So I decided to try my hand at some Hotch/Prentiss writing again. Then I decided I wanted to write a case. So I came up with this. This story takes place sometime during season seven, but I'm not really sure where. If you NEED to know, you can pretend it was after "Hope". I think Jack's age is right, or maybe it's eight.

Disclaimer: I don't own CM :(

"What happened?" Was the first question that came to mind. Emily laid perfectly still, not daring to move. She could feed the draw string around her neck. Very little light crept through whatever was over her head. She could barely make out threads, so she concluded it was some kind of sack. A hole had been cut out near her nose and was taped to her face. She decided the reason for that was to keep her from seeing.

"Think, Prentiss," She thought, trying to decided what to do. A twitch of her legs and arms revealed that both were tied together. She knew better than to move though; Whoever had her was obviously waiting on her to wake up. Emily inwardly sighed as she remembered what had happened:

"Hey there buddy," Emily smiled as she opened the door, greeted by the black cat that leapt onto the table. "Easy there," She laughed, catching the vase he knocked over. "You must be hungry, I'm running a little late…and I am talking to a cat." She rolled her eyes, dropping her bag in her room before going into the kitchen. She pulled down his food and filled his bowl, earning a pleased meow.

"I have to go get ready. Behave yourself," She scratched between his ears before returning to her bedroom. She was meeting with someone soon and needed to get ready, or she would be late. Just as she entered her bedroom, she heard the front door creak. Her hand instinctively dropped to her gun, but that was inside her bag. Before she could reach it, a dark figure grabbed her from behind- After that, nothing.

"You'd think I'd remember to keep it on," She chided herself. Would she ever learn? "Hotch," Was the second thing that she really focused on. She had a chance now. She had been planning to go over to Hotch's and eat with him and Jack, like she usually did. Despite Strauss' complaining and attempts of sabotage, the two had been going out for nearly half a year.

Emily relaxed a bit, knowing Hotch had been expecting her. That was her life line. She knew he would become alarmed and come looking for her, especially after the whole Doyle incident. Her team just happened to be her best friends. And her best friends just happened to be a team of the best profilers the BAU could find. And now her life was in that team's hands; in the hands of her friends and family.
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"Daddy, what's wrong?" The seven year old frowned at his father, who was pacing. "Why isn't Emmy here?"

"I don't know Jack," He sighed, dialing her number for the tenth time. "She isn't answering her cell phone either."

"Can we go get her?" The little boy sighed in concern for the woman. She had become like his mother. He was distraught when she had "died," and didn't want to lose her again.

"I think we should go check it out….Hey, Morgan," He said as he dialed the other man's number.

"Hey Hotch, what's up?" Some movie played in the background, then went silent after a few moments.

"Can you meet me at Emily's apartment?" He lived very close to her.

"Yeah, sure. What's up man?" Morgan frowned.

"I'm not sure yet. She was supposed to come over for dinner nearly an hour ago."

"Have you tried calling?"

Hotch heard the man's truck start in the background. "Yeah, Ten times."

"Uh oh. Should I call everyone else?"

"No, not yet. No need to panick anyone," He said as he grabbed his keys, motioning for Jack to come on.

"Alright. I'll see you there."

Hotch pulled into the parking lot right behind Morgan. Jack sat in the front seat, his arms crossed and his forehead creased in concern. They got out, going to stand beside Morgan.

"Let's go. Jack, stay behind us." Hotch ordered his son.

"Alright," He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans, watching the two men creep up the stairs.

When they arrived at Emily's door, Hotch knocked hard, then waited. Nothing came from inside, so he knocked again. "Emily?"

"Prentiss, you in there?" Morgan called. Sergio let out a mournful meow, but no other sound was heard.

"Damn," Hotch frowned as he tried to door knob; it turned with ease. He pulled out his gun, Morgan following suit.

"Jack, stay right there and DO NOT move."

"Ok." He went to stand against the wall, eyes wide.

Morgan cursed as they entered the apartment; Bloody paw prints covered the hallway leading to Prentiss' bedroom. Blood was smeared on the wall near her bed and little drops covered the floor. Emily bag was dumped upside down, her gun near the wall. Sergio meowed again, looking around for his owner.

"We need to call everyone, now."

"Alright." Morgan had never heard the man sound more distraught, not even when Haley had died.

"I'm going to drop Jack off at Jessica's."

"See if she'll watch Henry. JJ won't be able too."

"I keep forgetting Will finally moved out."

"Ass hole," Morgan grumbled. Not only had he cheated on JJ, he had demanded to keep living there. Morgan had had a talk with him, then he decided it was time to go. "Poor kid. Henry doesn't really understand."

"Alright…Hey, Jessica. I know it's kind of last minute, but can you watch Jack and Henry?...Yeah, JJ's little boy. No, they haven't ate, or at least Jack hasn't. Yeah, they get along. Thanks." He hung up, walking into the hallway. "Jack?"

"Where's Emily?"

"We are going to drop you off at Jessica's," He avoided the question. "Henry is going to spend the night with you."

"Dad, where is Emmy at?" He asked again.

"I don't know. But we are going to find her."
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"I have good news and bad news," Garcia announced as she entered the conference room, looking as frazzled as the rest of them. Hotch was pacing relentlessy on the far side of the room, Rossi's eyes following him. JJ was pouring over the lists of people that might have had a bone to pick with Emily. Reid was studying the pictures of the room and the mess, trying to make some sort of sense out of it. Morgan was going over the phone records that Garcia kept sending him, trying to pick out matching numbers.

"What is it?" Hotch spun around, looking far more serious than usual.

"The blood test came back."

"And?" JJ propped herself up on her elbow, leaning forward.

"It's not Emily's."

"Bad news then?"

"It's no one in our data bases. The guy doesn't have a criminal record."

"At least it's not Emily's. I think I might've figured out how it go there," Spencer commented, striding across the room with several pictures. "See how the vase is shattered in a circle? I think she might have cracked it over the guy's head, then shoved him. The blood splatter would comply with that theory too."

"I wouldn't doubt it. Prentiss is a fighter," Rossi commented.

"Other than that, we really don't have anything to go on."

"Except a bloody footprint," Reid suddenly commented. "Look," He pointed to one picture. "On the edge of the rug. We need to get back over there."

"What if she…"

"Don't Hotch. You'll just torture yourself," Rossi cut him off.

"I know," He took a deep breath. Could they find her in time?

This was going to be a one shot, but I think it is going to be a few chapters long. Probably four or five. Let me know what you think. I'll post chapter 2 soon