Hello! I wanted to start by thanking everyone who reviewed, favorited, and followed this story. I really appreciate it when you take the time to leave a review, it truly means a lot. I would love to hear from all of you! Here's a nice long chapter for you to start your weekend with, and you get to meet my OCs!

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Morgan pulled the black SUV over to the side of the street and parked. Emily got out of the car and walked over to the sidewalk to join Derek.

"Is this the right place?" Morgan kept staring up at the building in front of them.

Emily checked the address on her phone and nodded, "maybe it's better inside?" she suggested.

But walking into the old building proved them otherwise. The lobby to the apartment was small and dark. Paint was peeling from the wall and there was an odor that neither of them could place.

"Room 432," Emily read from her phone.

The elevator held an out of order sign so they found the stairs and began the ascent. The space was narrow, requiring them to walk single file and Morgan had to press himself against the wall when someone came running down.

"This is worse than my first apartment in college," Morgan muttered as they arrived to the fourth floor and stepped into the hall. The two of them followed the numbers on the doors as they increased. There were two men near the end of the hall talking in loud whispers. When they spotted Emily and Derek the taller man pushed the shorter and then hurried down the hall past them.

Emily shot Derek and look when they stopped in front of the door marked 432. Morgan tried the door but a deadbolt held it shut.

"Try knocking, her partner might be here already," Emily suggested.

The thud of Morgan's knock shook the door. When nobody came, Emily and Derek stood there for another five minutes.

"I could kick it down," Morgan said, already sizing up the door.

"Not unless you want to pay for another one," a voice came from the end of the hall.

A man was walking toward them. He was tall with fair skin and light brown hair. His high cheekbones defined his vibrantly blue eyes. He was well built with wide shoulders that his button up shirt clung to. When he addressed them his voice was friendly, but his face stricken.

"I'm Detective Roberts, but you can call me Yanik. I take it you're the FBI agents?" He put out his hand that both Emily and Derek took.

"Yanik Roberts?" Emily raised her eyebrows.

"My mom's Russian and my dad's American," he explained as though he had been doing it all his life.

"I'm SSA Morgan, this is SSA Prentiss," Morgan said.

"Emily," she said, and then glanced over at Morgan.

"Derek," he added.

"Well, should we go in? This might help." He held up a key before putting it into the doorknob and unlocking the deadbolt. Roberts pushed the door open into the dark apartment and immediately found the light switch.

In the apartment all of the blinds were closed and the light cast an eerie yellow glow on everything. Derek took a step in and gazed around. To the right was a small kitchen; even calling it a kitchen was generous. There was a microwave, fridge, and sink. The tile was yellowing and chipped. Between the kitchen and living room was a small circular table.

The living room was small and held one couch with a floral cover. It faced the wall, as there was no TV in the room.

There were two doors off of the room. The first led to a bathroom with a toilet and a narrow shower. The second opened to a bedroom. Emily walked in first, examining the space. The sheets and down comforter appeared to be the only thing new in the room. They had been pulled up to the top of the bed hastily.

The rest of the room was fairly bare. There was one framed photograph on the bedside table of a young man with dark hair.

"Do you know who this is?" Emily asked both Yanik and Derek, while holding up the frame.

Derek shook his head, but Yanik answered, "I think it's her dad."

Emily set the picture back down. "Derek, why don't you go look through the kitchen a little more?"

Derek opened his mouth to argue, but Emily stopped him. "I've got this," she said.

When Derek had left the room, Emily spoke again. "It's hard to go through the personal belongings of someone you know." She looked up at Yanik. His whole body appeared tense and he was tracking her every move.

"Maybe you should go with him," Emily added.

"I'm fine where I am," he grunted.

Emily simply nodded and started to open the drawers of the nightstand. They held nothing but a few pens and a bottle of lotion. When Emily closed the drawers and began to move across the room, Yanik spoke.

"So Elle worked with you guys at the FBI?"

Emily opened the top drawer of the dresser she had approached. "She worked for the Behavioral Analysis Unit for the FBI, yes, but she left the team before I joined. But everyone else here worked with her."

