Title: A Most Dangerous Tribe

Author: FreeWrite

Disclaimer: I do not own the following shows or any characters related to them Criminal Minds, ER, The West Wing, NCIS: LA, Stargate: SG1 or The Librarians. I am having an absolute blast playing with them and I promise to earn no money while doing so.

Summary: "Behind every successful woman, is a tribe of other successful women that have her back." Unknown. Five successful women who had Emily Prentiss' back.

AN: I've been working on this on and off since finishing 'The Heroine' it started with Sam Carter and slowly grew from there… I love crossovers, the potential is limitless. You don't need to read them all but all five of the one shots are loosely connected and there are references from one to another. Finally I'm publishing this in the CM section simply because this site doesn't allow for 5 different fandoms in one story.

OMG... I wrote an Emily fic without babies... the sky is falling!

This story is complete and is a total of 5 chapters long.

Kerry Weaver - ER

"There is nothing I wouldn't do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves; it is not my nature ." Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

October 2002

Emily... Lauren... well both of them enjoyed Halloween... come as you aren't.

This particular year was not her best. Emily Prentiss was no where to be found, instead Lauren Reynolds was running around the world with Ian Doyle. Buying and selling weapons to fund the lavish lifestyle they both enjoyed. Despite being in the states she wouldn't get to celebrate.

This particularly chilly October 30th they were in Chicago of all places meeting with a seller who had claimed he could get his hands on SAM's. Neither Emily nor Ian had much hope that it could be true but they went anyway and found themselves in the middle of a completely unrelated gang war.

Most of their team walked away with nothing more that scrapes and bruises, Emily on the other hand had been in the wrong place when a stray bullet hit something and had pieces of shrapnel embedded in the back of her hip.

She was adamant is wasn't her ass... it was her hip.

"This is beyond me love..." Ian frowned as he eased her pants down and studied the wounds "There's crap all through here, you'll need stitches and I don't have any contacts here that could get you medical treatment."

"I know a Doc..." she sucked her breath through her nose trying to breathe through the pain "Drop me near County General..."

"The hospital?" Ian was skeptical, they avoided hospitals if at all possible.

"Yeah... they'll take care of me and you know... French passport, pay in cash... It'll be fine. Even if they call the cops I can spin a good enough story about a tourist being mugged." she really was in quite a bit of pain and lying through her teeth but Ian didn't need to know that.

15 Minutes later Liam pulled the car to a stop around the corner from County General's ER. She'd lost more blood than any of them liked and was quite woozy. Emily waited until the car was out of sight before slowly making her way into the ambulance bay. Once she was in sight of the ER doors she pulled out her cell phone and dialled a number from memory.

"Epsilon Pi 6362191... Nadine Voilé, Cook County General, Chicago. I'm in the ambulance bay and could really use a Doc." she whispered her vision starting to tunnel as she leaned against the wall one hand holding the phone to her ear the other holding a blood soaked shirt to her wounds.

"Acknowledged..." an emotionless voice echoed through "hold..." less than 30 seconds passed before the voice came back "medical assistance on it's way. Code phrase 'an old friend from home.'"

That was good, that meant there was someone on staff with enough clearance to protect her identity.

As the line went dead the doors opened and a very familiar face exited the doors and Emily felt a wave of relief wash over her as the woman leaned back inside the doors to yell something.

Deleting the call then dropping the phone into her pocket she thought about pushing off the wall and attempting to meet Kerry half way but it was taking everything she had to stay conscious.

Kerry Weaver had patched her up more often than either of them liked.

"An old friend from home my ass" Kerry took in the blood pooling at Emily's feet "What the hell have you done to yourself now?" she wrapped a deceptively strong arm around Emily's waist and somehow managed to hold the taller woman upright as a nurse ran towards them.

"Your ass? I've got shrapnel in mine!" Emily gritted out.

"Malik, get her into one of the trauma rooms. I don't care who you have to boot out."

"Hey Malik..." uh oh "I'm Nadine..." her eyes rolled back and she passed out.

"GO!" Kerry yelled as Malik scooped Emily into his arms and headed inside yelling for a gurney Kerry on his heels.

Within minutes they had Emily hooked up to an IV, various machines and her pants cut off while Kerry examined the still bleeding wounds.

"Shit..." there was more than one entry wound "Get surgical down here..."

"I'm here..." Elizabeth Corday pushed into the room having heard the ruckus from the other room "What have we got?"

"Female... early to mid thirties... shrapnel lodged in the gluteus medius... multiple entries, no exit" Kerry intoned as Elizabeth

"She's French..." Chuney pulled a passport from the inner pocket of the jacket they'd just pulled off her "Nadine Voilé" she continued going through the pockets eyes widening as she found the cash Ian had stuffed in her pocket to pay for the medical treatment.

"Make sure it's all logged correctly" Kerry's eyes flickered to the money knowing what it was for.

"And I believe it should be pronounced 'vhwahl'" Elizabeth corrected absentmindedly "French for veiled..."

"Tu parle Français?" (You speak French?) as raspy pain filled voice startled them.

Everyone's eyes shot to their patient, surprised to see her awake.

"Do I speak French?" Elizabeth repeated after taking a moment to work out what she was asked "I know enough to say hello and ask where the closest pub and the loo is... how's your english?"

"Hear ok… mal speak?" Emily managed to get out... in the heaviest French accent as she could manage in her condition.

"This could get awkward" Kerry played along, she hated lying to people about their patients. Luckily she didn't have to do it often, in fact the last time this had happened it had been Emily's fault as well. The agent had turned up at her front door with a dislocated shoulder and Carter getting home just as Kerry was relocating it was tough to explain.

