A/N: Thanks for all the adds and follows. I have a pretty good idea where this is going and I hope that you enjoy the ride. It is going to be a messy and action packed adventure for our favorite agents.

In this chapter, there is a section that would have been a montage on screen. Two scenes running together at the same time. They are in two different locales, but are important to the building of the characters and the story. It makes sense. Each scene has its own type face. The would-be voice overs are in Italics, while the main part of the action, that would be on the screen, is in regular type. I hope this clarifies things in case it seems odd to you reading it. Enjoy and let me know what you think or your guesses as to what is going to happen. Thanks.

Chapter Two

"Some people come into your life as blessings. Some come into your life as lessons." Mother Teresa

She looked up from her desk. She had seen the missive come across the wire. Prentiss was missing. Mac was in the States as Easter request. She stared at the screen. Nothing else mattered at the moment. She reached across the desk and picked up her burner phone. She had hoped that she would never have to use it. She knew that certain people didn't even know the number and would be surprised to get a call from it. hut it was Prentiss' back up. And now, she would use it to save her.

She laughed at the fact that Emily had simply put her in the phone as Emma J. She didn't know what it meant, but she knew that the phone was meant for her. She scrolled passed Mac's burner number, code named Alban. She scrolled passed Easter's burner code named Boss. She scrolled passed a number listed as Blackbird. She thought she knew who it was, but she didn't have the time to speculate at that point. She also knew that when she received the phone before Emily left that she gave her explicit instructions to only call that number as a last resort. It was a failsafe behind her. She went right over the number labeled Eirinn already knowing that it was Emily's. She stopped and her finger hovered over the last number in the phone. She stared at the name: Ealasaid. Surely, Emily wouldn't be that obvious. She punched the send button and waited, hoping she was right.

"Hello, Emma," the cool and collected voice answered on the other end.

She recognized it immediately. She let out a breath that she didn't know she was holding. She wiped her face and stared back at the screen before answering.

"Hello, Ambassador."

"What's wrong?" the Ambassador asked.

"She's missing."

"Have the protocols been put into place?"

"Yes."

"And, who is going after her?"

"Mac went to get help," she told the Ambassador.

"From?"

"America."

"Does she know?"

"Does who know?" she questioned, suddenly feeling like she had no idea what was really going on with the entire situation.

"Never mind, Emma. I will call her myself. Where are you now?"

"Headquarters in Dumbarton."

"Come back to London."

"When?" she asked surprised by the order.

"As soon as you can get here. We don't have time to waste. I'll call Easter myself. I'll expect you here in a few hours. Make sure that you pack accordingly. You will be going with them."

"I don't work the field. You've made sure of that, remember? Why now?"

"You will this time. You'll be leading this mission. Just get yourself here. I'll take care of the rest. Easter still owes me for some of her...past dealings."

"I can be there in about six hours if I drive."

"Can you fly?"

"No, it would raise too much suspicion. I shouldn't be talking to you. I don't work for you."

"You work for the world, Emma J. Don't forget that. I certainly haven't. I'll take care of whatever paperwork, legal or not, that you need. Get your gear and get to the Embassy. That is an order. The world needs you now. Emily needs you, now," the Ambassador stated.

"Yes, ma'am."

"And, Emma?"

"Yes?"

"Be careful. I can't lose you, too. I'll see you by the morning."

"Yes, ma'am," she replied ringing off the phone.

She dropped it to the desk. Her mind turned back to the conversation, replaying it over and over again. Who was the "her" that the Ambassador was referring to? She had knowledge on Prentiss going back as far as she dared. She knew about Doyle and the following debacles in the States with him and his former wife. She sifted through each piece of information that she had on Emily and she couldn't find a "her" that stood out enough that the Ambassador would break ranks and/or protocol to notify.

Emily was single. She was trained. She was an operative and an agent. To the outside world that didn't seem to be two different jobs, but it was. She belonged really to no one in the world but the intelligence community. She could move and assimilate accordingly. It was another reason she was so deadly and effective. She could be anything or anyone, quickly. And, she was just like Emily in every respect.

She reached under her desk and grabbed her bag. She would head down into the locker room and gather her field gear and another bag. She was going, knowing that she would be in field fast. They just needed a starting point. She turned around and grabbed two flash drives and her air card. She could use any laptop or computer anywhere with them. And no matter what, they wouldn't be able to find her by it.

