#3 Make them stop

Kathy looked at the gun in her hands and the people standing in front of her. Twenty people, all blindfolded and all beaten up. She couldn't help herself from enjoying every minute off it. No, Kath never managed to fit in but she had never been bullied like she had at this school. After three years, filled with bullying, she thought she could better end it. Forever. Never would she have to endure the beatings again.
"Was it still worth it to you?" she asked them, but she didn't get a reply from anyone. "I asked you, was it still worth it?" Still no answer. The barrel of the gun was placed next to Andy"s head.
"I asked you if it was worth it." Her voice wasn't louder as a whisper, but everybody in the room understood her.
"It wasn't," the oldest boy whispered, scared to death. "It wasn't at all." A tear rolled down his cheek.

The BAU had just joined the local police and Aaron Hotchner was giving the locals a lesson in talking with an UnSub. It may be safer to send in one of his, but they had to send in some of the locals too, just in case things would end up bad and somebody had to take over. They had set up a way to contact the person keeping the class hostage. Nobody knew who it was, but they thought it was an ex-student. Spencer Reid sat at the phone, ready to try and call their quite known, UnSub. They would contact him or her through one of the pupils cell phones, which were all switched on. He only had to wait for a sign of Hotch to make the call. The phone would be on speaker the hole time.
"Okay Reid, you can call," Aaron said as he walked over to his team. "You've done this before." He nodded, formed the number and called.
"Hello," the sweet voice that belonged to a girl answered. There was fear in her voice, that was audible.
"Hello, this is Spencer Reid, I'm with the BAU. Could you please talk to the one keeping you hostage for us? Or give that person the phone?"
"You are talking to her." The team glanced at each other with surprise clear in their eyes. They hadn't expected that their UnSub would be so young, or a woman. They hadn't been able to make a profile yet, or at least not a full one, but this wouldn't have been in the profile anyway.
"What? Expecting somebody else?"They heard her laugh. "Hi, this is the BAU, right? Unit four? The ViCap thing? Is my niece there? Emily Prentiss." Everybody looked over at Emily, shock clearly visible in her eyes. Aaron nodded, a sign that she could answer. Reid passed her the phone.
"I'm here, Kathy," she said, her voice sounding quite steady, even though she was shocked she could do this. Kathy, off all people in the world, Kathy. Her sweet, young niece.
"Hello, Emy. How are you doing? I'm quite enjoying myself over here. They never thought I could do this, you know. They always bullied me, hurt me and now, I can have my revenge. My parents aren't even here. They don't care about me. Always telling me stop complaining. That there are people that have worse problems. Blah, blah, blah."
"You don't have to do this, Kathy. You haven't killed anyone yet. You can get out of prison soon, you can get help."
"Oh, don't you try that profiling crap on me!" she yelled. "I have to kill those people! I have to get my own, bittersweet revenge."
"No, you don't have to kill those people," Emily said in the nicest way she could imagine. If she could only bring up the young version of her niece, it would help. The young version would be easier to work with. Carefully covering the part of the horn, she informed the team about her nieces condition. About her DID. She informed them about her plan and then, started to speak to her again. Trying force the evil version of her niece to back off and let the young one take her place. It took her quite a while, but it worked.

Kathy felt panic running through her veins as the dominant, strong person changed to the young one. They were both so different, they even had different names; Kathy, the aggressive person and Lilly, the younger one. As they switched places, the gun started trembling in her hands.
"Em? Emy?" she whispered, letting the tears float from her eyes. "I'm scared, Emy. What did I do to these poor people? What did I do? Was it me who hurt them?"
"Yes, you did, but you can make it up to them, I promise. Just let them out of the classroom, drop the gun and come out. We'll help you find help. Just come out"
"Kathy will be angry with me," she said, her voice sounding weak. "I don't want her to be angry, she makes me hurt myself when she's angry."
"She won't be angry, I promise. Do you want me to go in?"
"I would love that Em. Please, help me."

The team looked at Emily with a strange expression on their face.
"You are not going in there," Hotch said, looking at her angrily. "You don't know what she's capable off."
"Yes, I do, Hotch. At this moment, she's Lilly again, she's young, weak. I can talk her out of this, she doesn't trust anyone else." Emily took her gun from the table, putting on a bulletproof vest. "I don't care what you think, but I'm going to help my niece." She rushed out, walking through the police, lined up in front of the school. A couple more agents were surrounding one of the doors. They didn't allow her through before she showed them her badge. After that, she could easily walk through, after forcing them to leave their post.
"I'm unarmed Lilly. I'm here to help you," she said, putting down her gun. "Give me your gun, please." The girl was scared to death, but still aiming on the heads of the people in front of her.
"But they have to pay for the bullying," she cried, gun trembling.
"You coward!" the oldest boy screamed. "If you are going to shoot us, just shoot." This was the last stressor she needed. In a split second, Kathy was back and the gun was fired. The boy's body fell down and his eyes closed. The girls in the room screamed and shot him an angry look.
A little bit panicked, Emily grabbed her gun and aimed at her niece. It felt wrong, completely wrong. She wasn't sure if she could shoot her niece if she really had to. Maybe she could. Another person stood up, suddenly not afraid anymore. It was a young girl, maybe fifteen. She didn't really look like a bully to her.
"I just want to tell you, that I'm sorry," she said, calm. "I'm sorry I bullied you. It wasn't really cool. I was just scared you know? I was the new one and if I would bully you, I would fit in for once. Just once. I'm really sorry you had to go through this, I really am. If you really want, you can shoot me. I'm a horrible person. I deserve to be punished."She spread her arms as if she was an angel and cried as the bullets pierced through her heart, but she wasn't death. She still had a heartbeat. This seemed to trigger Lilly to come back up. She shot forward towards the young, dying girl and took her body in her hands.
"I'm so sorry," she cried. "You were nice to me when others weren't looking, and I shot you!" Hearing her cry was almost impossible to bear for Emily, but she stayed strong. She saw how Lilly held the girls hand really tight and asked her to squeeze. Just to keep squeezing. At a certain point, the squeezing stopped and the girl was death.
"I'm sorry," was all Lilly whispered to Emily before she gave her a hug, hugged her really, really tight and took the gun in her hands. A tear drizzled down her cheek as she pulled the trigger. Blood splattered across the room. A few girls screamed and then it went silent. Completely silent. All you could here was quiet sobbing and Lilly's breath that got more uneven and uneven.
"I'm sorry I couldn't help you," Emily whispered and pressed a butterfly kiss on her forehead.
"You have," the girl whispered with her last breath. Filled with grief and guilt, she closed her niece's eyes. She couldn't go away, she just couldn't.

Emily helped carry her coffin at her funeral, this was the least she could do. Everybody cried, including her. Nobody of the team was there at the funeral, as she has asked. Or at least she thought they weren't there. They sat in a car watching their teammate break to little pieces. It was hard to watch, but they couldn't do anything else.
'I wish we could do more," JJ said softly.
"Emily's a strong woman, she can cope with the loss," Morgan said. "I hope she can."