"Well you're lucky" Elizabeth studied the x-ray "all soft tissue damage, no major arteries hit, doesn't look like any bone or ligament damage either. I'll take you upstairs clean you out and you'll be fine."

"Pas d'anesthésie..." (No anaesthetic) Emily demanded, who knew what she would say if they drugged her up too much.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand..."

"Rester éveillé" (Stay awake) she tried again slowly and watched as the surgeon tried to work out what she was saying... this would be so much easier if her fake identities fake identity wasn't French. She was going to punch Jeremy in the throat next time she saw him.

"Rester... stay... éveillé... awake?... You want to stay awake?"

"Oui!" Clyde was going to get a bullet in the foot... she'd asked for Spanish but no... Jeremy knew best. Bastards.

"You French... never trusting the Brits or Yanks..." Elizabeth ranted as she continued to check the wounds "We're only removing glass, wood and metal from your backside... it's not like we're fighting a war for you... again... which we won… you're welcome" she considered the wound and the x-ray again "You know what, we can do a spinal block and get everything out down here if you want... by then my shift will be over and I won't have to see Robert again till tomorrow... what do you think?"

Despite understanding every word the British surgeon said Emily stared at the woman uncomprehendingly.

"Rester éveillé?" (Stay awake) she repeated.

"Yes you can stay awake." Elizabeth turned to Chuney "Can you page anaesthesiology for me to do a spinal block?"

On the other side of the bed Kerry fought back a laugh... she'd been involved in some ridiculous things but this took the cake. An undercover CIA agent pretending to be a non-english speaking French woman while an oblivious Brit with limited French attempted to communicate. It was borderline farcical.

"Thank you for saving me from the ridiculous little troll I work for!"

Within 30 minutes Emily was happily numb from the ribs down, keeping herself occupied by profiling the staff while Kerry and the odd British Doctor pick shrapnel out of her ass... hip.

She caught the nurse who'd met her outside with Kerry giving her confused looks, but she'd seen Kerry drag him outside and she must have put the fear of herself into the young man because he hadn't said anything about her being able to speak english perfectly outside.

"Excusez-moi?" (Excuse me?") she waved Chuney over.

"Sorry honey" Chuney shrugged apologetically "I have perfect Spanish and no French"

Fuck Jeremy and Clyde…

"¿Español? Yo mas Español menos ingles" (Spanish? I more Spanish less English.)

"Yo vivo Hendaye… niña pequeña ... frontera Francia" (I live Hendaye… small girl... border France) Emily made up a story on the spot… her mother had taken her to Hendaye for a vacation when she was 13. If anyone checked they would find all the residents conversing in French and Spanish.

Chuney quickly explained to the doctors what Emily had told her.

"Yo tomo?" (I drink?) Emily asked.

"Ice chips ok Dr Corday?" Chuney smiled at the relieved look at finally being understood, receiving an affirmative from the surgeon Chuney fetched a small cup and slipped a few into the grateful Emily's mouth.

Emily discovered quite quickly that the two doctors working on her were higher up on the food chain. There was a constant stream of younger men and women in and out asking for advise or direction and without breaking their stride in treating her they answered quickly, concisely and took the opportunity to teach at the same time.

She was going to cuss Kerry out something fierce when they were alone for using her ass as a teaching case.

Elizabeth held up what looked suspiciously like a bullet fragment "Nadine, can you tell Chuney what happened to you?"

"Perdí ... mira ... uh en tren ... haz un seguimiento ... ruido fuerte ... dolor de sangre, doctor de vuelta, vengo"

It took Chuney a moment to turn the purposefully bad Spanish… Elizabeth Prentiss would have a conniption if she heard her daughter speaking like that… into a comprehensible sentence.

"She got lost and was looking for the L, she heard a loud noise and then it hurt and she was bleeding. She remembered seeing the hospital sign and came back here for help."

"So what's a nice French girl like you doing in Chicago?" Kerry asked

"Abuelos viejos ... Corro Bodega pronto ... veo el mundo primero"

"She wanted to see the world before taking over her grandparents winery." Chuney smiled.

"Hacemos Cahors rojo. Envío una botella"

"She's going to send us a bottle of their Cahors Red."

Elizabeth's eyes lit up, she loved a good specialty wine. Kerry eyed her suspiciously, it wasn't nice to promise a good bottle of wine and not be able to deliver. Knowing Emily though... they were going to get a case of very good, very rare red wine in the near future.

It was another hour and a half before the final sliver of glass was picked out and the medical students had finished sticking her up.

From there they moved her into one of the curtained area's to wait for the spinal block to wear off which is when Tsia tracked her down to make sure she was ok. A hushed conversation in French resulted in the DCRI Agent leaving her in the hospital to sleep off the anaesthetic and make her way back to Doyle when she could.

She didn't sleep much, instead getting a front row view to the chaos of an inner city ER. Watching Kerry with the rest of the staff was absolutely hilarious. They had no idea who she really was... how strong, dedicated and truly loyal she was under the hard arsed bitchy facade.

Their loss.

She managed to get her cell and sent Ian a quick text assuring him she was fine and would call for a pick up when she was released.

Just before day shift started she picked an argument with a blond doctor... the Spanish broken but understandable on both sides... signed herself out AMA and handed all the cash she had over to the desk clerk.

She knew if it wasn't enough the Agency would take care of it. Some big wig would make an anonymous donation and County General would never have treated Nadine Voilé.

Once outside and out of sight of the doors she called Ian for a pick up and they went on their way.

3 months later Kerry was making her way through the ER and found Chuney and Malik staring wide eyed into a box. Seeing the Chief Chuney lifted something out and showed her a bottle of very rare and very good red wine from a small winery near Toulouse.