Author's Note: Hi everyone! First of all, I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed, added this story to their alerts/favorites and, in overall, actually took the time to read the first chapter. It means so much to me, I'm truly honored . It took me a while to get this second chapter right, I hope you guys still want me to continue. Enjoy!

Story Title: Desperate Measures

Written By: ButterflyCryx

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Criminal Minds or any of it's lovely characters. I wish, though.

Chapter Two

Emily didn't know what to do. She found herself stuck, mouth slightly ajar as her eyes followed the moving shadow. A strong instinct was telling her to walk back down the stairs and get the gun that Hotch hid in one of the kitchen cabinets. However, another part of her couldn't help but feel curious and urged her to take a few steps forward.

If curiosity killed the cat, Emily knew she was done for. As she now stood in front of her stepson's door, she pressed her left ear against it and listened for any voices or sounds.

"There's no one else here- Yes, I know... I saw her stomach. The bitch is definitely pregnant."

Emily immediately froze. She could tell by the tone that there was a male inside of the room. As a sign of protection, she put a single hand on her stomach and realized what was going on. Whoever the hell that was, they obviously wanted something to do with her baby.

Her unborn son.

She slowly retraced her steps, quickly turned, then started for the stairs. Suddenly, ruining any chance for her to escape, the door flew open. 'Shit' she thought, as the footsteps that had caused the loud creeks just minutes ago approached her from behind. She wished she could see his face. She wished she could use her profiling skills to discover his true intentions. A cold, hard object was pressed against the back of her head and Emily knew right away that it was a gun.

"If you take one more step I'll put this gun to your stomach and kill that bastard child you're carrying. Try me."

Emily swallowed the lump that formed in her throat and put her hands up in defeat. She wasn't one to go down without a fight but since this was her baby's life that was being threatened, she knew better than to protest. The intruder gripped her right shoulder and pressed the gun even tighter to her head.

"Walk." he ordered in a husky tone as the brunette reluctantly obliged and descended the stairs. As they reached the bottom, the front door swung open and in came Jack. The little boy looked like he was crying and when he spotted his step-mother with a gun to her head, it didn't make him feel any better.

"Emzy!" he called as the tears began again. Suddenly, someone appeared behind the small boy, shocking the pregnant agent. Emily couldn't believe it. Her breathing hitched and her eyes widen at the sight of the man before her. He looked at her angrily and didn't break their intense eye contact.

"John?" she questioned, obviously surprised.

"Emily, I've missed you."

The brunette's eyes were mixed with confusion. John Cooley watched as she suddenly remembered. As the memory of her sin slowly crept into her mind again. She glanced at her stepson who's eyes, unlike hers, were filled with immense fear. That same feeling of guilt that the woman had felt nearly sixteen years ago had struck her heart once again. She made a lot of mistakes in her life, this she couldn't deny, but this particular one had left a permanent mark.

Literally.

"Let's get this lovely FBI Agent and her stepson to the car. Now." John instructed in sarcasm as his accomplice did what he was told and dragged Emily out. She thought to herself 'This can't be happening', as she was forced into the car and driven away.

"Hotch! We found something!" Morgan called as the older man seemed to wrestle with his phone. It had been six hours since Emily last called him and left him a voicemail. Frustrated, he dialed her number once again, pressing the numbers with more force. Morgan saw this but said nothing and decided to idly stand by and observe him. Hotch put the speaker to his ear and waited for an answer.

Nothing.

"She's not picking up her phone." Hotch said, a hint of worry clearly evident in his tone. He tried to block out the images of his son and pregnant fiancée being hurt by some monstrous individual from entering his mind and put a single hand to his forehead. His expression was calm, but Morgan knew he truly wasn't.

"How long has it been?" Morgan asked. He knew his Unit Chief. He knew how it was hard for him to think clearly when it came to the safety of his loved ones. The man heard his ex-wife, whom he still unadmittedly loved at that very moment, get shot by some psychopathic serial killer over the phone. That day had been the last straw for Hotch, resulting in him physically beating the man and eventually killing him in self-defense. He searched the man's blank face and waited for a response.

"Long enough to know that something must've happened. She always calls me back or answers the phone." Hotch explained as he walked away from the crime scene. They were currently inside the most recent murdered family's home and had discovered an important piece of evidence on one of the victims. One of the UnSub's had been unfortunate enough to leave his wallet behind- the eight year old that they were sure he had beaten and raped, was found clutching it in her hands. They concluded the man, identified as Roger Freeman, was in a rush and dropped his wallet in the living room floor. The young girl, who wasn't completely dead yet, must've crawled to it and grab it. They suspected this because the blood smears on the floor, showing she dragged herself, proved it.

