This story will not contain anything that could not be put on the show. There will be no sexual assault of any kind; I will never write anything like that.

As always, I just own my ideas.

BAU; 11:30 PM

The office was practically empty by the time Emily headed towards her car. It had been a strenuous week in Los Angeles followed by a large pile of paperwork so she was looking forward to a long, undisturbed sleep. Emily stopped to pull out her keys, grumbling in frustration when she fumbled them and the skidded across the pavement. Her footsteps echoed in in the eerily quite lot as she approached the spot where her keys had landed. The figure lurking in the shadows behind her car chose this moment to lunge at her crouching form. Emily barely had time to turn her head before the butt of his gun smashed into her temple, plunging her into a brief unconsciousness.

When Emily awoke, she found herself in the back of her car. Her hands and feet were tightly bound with thick rope and a dusty rag had been wedged into her mouth. There was a warm trickle of blood dripping down her left cheek. She moaned softly as the motion of the car jostled her throbbing head.

"Good, you're awake," said a gravelly voice. Emily looked up, her stubborn glare locking with the dark green eyes of the man in her car's front seat. She was met with an unsettling smile. Not only did the man look comfortable, but almost excited. Emily tried to start profiling him. Clearly a narcissist; he had knowingly abducted a federal officer right in front of FBI headquarters. This would have needed to be thought out, so he was intelligent and organized.

Emily's thoughts were cut short when the man made a sharp turn, causing her head to collide with the door. She had to squeeze her eyes shut and concentrated on her breathing in an attempt keep the contents of her stomach calm.

When she opened her eyes, she found the man looking back at her again. He spoke, his taunting tone sending an involuntary shutter through Emily's entire body. "I've been waiting a long time for this Emily." His eyes glinted in anticipation causing more bile to rise into Emily's throat. She stared up at the ceiling, silently praying that the team would figure out she was missing.

BAU; Midnight

Hotch looked up from his report as Emily finally pulled on her coat and walked through the glass doors. He could hear the faint ding of the elevator in the otherwise silent office. Sighing, he returned to his work. Twenty minutes later, when he was finally finished, Hotch walked through the now deserted parking lot. The light from the building reflected off something on the ground and caught Hotch's eye. He bent down to retrieve it.

It was a phone. He flipped it over and pushed the off button. It lit up and a picture of Emily's cat, Sergio, filled the screen.

Hotch pulled out his phone, punching in Rossi's number. Rossi's exasperated voice answered after the third ring, "I swear to God Hotch, if the next words out of your mouth aren't-"

"Something's happened to Prentiss."

"Well I was going to say 'I've got beer' but-"

"I just found her phone in the parking lot." Hotch's statement was greeted with a moment of stunned silence while Rossi gathered his thoughts. "I'm not going to call anyone yet, she might have just dropped it but we need to look at the security tapes. I'll call her home phone; she should be back by now." Hotch's voice remained stoic as always, though Rossi knew not to trust that. After all, Hotch had called him just to say nothing was wrong.

"I'm sure Garcia is still up. I'll get her to check the tapes," Rossi responded. There was no reason to panic. Hotch was probably just stepping into his roll of overprotective team leader. Once Garcia didn't find anything unusual, he could go back to bed.

Hotch, however, felt only increasing unease when his call to Emily's house went unanswered. He inhaled deeply, allowing the cool night air to fill his lungs, and began to pace. A small dark stain on the pavement a few feet from where he had found Prentiss' cell grabbed his attention. Hotch bent down to examine it with the light from his phone. It was hard to tell in the minimal lighting, but the stain definitely had a rusty tint.

Finally, Rossi's number appeared in the screen and Hotch answered. "Garcia couldn't get a good image, epically without the BAU equipment, but someone attacked her and drove off in her car." Rossi reported. Hotch felt his hand grip the phone tighter in frustration.

"And there's blood on the pavement. We've got to call the team; Agent Prentiss has been taken by an unsub."

I hope you like it so far! This is my first Criminal Minds story, so please let me know what you think.