Don't Ever Look Back
"FBI!" Derek Morgan shouted, after he kicked down the door of the home of their UNSUB, Robert Jameson, who had kidnapped and tortured a total of 23 innocent housewives to death and would leave their bodies by their home for their family to discover.
The time of the season was winter and the team had been in their vehicles for the last hour making sure that their UNSUB was indeed inside of his home and not some neighbor checking up on his home. Prentiss was partnered up with Morgan and both of them were now walking through the house, while Hotch and Rossi came in through the back door.
What they weren't expecting was Jameson expecting them. He snuck out through the guest bedroom window, climbed down the side of his home and as quietly as possible left his property.
After they cleared the house, Prentiss quickly told her coworkers what she found in one of the guest bedrooms and they all concluded the same thing… Jameson had planned his escape and was now on the run.
"Prentiss, Morgan I want you two and Reid to try and find a set of tracks and alert the DC police Department so that they can get the Dogs after his scent" Hotch ordered, "Rossi and I will warn all neighboring homes to lock their doors and to alert the local police If they see Jameson"
After they all left the home, Morgan called the young genius over, explained the plan and all three went separate ways to try and find any tracks that would tell them where he was heading. Prentiss had luckily found the opened guest window and saw the set of tracks that were heading east from the house. What she wasn't expecting was a quick blow to the back of the head and within seconds darkness took over her.
Jameson had made a set of tracks that he knew would have thrown off any of the agents and was hiding in the tool shed, where he saw Emily Prentiss looking at the set of tracks and just by the way she was starring at them, he knew that she wasn't going to fall for it and took action. Grabbing a gardening tool, he slowly crept out of the shed, without making the door creek, walked into Prentiss's tracks that she had left on the snow, raised his hand and hit the back of her head as hard as her could and caught her before she could hit to icy snowy ground. Jameson threw her over his shoulder, ran into the same old tracks that he had made and soon reached the small forest where he knew where many tracks laid and he just ran into the already made boot prints and continued his journey through the woods. But the one mistake he had made was that he had dropped the tool, which had some of Prentiss blood on it.
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"Hey kid, I think you better come and see this" Morgan called out.
"Did you find Prentiss?" he asked.
"No… but I think I know where she is" he pointed at the bloody gardening tool, grabbed out his phone and speed dialed Hotch's cell. "Hotch… He's got Prentiss"
"Gather the police and the dogs, get them to catch Emily's scent and accompany them, you and Reid" was all he said before hanging up on his subordinate.
"What did he say?" Reid asked.
"Get the police and the dogs the catch Emily's scent and we follow them until we find that bastard or…"
"Until the dogs can't find any of her scent anymore" he finished his friend's sentence with a grim look on his face.
Somewhere else in the neighborhood, Hotch had just hang up on Derek Morgan and immediately contacted the one person that he knew would do whatever it took to find one of their own.
"Goddess of all knowing and sexiness, how may pleasure thee?" Penelope Garcia answered, in her usual spunky, chirpyness.
"Garcia…" Hotch said in a very serious tone.
"Something's wrong sir, are you guys alright?" she quickly asked, in a very worried tone.
"I need you to try and see if you can locate Prentiss's Phone and tell us where she is"
"What happened, to my raven warrior!"
"Jameson has her and we don't know where they are headed or are located at the moment"
"Say no more sir, I'm already searching… it says that her phone is at the evil man's address…"
"She must have left her phone in the SUV" Rossi concluded.
"I'm sorry sir" She really sounded down now.
"You did everything in your computer powers Garcia, we'll just have to do it the old fashion way. We'll keep you updated" he told her before hanging up and getting into the SUV again, with David Rossi.
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As the sun was almost gone, the night was getting even colder, as the temperature was hitting in the negative double digits. Jameson was now getting tired of carrying the unconscious agent and automatically dropped her down a snowy hill and continued his journey alone through the forest, where he knew an abandoned vehicle was waiting for him. Within minutes, the winds started to pick up and pretty soon a small snow storm was starting, but this wasn't going to stop, not when he was getting really close to his destination. But what he wasn't expecting was the sound of dogs barking and then he was tackled by an unknown subject, who turned out to be Agent Derek Morgan.
"Robert Jameson, you're under arrest for the murder of 23 housewives in you neighborhood and for the kidnapping of federal agent Emily Prentiss" he then continued to read him his rights, while Spencer Reid saw no signs of Emily being near by, this was also due to the fact that the snow storm was now starting to get even worse as the minutes went by.
"Kid, we have to get out of here, before we get caught and stuck in the snow storm!" he had to shout over the loud wind.
"What about Emily, we can't just let her here to freeze to death, especially if she's unconscious out here!"
"The storm is getting too bad for any of us to even see a foot in front of us; we'll come back when it clears up. I promise man, but right now we have to get to safety"
As both agents reluctantly left the area, Emily Prentiss was just starting to wake up, but was utterly confused to where she was. She remembered something really hard hitting her in the back of the head and then nothing. She then saw that not only was she caught in the middle of a soon to be deadly snow storm, but the fact that she had no idea of where she was at the moment wouldn't help her find shelter.
She forced herself up onto her feet, but quickly fell back onto the snowy ground, when a huge wave of dizziness kicked in, making her lose her balance. Emily then fought it and slowly climbed up the hill and then collapsed in total exhaustion. She knew she had to get to a hospital, because she knew that she had a serious concussion and that the cold was making her weaker by the minute. Prentiss then saw dents in the pure white snow and knew that someone had pass through here and that she had to move quickly, before the tracks disappeared for good, leaving her stuck in the soon to be blizzard storm.
After what felt like forever, when in fact she had only been in the storm for almost two hours, Emily Prentiss found an old phone booth and dialed 9-1-1, before letting herself fell onto the ice cold ground.
"911, what's your emergency?"
"Concussion… disoriented… freaking freezing…" she could barely make out a proper sentence.
"Miss, do you know where you are?" the operator asked, while she ran a program to locate where the call was coming from.
"Near…Route 05…" were the last words she spoke before passing out, from total exhaustion.
"Miss, I've just located your coordinates and we're sending the EMT's to your location… Miss?"
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Has the EMT's were exiting Route 05, there they saw through the violent winds, an unconscious person, laying near the phone booth and the driver quickly pulled over and rushed to her.
"Miss, can you hear me, Can you tell me your name?", when he didn't receive a response from her, he and his partner looked through every pocket and found nothing to ID her. "Jerry, you got the heated blanket near the stretcher?"
"Yeah, everything's ready Jim" he told his partner as they loaded her onto the gurney, strapped her in, but not before they wrapped her in the heated blanket, loaded her into the ambulance and within 60 seconds they were now driving towards the general hospital.