As J.J was just about to enter the home, Hotch pushed past her. She watched him leave then let her eyes fall on Morgan.

"What's wrong?" she questioned, studying the dark-skinned man's face. His eyes told her that he wasn't sure of anything yet, but it most certaintly wasn't good. J.J internally groaned then walked back out so she could catch up with her Unit Chief.

Emily felt like they had been driving for hours. She was sitting in the back seat with Jack beside her, the young boy clinging tightly to her red blouse. After convincing the two men, one she was awfully familiar with, to let her sit with him, the little boy hadn't let go. She knew he was scared, he made no attempts to hide it, but that brought out some of her own fear. If they were to tie her up, she knew it'd be the end for her. She wouldn't be able to control anything they did to her or her baby. Oh god, what were they planning to do to her baby? She silently looked down at her stomach and realized that Bradley hadn't moved since she was abducted. She rubbed her stomach gently and made a silent promise to her unborn child in her head. A promise she wasn't even sure if she'd be able to keep.

'I won't let them hurt you baby boy. No matter what it takes, you'll be fine.'

They finally reached their destination, which was the driveway of an unknown house on an abandoned street. John put the car to a stop and watched as his partner got out. He opened the side door and roughly dragged the seven year old out. It was barely 7 pm, yet the sun had already set. Emily could still see the brick features of the house, despite the absence of light.

"No! Let go of me!" Jack yelled as the man put his hand over his mouth.

"Shut the hell up, kid! Or I'll permanently make you." he threatened. Emily watched the boys face fall as he immediately became quiet.

"Where are you taking us? What are you planning to do?" she asked as John approached her and roughly pulled her out the car. He pushed her to the floor and held a gun to her temple. Emily managed to land on her hands and knees, avoiding her stomach hitting the cement ground.

"No talking. Unless I address you, I want you to be silent. Understood?" John said. He shot a look at the younger boy, making sure he knew this applied to him as well. The young boy nodded. Emily just stood still.

"C'mon, I'm going to show you where you'll be staying."

Staying? No. There was no way in hell that Hotch or her entire team would let that happen. They would find out she was missing, as well as Jack and they would rescue them. She was sure of it.

She looked at John then studied his face. There was something off about him. He no longer held that friendly demeanor he always had. His eyes were low and unreadable. They reached the back of the house and stopped as John pulled out the keys to unlock a door that led to his basement. He opened it then forced Emily to walk down the stairs. The other man whom Emily still didn't know, released Jack from his tight grip and pushed him to the ground. John sat Emily on a chair and put handcuffs on her.

"Take the little boy upstairs, I need to speak to her. Alone."

The other man nodded then looked at Jack, who instantly got up and walked up the steps that led to the inside of the house. Emily mentally noted that there were two exits. She observed her surroundings but was stopped when John made her face him.

"You probably have a lot of questions. Feel free to ask."

"What am I doing here?" she practically spat out. He began to pace then answered.

"God dislikes a lot of things Emily. Killing an unborn child is one of them," he began, stopping so he could look at her. She put on a brave front and continued to listen.

"Sins are meant to be paid for. If there was no price, this world would have no balance."

"What does that have to do with me? I didn't kill my baby, I'm still carrying him."

"It's a boy, how nice. Are you and Aaron happy?" he questioned. For some reason, the way he said her fiancee's name made something boil inside of her. This indicated that the man she no longer knew who stood before her had been keeping a close eye on her little family. She cleared her throat then spoke.

"John, I saved you. I saved your life." she reminded him. He continued to pace.

"Remember when I said I was sorry? For not being there for you when you were pregnant and Matthew-"

"What did I ever do to you John? I never did a damn thing to make you do this-"

"You murdered our baby!" he shouted, creating an echo in the room and an endless one in the brunette's head. She surpressed her emotions and kept a straight face. John had changed. There was definitely something wrong with him. Suddenly, a series of questions blurted out of her mouth and she wished she could take them back.

"Are you using? What are you on, John? What have they done to you?"

His tone dangerously lowered as he knelt down beside her, whispering in her ear.

"I'm going to prove to you that you can't escape your past. It might have happened sixteen years ago but that fetus never had a chance to live. I'm doing gods work Emily, I'm doing what's right." he said.

And with that, he was gone.

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