3

A/N: Just a reminder, this fic is a sequel to My Life Had Stood, so it's best to read that first so you're not confused/lost.

Chapter 1|| Chapter 2|| Chapter 3|| Chapter 4|| Chapter 5|| Chapter 6||

Chapter 7|| Chapter 8|| Chapter 9|| Chapter 10|| Chapter 11|| Chapter 12||

Chapter 13|| Chapter 14|| Chapter 15||

Chapter Three:

-Flashback-1998-

"Who are you?" Alsie demanded the stranger as he entered the private classroom - which was more of a unused storage room than a classroom. The school had deemed it her own private study after deeming it necessary to accommodate her and her propensity to interrupt her teachers. Though it wasn't her fault they tended to teach straight from the textbooks, many of which were too dated to reflect current knowledge.

She'd even said as much to the principal, and then the superintendent, but neither were willing to accept her point. Nor had either wanted to lose her as a student, which had as much to do with Mary Schmidt's money as it did her intelligence.

"You're Allison, right? Allison Schmidt?" The stranger asked instead of answering, picking up one of the texts Alsie had taken from the local library. "...quantum mechanics, interesting. Um..."

"Go..." Alsie, irritated by the stranger, was about to growl at him to eff off or tell her his name when he started talking about quantum theory. She paused, intrigued. Her eyes followed him closely as he neared, switching from quantum theory to psychiatry as he did. She listened as he talked about the brain and the ways to control it and memory. "...who are you?"

"I'm..."

x

"...Elsie?" William Reid approached his daughter, having called her name a couple of times he was concerned by her sudden lack of response. He reached out for her instinctively and froze when she tensed. Though he'd immediately realized his folly, the moment he touched her arm she recoiled. "...I'm sorry. I..."

He took a step back, tensing himself as he expected the thirty-three year old to shift into an alter, likely Emmie, at the touch. A few moments passed before he realized the shift hadn't happened. His brow furrowed, staring down at his daughter's tensed form. Though it was obvious she was extremely uncomfortable, the fact that she hadn't shifted to Emmie or Ana made William sigh in relief.

During her nine week stay in the hospital, Alsie had gone through multiple sessions with Dr. Freeman, her psychiatrist. As well as a therapist after Spencer convinced her it'd be helpful. The result being that Alsie had finally accepted her diagnosis and was getting her D.I.D under control.

"...sorry." Alsie mumbled back, still a bit skittish. "I'm working on not being so..." She swallowed and took a deep breath, her eyes averted from William. "Sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for." William immediately replied, his gut clenching at the apology. "It's the Crawfords' and Linnet's faults. What they did..." He clenched his jaw, unaware of and unable to moderate his angry voice until he notice Alsie tense up again. His eyes widened when he saw her flinch and touch her right temple. "Elsie, I..."

"It's your fault too." Alsie spat, massaging her temple. The tell-tale signs of a migraine were already starting to rear their heads. She took in a few calming breaths, attempting to forestall the headache - the pain of which she'd learned was at times a precurser to a switch to an alter. Whether it was a trigger or just a sign of a switch, neither she nor her therapist knew for certain, but abating her headaches seemed to help avoid an identity shift. "...you spent years acting like I never existed. You...you and her..."

William flinched, the venom in his daughter's tone scathing. Though it wasn't the anger being directed at him that cut him as much as the way Alsie referred to Diana. Her. The emphasis placed on that one word spoke volumes. It was evident that Alsie placed so much more blame on Diana than on him, though both he and Spencer had tried to convince her otherwise.

"Elsie, we've been through this. Your mother...she couldn't help it that..." William rubbed his forehead, exasperated and wishing that Spencer was here. Though, he conceded quietly, it was better that Alsie's twin brother wasn't here. The first and last time Alsie had disparaged Diana in front of Spencer, the latter had immediately defended their mother.

The argument that had resulted still felt surreal now, just remembering it. It was the first real sibling argument between his children, and William caught himself imagining what it'd have been like if Spencer and Alsie had been raised together. So caught up in imagining a 'what might have been' scenario, William had failed to notice how serious the argument had escalated. It wasn't until Spencer had retorted the biting: 'don't you talk about my mother,' with emphasis on the word 'my', that either man had realized it'd gone too far.

Upon hearing it, Alsie had immediately blanched and gone silent, her eyes widened into saucers. The look on her face horrified and distraught, while betrayal and pain gleamed in her eyes. Then the way she had spoke afterwards, telling them to both get out in an uneasily quiet voice, had scared both him and Spencer. Enough that though they obeyed it and left the room, neither could leave the hospital.

Later that night Alsie was discovered trying to kill herself.

"...why hasn't Spencer brought her to see me. Or me to see her? Or even a call? Or letter? Or anything?" Alsie mumbled, her tone sounded accusatory at first but William detected the wobbliness of it as she continued. If that wasn't enough, the swallowed back sob she gave afterwards clinched it, and William's eyes widened.

"Elsie, it's all right. Ok? I'm sure it's just a matter of scheduling. Your mother loves you and..." William grabbed his daughter's hand, trying to reassure her. Instinctively he wanted to hug her like a father would, but he knew it would be disastrous. Especially now.

"But why...?" She whispered, squeezing his hand back. Tears fell silently from her eyes. "Spencer said he'd bring her...he promised. Why hasn't he?"

"I don't know." William admitted, growing annoyed as he thought of his son. He hadn't been there when Spencer made the promise, but he'd expected his son to follow through on it. Or at least tell one of them the reason why he couldn't. Even if Spencer didn't want to talk with William, he could still explain why to Alsie. If there was something wrong...if Diana had a bad reaction to finding out the truth, the least Spencer could do would be to explain it to Alsie. Or to Dr. Freeman if Spencer thought Alsie might take it badly.

