A/N: Wow, a couple of you were quick to respond. Uh, how about a reward? I've got probably four or five more chapters to go.

Emily watched as the man that had been electrocuting her walked to the camera at the front of the room and closed the laptop it was connected to. Where the hell was she? After taking the mostly administrative position with Interpol, she'd assumed that she would be moderately safe. Apparently she'd assumed wrong. Clyde was going to be pissed. He'd have her head if she managed to make it out of this with her head intact. Taking a deep breath, as deep as she could with the restrictive fabric in her mouth, she tried to clear her mind. She needed to focus on the present. She needed to profile.

There were hundreds of active cases that flew over her desk on a daily basis. Still, she didn't remember seeing any that would match up with this guy. Interpol mostly dealt with international criminals: smuggling, arms dealing, human trafficking and the likes. This man gave off that distinct serial killer vibe that she had grown so accustomed to at the B.A.U. He would have stuck out. Maybe she had just been unfortunate enough to cross paths with an average psychopath. How had he gotten to her? She remembered returning to her apartment's parking garage, and then nothing. Good. That meant that he was on the CCTV in her building. Clyde would go looking for her, and he'd have a place to start. As she watched the UnSub leave the room, she made up her mind. She wouldn't remain idle.


"Maybe we're looking at this wrong, maybe this is a good thing." Everyone turned to Blake. The team had remained in the conference room after the video feed had been cut, meticulously going over every piece of evidence they had on the Replicator. The tension was palpable. Derek couldn't help the flash of anger that burned through him at Blake's poor choice of words. "If he went after Agent Prentiss, can't we narrow down his stressor with the B.A.U. to when she was still working with you all?"

"Possibly." Reid said after a brief, but what Morgan knew to be a thorough consideration. He found himself easing at the potential breakthrough as the young doctor continued. "She was on the team from November of 2006 to May of 2012. Well, with a seven month hiatus."

"Garcia, I want you to take a closer look at those cases. Reid help her out, see if you can recall anyone or anything off-putting during any of those cases."

Blake's expression turned skeptical. "What about the seven month hiatus?" That turned a few heads, and earned her heated glares from the rest. She swallowed hard. "Could be important to the victimology," she added dejectedly.

"It's not." Rossi was a blunt individual, he held her gaze until she looked away. She either got it, or decided it wasn't worth pressing for the truth and trusted their judgment in that it had nothing to do with the Replicator.

"What about the rest of us?" Morgan asked.

Hotch cleared his throat. "J.J. see if you can get in touch with Easter. We need to coordinate this, we don't even know if she's in the States or not. Morgan, I want you, Blake and Dave working up a consult for the case we are currently assigned to." Morgan stood to protest, but Hotch explained himself before he had the chance. "There's nothing you can do to help right now. The detective still needs a profile. Once the three of you have a working one, get J.J. to forward it." He turned to face J.J. "Let them know we'll get another team out there as soon as possible." He abruptly walked toward the exit after giving his orders.

Derek's brows knitted in confusion. "Where are you goin'?"

Hotch paused with his hand on the door, not turning around. "To call the ambassador." Morgan didn't envy him that conversation.


She had been beaten before, it was nothing she couldn't handle. Even a couple of broken bones were tolerable, but the electric shocks were where he had her. It took its toll. Her entire body sent into a spasm every time the current flowed through her. She didn't know how long she'd been there or how often he had done it, but at this point, she would have much rather been shot. A bleeding leg wound sounded pretty good to her at the moment. He entered the room again and she shuddered as subtly as possible. He was clearly enjoying the power aspect of the torture, and she wasn't about to give him the satisfaction.

She'd tried to work out a rough profile in her head, but she had very little to go on. He hadn't spoken a word the entire time. She'd caught him off-guard once, forcefully connecting her forehead with his nose. At least she thought it was his nose. He wore a mask that concealed his face but for a small portion of skin around his eyes and mouth. He must have thought she was too weak to retaliate, but she wasn't about to give up the fight. The head-butt had cost her a broken wrist, but it was worth it. If nothing else, she wouldn't be compliant. Just annoying him made her feel like she was accomplishing something. He might torture her, maybe even kill her, but she wasn't going to make it easy for him.

Emily took a moment to consider the mask. She didn't think he'd have any qualms about killing her. She'd gotten a pretty good view of the tables behind her, and she wasn't too pleased with the contents. He wasn't going to let her out of there alive. The only reason he wore the mask, she concluded, was for whoever was at the receiving end of the camera.

A/N: You like?... Tell me! lol sleep deprevation is an ugly, ugly thing.