A/N: This is my first M/P fic. It was inspired my the song "She Will Be Loved" by Maroon 5. So tell me what you think! Italics are flashbacks.

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds. Sad, right?

Emily Prentiss sat at her desk in the BAU Bull Pen finishing up her case files.

It was 10:00 p.m. and almost everyone else had gone home for the night. The only people left were her, Morgan, and Hotch but everyone knew Hotch rarely ever left anyways.

Morgan wanted to go home, but he couldn't bring himself to go. He was worried about Emily. Ever since her boyfriend had moved in with her she had been acting strange.

It wasn't just the fact that she seemed more on edge that worried him either. She had also started wearing more conservative clothes and would always stay at the BAU late hours. He figured it was because she didn't want to be at home.

Normally he wouldn't make accusations about a guy he had never even met, but when Emily came into the BAU one morning with a black eye stating that she ran into something he knew his assumption was correct.

And once he knew he was right, he was pissed off. He didn't want to say anything to Emily about it. She would probably just tell him to fuck off.

He needed to figure out what to do.

The next day when Morgan walked into the BAU he saw Emily already sitting at her desk working away.

He shook his head to himself. He knew why she was already there.

He couldn't help the tinge he felt in his heart when he saw the sad look on her face. He had never seen Emily so sad.

She was always so confident and sure of herself. She was always the one to crack jokes when the team needed cheering up.

Now she needed the cheering up. And who was helping her? No one.

Morgan couldn't just sit there and watch her anymore. He got up and sat on the edge of her desk. He didn't miss the small jump of fear that she did when she noticed him, but he pretended he didn't see it. He didn't want to embarrass her.

She looked up at him and gave him a small, sad smile then returned to her work. He spoke softly as if he was speaking to a small child.

"Hey, Princess."

She looked at him again. "Hi, Derek."

He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't stand seeing her so sad. He wondered when his feelings for her had changed. They had always been best friends. But now, looking at her so sad, he knew he wanted to be the one guy that could make everything better.

"Do you want to talk about it, Em?"

"Talk about what?" He could see the fear in her eyes.

"Him." was all he could say. He didn't want to push her too hard if she wasn't ready.

"There's nothing to talk about, Derek."

She went back to her work. Compartmentalizing everything back into their little boxes showing no emotion.

"Emily, I'm here if you need me." he sighed. "When you're ready, please talk to me."

He got up and walked to the break room. He hoped she understood that he meant what he said.

When Emily saw Morgan go into the break room she put her head down on her desk. How could he know? Had he really been that observant towards her? Had anyone else been able to tell? Her mind flashed back to the night before.

Emily pulled up in the driveway to her apartment building. Trent was still awake. She could see the lights in the living room still on through the window. She was in deep shit.

She debated on leaving. Sending him a text that said she had to go on a case and just sleeping at the office, but she couldn't. She knew he had already seen her pull up.

Whenever he waited up for her he would watch through the window until he saw her car. Then he would see how long it took her to get upstairs to the room. If she took too long he accused her of trying to avoid him (which she was, but he didn't need to know that) and that would just make him madder.

She walked up to the apartment door, number 223. Slowly she turned the key in the lock and opened the door. She tried to hide the fear on her face.

Trent walked up to her. At first he was nice, like he usually was.

"Hey, baby. What took you so long."

"I had to stay late working on case files. We've been really busy lately."

She didn't let him know she was lying.

"Well I missed you."

He moved in to kiss her and she pulled back slightly. She immediately knew that she had made a big mistake.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He screamed in her face.

"Nothing, it's nothing." she tried to recover quickly. "I'm just tired. We can continue."

"No!" He screamed more. This time he grabbed her by the arms and pushed her against the door hard. "We won't continue anything unless I say we will. Do you understand that?"

"Y-yes." She stammered quietly. Oh god.

"Speak up, bitch!" he yelled. "I though you fought criminals? Why are you such a wimp? How about I knock some fucking sense into you!"

He swung a hard fist into Emily's gut. She coughed and slid to the floor, tears running down her face.

"You're lucky I'm tired. Don't even think about coming to bed tonight." he then stormed into the bedroom and slammed the door.

Emily got up slowly and drug herself to the couch. She collapsed there and curled into a small ball. He was right, she was lucky. Usually the beatings were way worse.

That night, Emily Prentiss cried herself to sleep.

She was knocked out of her thoughts when she heard Morgan's voice talking to Reid. She guessed he had just came in. She felt like a wreck and she was on the verge of tears.

She got up, walked to the bathroom, and locked the door. At least there she could cry in peace.

To Be Continued..

A/N: Well, tell me what you think. Should I keep going?