Alsie, catching the bitter bite to William's tone, squeezed his hand tighter. Her thoughts drifting back to the question she'd asked herself constantly since finding out Jemma was alive. '...will I be a good mother? Will I...? Or will I hurt her?'

'Have I already hurt her?' Alsie bit down hard on her lip to keep from blurting that bit. Her heart jumped into her throat as she thought about Linnet and how he knew what name she and James had picked for Jemma. How he had named Jemma Jemma, rather than picking some other name. A more common one. 'Did I...? Ana...Emmie...did one of them...did they tell him...? Did...'

"Elsie? What is it? What's wrong?"

"...dad? Can...can you do something for me?" Alsie spoke, her voice shuddering. Her lips quivered as she gazed up at him, waiting a moment before shifting back down to the pile of photographs on the hospital bed. She picked one up, and handed it to William while mumbling her request.

Before he could reply, the hospital room door opened and in stepped Spencer.

0Quantico:

Cam waited quietly beside the round table, her heterochromatic eyes glancing at each of the BAU members as they entered and sat. She greeted each succinctly, with a small wave of her hand and head nod.

"Let's get started." Hotch shut the door as he entered, his own gaze taking in the team members present. Aside from him and Cam, there was Morgan, JJ, Tara Lewis, and Garcia sitting around the table, their expressions ranging from confused to curious. "Alsie's discharge is today, so Reid and Rossi won't be joining us."

"What's going on? Something tells me this isn't to plan a surprise party for Alsie and Jemma..." Garcia piped up, alert to the less than exuberant feeling to the meeting. She was one of the more confused of the group, since unlike the others she knew the meeting wasn't for a readied case, unless it was an emergency one that just cropped up.

"No." Hotch affirmed, addressing the group. "And this isn't an official case. Fitzgerald?" He turned to Cam, gesturing for her to speak.

"...Ok." Cam mumbled, swallowing almost unnoticeably while noting that the expressions of the rest of the BAU had grown concerned. Morgan, JJ, and Garcia each thought of the times during the years when Hotch had called such meetings. The redness around Cam's eyes increased the concern gnawing at them. "I...I know I was only ever a temporary member, and you don't have to help but..."

"It's all right, Fitzgerald, you can sit down." Hotch reassured the younger agent, continuing for her when it was obvious she was unable to herself. He turned his gaze to his team, making sure their attention was on him. "A few weeks ago, Greg Linnet asserted to Fitzgerald, that one of his victims was her mother. He had taken a locket with a photo of the woman and a young Fitzgerald as a trophy."

"...What?"

"My god..."

"Is there anything we can do?"

"Are we sure Linnet's telling the truth?"

"That's why I called this meeting. Fitzgerald has asked us to investigate Linnet's claim, and find out if there is any truth in it." Hotch explained while Cam sat down, looking more nervous than any of those present had ever witnessed her to be. "This isn't an official case, so it will have to be done on your own time, but..."

"I'm in. You don't even have to ask." Garcia chirped up.

"The only reason we were able to find Jemma was because of Fitzgerald bringing us the case leading to Linnet. So of course we'll help." JJ said, while Morgan and Tara Lewis nodded in agreement. Cam started to open her mouth to insist they didn't owe her, only for Morgan to head her off.

"We do owe you, and your old team, for helping to find Jemma." He insisted, understanding from what he knew about her personality what she was going to say.

"...thank you." Cam replied instead, feeling the sense of unity and family that the BAU team was known for, and what had both attracted her to the team but also made her anxious back when she first joined years ago.

"Where do we start? Re-interview Linnet?"

"That should be a priority, yes, to gauge if he is telling the truth or just trying to get under Fitzgerald's skin. But first, I think we should look more into the woman he identified as Fitzgerald's mother." Hotch spoke, opening up the folder Cam had brought to him earlier. "There wasn't time yet to make copies of all the information in the file. But the victim went by the name Violet Brant, according to what Linnet told Fitzgerald and what the original investigation team discovered."

"...it was a fake name." Cam piped up, growing more comfortable - partly due to feeling the BAU family vibe, and partly to being able to focus on the facts of the case. After her original team's fatal accident, she'd gone over their open cases. The connected homicides that eventually led to Linnet had been one her team leader had obsessed over, and so had she after his death. Enough that she knew all the victims names and details in the reports. "That much was discovered by those investigating at the time, but they weren't able to find out her real identity."

Hotch was about to continue where Cam left off, but was interrupted by his phone ringing.

He glanced at the display, reading the name and number which appeared. His eyes widened slightly. "Yes? What...? Yes...Yes...you're sure...? Yes." He listened for a few more moments before hanging up. Surprise lingering in his face.

"Hotch?"

"What is it? Is something wro...?"

"New Jersey police just found the body of a woman who'd gone missing from New York a little over two months ago." Hotch replied, continuing before his team could ask him to elaborate. "She had been raped and enucleated. Using an identical method to James'..."

"What...? But..."

"It has to be a copycat. Some fan who heard about the case." JJ replied, shaking her head in disbelief. And revulsion. Of all the criminals an unsub could copy, they had to choose James.

"Were we invited in?" Tara asked, while the others insisted they had to investigate either way. The victim being transported over stare lines gave them the authority to do so despite what the local law enforcement thought. Though if the copycat had only one victim, it'd be more difficult to get an okay.

"We were." Hotch pressed a few keys on his phone, dialing a number.

A/N: My plans for this fic have changed since I first started brainstorming for it before finishing part one (My Life Had Stood). Because of this it is taking a bit longer for me to write. (There're some major revelations that I plan on having happen.)