Losing Hope

"I'm home!" Emily Prentiss entered her condo, a little later than usual Damn paperwork. She was surprised to have not received her usual greeting. "Hope!"

Usually, when she arrived home, her beautiful three year old daughter would come running straight into her arms. "Hope, where are you honey?"

Walking into her little girls room, she glanced around searching for her baby. Where is she? And where's Alice?

She frantically raced around the rest of her apartment, starting to get worried. "Hope!, Alice!"

"If you're playing a game sweetie, you need to come out now, coz mommy's getting kinda scared" Oh please be playing a game, please be playing a game.

"Hope!" Something's wrong, even if Hope was playing, Alice would have said something by now.

"HOPE! ALICE!" Maybe they're at the park. No. Alice wouldn't take her to the park this late.

Emily came back into her daughters room, she quickly pulled her cell out of her bag and dialled the first number that came to mind "Hotchner."

"Hotch, it's me, I… I…" Tears were now present in the terrified agents eyes, as she tried to think of what to say.

Hotch could hear the anxiety and fear in his subordinates voice. "Prentiss? What is it, what's wrong?"

"It's Hope, she's gone. I just got home and she's not here. Alice, my babysitters not here either. I don't know where she is Hotch. Alice wouldn't have taken her out this late. She wouldn't. I know she wouldn't. I don't know what to do." Liquid was now streaming down her cheeks as she blurted out what was going on, still desperately searching her daughter's room.

"I'll be right over, just…" Hotch's sentence was cut off abruptly by a deafening scream on the other end of the line. "Prentiss!"

Emily couldn't drag her eyes away from the horrendous scene before her. She dropped her cell as she fell into a state of shock, unable to take in anything other than what she had found in her daughters closet. She cried out, as she snapped herself out of her trance. Still feeling dizzy, she reached for the phone. "Hotch…"

"Emily, are you okay. What happened? Why did you scream?"

"Alice is dead," she choked out, still not removing her gaze from Alice.

"Hope?"

"She's not here. Someone's taken her, they must have," she answered through her sobs.

"Emily, I'm in my car right now. I'll be there as soon as I can, just stay put okay." He sighed loudly. "I'll call the rest of the team and I promise none of us will rest until we've found her."

"Okay," She replied faintly, flipping her cell shut. The broken agent curled up on the floor as she now silently cried to herself. She forced her eyes shut, as millions of questions flooded through her mind. Why would someone take Hope? Who had her? What was going to happen to her? What had already happened to her? Why would they kill Alice? How long would it take to find her baby?

Emily Prentiss knew the statistics on child abductions, ninety-nine percent killed within the first 24 hours.

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