"She never mentioned any of that." Yanik walked up behind Emily and peered into the dresser over her shoulder.

Emily nodded, "I'm not surprised." But she didn't elaborate.

"Do you think we're going to find her?" For the first time his voice betrayed him and Emily could hear his fear.

"You're her partner, right?" Emily turned, looking at him.

He nodded.

"You've got some of the best people here helping, and by the looks of it, you're pretty good yourself."

"You didn't answer the question."

Emily gave him a sad smile, "sorry, but that's the best I can do."

Yanik looked down at the ground, but nodded yet again. "I get it, you're right. We've all said those same words haven't we? We're going to do the best we can." He looked up and met Emily's eyes, "but on the other side those words don't mean shit."

Emily could hear the desperation in his words, but there was nothing she could do. "Maybe you should go," she tried again.

He said nothing, but remained standing where he was.

"Okay," Emily muttered as she commenced her search through the drawers. When she had thoroughly searched the room, she stood in the middle, feeling as though she had missed something. Her eyes traveled high and low across the area.

Finally she walked back to the bed and looked under it. There was a box a little larger than a shoebox sitting alone. She pulled it out and set it on the bed. It looked worn, as though it had been under the bed for a long time.

Emily opened it and looked at the contents. There was a stack of coins and two books. Emily picked up the books, flipped through them, and then set them down, her stomach slowly sinking.

She looked up at Yanik, who was not looking in her direction, but instead staring at the photograph on the nightstand.

"Did Elle have any children?" Emily asked cautiously, although she already knew the answer.

"No," he responded absently, still looking away.

"Yanik," she started, waiting for him to look at her. She held his gaze for a moment, and then said, "Do you know if Elle was pregnant?"

"What?" Yanik sputtered, "pregnant?"

Emily showed him the books she had found in the box. Both were guides to raising children. He grabbed both of them and gripped them so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"There's no way," he whispered, "she would have told me…" But he just kept staring at the books.

Then he suddenly threw them down as if they had burned him. He took a step back from the bed. "But if she's…" He looked up to Emily, his eyes wide. "If she's pregnant… she, she shouldn't have gone undercover… oh God."

"Hey, Emily," Derek said as he walked into the room. He froze, however, when he saw Yanik staring at her. He looked between Yanik and Emily until he saw the books lying on the bed.

Then he stared up at Emily, "Greenaway…?"

"I think we should go talk to the rest of the team," Emily said, putting the books back in the box and replacing the cover. She picked it up and the three of them walked out of the building in silence.

XXX

When they got back to the police department, Emily, Derek, and Yanik found the rest of the team set up in a conference room. When they walked in Aaron spoke,

"What did you guys find at her apartment?"

Yanik still hadn't spoken and he shoved his hands into his pocket.

"Want us to start from the beginning?" Emily asked, thinking of everything she had learned in the past hour.

Hotch nodded curtly.

"Why don't you all sit down?" Rossi offered. The three had been standing ever since they returned. They joined the rest of the team and Captain Redini around the large table.

"For starters," Derek said, "the apartment was pretty run down."

"If we ran all of the tenants, I bet at least half would have warrant," Emily commented.

"I kept telling her to move," Yanik sounded defeated.

"Why didn't she?" JJ questioned.

"At first I think it was money. Before she got this job she didn't have steady work. So once she started working here I tried to get her to move. I told her it wasn't safe." He shrugged, "I don't know."

"Her apartment was very void of personal items," Emily filled in the silence. "She had a picture of who we think is her dad, but other than that it was mostly necessities."

"She's always been very private," Redini said.

"Yes, but most people will have personal items in a space where they live," Reid said, "even if they keep them away from others."

"However, I found a box under her bed. Its close proximity makes me think it's something she liked to look at often," Emily said, picking up the box from the floor beside her and setting it on the table.

"What's in it?" Aaron's eyes narrowed.

"What looks to be about a dozen AA chips and a few parenting books."

"Parenting?" JJ asked.

"But Elle didn't have kids," Redini said. He then stood up and grabbed the box that was sitting in front of Emily. He took out both books and the coins and stared at them. "Are you telling me my detective is pregnant?" He demanded from no one in particular. Then he turned to Yanik, "Roberts, I swear to God, if you knew…"

Yanik looked startled, "I had no idea, I promise you. If I had I never would have let her go undercover."

Redini nodded as if accepting his explanation, but his face was still tense and he kept glancing down at the books. He sunk back down to his chair and ran his hand through his thinning hair.

"There has to be another explanation," Rossi said, "Elle is smart, she wouldn't have put herself in danger if she was pregnant."

"You don't know how much she wanted this bastard," Yanik whispered.

A silence hung heavily throughout the room and no one wanted to be the first the break it. Rossi finally took in a breath and spoke, "the ME hasn't been able to determine how long the women were held before they were killed. Since none of them were reported missing, she can only guess between a few days and a few weeks."

"What did you find at the crime scene?" Emily asked Hotch.

"The victim fit the UNSUB's type. She was slender with dark hair and eyes. They haven't been able to ID her yet, her prints aren't in the database," Hotch said.

"She was killed in a similar way of the other victims, but there was also a sense of overkill that hasn't been seen from the UNSUB yet," Reid added.

"What do you mean?" Yanik asked.

"The other victims were stabbed multiple times in the abdomen, but the latest victim was also stabbed in the genitals, unnecessary to complete the murder."

"Why would he do that?"

"He could have known the victim personally, or she could have just done something to upset him, at this point it's hard to be certain," Hotch said.

Yanik gripped the table, "then why are we just sitting here? We should be out looking!"

"With what we currently know, searching the city would do little more than give us a tour of Seattle. Without any idea of where she might be, the possible area is too large," Hotch explained calmly.

"Then why the fuck are you guys even here? To sit around and talk about her? How exactly is that helping?" He jumped up, towering over Emily as he shouted.

"That is enough Roberts," Redini's voice was sharp, "they are here to help us and you speak to nobody that way."

Aaron stood so that he was level with Yanik. He looked him in the eyes, keeping his voice level, yet firm. "I understand that this is personal for you, it is personal for all of us. You are a good detective, you know a blind search would be inefficient and waste us valuable time. The reason we are profiling Elle right now is the same reason we profile all victims. She is an unknown variable in this situation. Knowing how she will react and what she will do can help us not only find the UNSUB, but also know the best way to approach when we do. But that is not all we are doing," he continued, "tonight we will go to the streets where Elle was last and talk to people. Reid is also working on a geographical profile. We also have out technical analyst looking into all of the victims."

Yanik's cheeks were still flushed, but his body relaxed slightly. "I'm sorry," he muttered.

"Sorry I'm late, I got caught up in the office." Everyone looked up to the man who swiftly walked through the conference room door.

He was medium height with a stocky build. His suit was perfectly pressed and his shoes shining. His hair was gelled and combed and it was almost impossible not to notice his perfectly manicured nails.

"You must be from the Seattle field office," Aaron stood up and walked over to the man. He took his outstretched hand and shook it.

"I'm Anthony Roust, I've been working this case for the past few weeks." The man introduced himself, his voice higher than would have been expected from his appearance. His face had almost the feminine quality.

"I'm Aaron Hotchner, we're from the BAU. I don't want you to think we're here to take over, we're just here to help."

Roust suddenly grinned, "so you're the Aaron Hotchner I keep hearing about around the office?"

Aaron let a small smile escape his usually grim face, "does McConkey still work there?"

"They'll have to carry him out of that office when he dies. But don't let him know I said that, he's my boss now," Roust laughed, "it's nice to finally meet the man he's always comparing me to."

After Roust was introduced to the rest of the team he joined them at the table. He went over everything he had learned while working the case, and Aaron couldn't help but notice it wasn't much. They didn't have a lot to go on, but the stakes were high.

Elle's life could be depending on them.