"Underwood?" she stated coming out of her office.

"Yes, Captain?" Underwood asked her, jumping to attention.

"Call Easter. Tell him I am on my way to the gala at the American Embassy. The Ambassador has requested my presence. I will not be in contact for a few days. If the Colonel comes looking for me, tell him to call Easter. I will call when I have an update on my return. Tell Chaplin and Stokes to be ready for a possible call," she told him walking out the office and towards the locker rooms downstairs.

She stood in front of her locker. She pulled out an assault bug and sat it on the wooden bench behind her. She let out a pent up breath and sat down beside it. She reached in the bag and pulled out a tight pair of jeans, some socks, boy shorts, a sports bra and a light blue, V-neck, short-sleeved shirt. She grabbed a towel and headed for the showers. She knew that now was the time to relax and get her shower in, because once she got to London, she wouldn't know when she would get the next one.

They were all sitting on the plane waiting for Hotch to tell them what they were going to do. They were all worried about Emily, but they were all still wondering about Amelia and Mac, too. Everyone but Hotch was staring at the red-haired Scotsman and wondering what he wasn't telling them.

"Alright this is going to be a long flight. We are going to talk about the case for a few minutes and then I want everyone to get some sleep. We have almost eight hours until we land. So let's discuss what we know and what we don't so we can figure out what we need to know."

JJ and Garcia passed around the hastily made case folders to everyone. Hotch gave them a few minutes to glance over the information that they had. It wasn't much and that worried JJ more than anything.

"There isn't much here on Amelia, Mac. What can you tell us about her? What is she like?"

"What do you want to know?" he asked, not sure how to answer.

"Everything. You seem to know her better than her dossier. So what do we need to know?" JJ asked him.

She stood in from of the mirrors over the sinks, staring into her own dark eyes. She ran a hand over her face and sighed. She was mentally preparing herself for the coming mission. She didn't know what she was heading into, but she knew it was bad. She was the only constant contact that Emily had when she was in the field. She was the one that relayed the information. That is why she was being called.

"Her body could tell you her story better than I could."

"Says here that she is attached to the 23 SAS, how does that work?" Morgan asked.

"She doesn't really belong to anyone. She really doesn't have a title per se. She is attached to MI-5 and Interpol, but she stationed with 23 SAS. She trains with them, teaches them things, but she is never in the field with them. If she does get a mission, it is for MI-5 or Interpol," Mac answered.

"So, does she have a designation with the 23rd?" Reid asked.

"She is on paper a captain for Her Majesty's Royal Army Special Forces."

She sat down in front of her locker and grabbed the assault bag, setting it on the bench. She got her jeans, underwear and bra on. She sat the shirt to the side. She grabbed her socks and put them on.

She sighed again. It had been too long since she had gone out on a mission. Was she actually ready?

"She was pulled out of the field and made an analyst in 2011, why?"

"We don't know. She was in Afghanistan. She had been attached to several different task forces while she was there. Suddenly Easter gets an order from MI-5, bring her home and put her on a desk. We don't know where the order came from," Mac answered.

"She doesn't seem to be one that would take that lying down. I am guessing that she wasn't too happy about it when she got home. So, what did she do about?" Rossi asked.

She grabbed her bag and emptied it, tossing everything that had been it in the bottom of her locker. She picked up her shirt off the bench and put it on. She reached over and grabbed a pair of combat boots. She put them on under her pants leg.

Once she was done dressing, she grabbed her assault bag. She reached into the locker and grabbed two black t-shirts, two sports bras, two sets of underwear, and two pairs of black tactical pants. She grabbed the Army issued webbed black belt and stuffed it inside.

"She spent six months looking for who gave the order," Mac told him.

"Did she find out who it was?" Reid asked, looking up from the file.

"She did. She wasn't happy about it, but she learned to deal with it. And, before you ask, she didn't tell anyone about it either. She started desk duty as soon as she got home to London. Whatever she said to the Ambassador worked, though."

"Ambassador?"

"What exactly is the plan on this, my man?" Morgan asked interrupting JJ's train of thought.

She grabbed her utility belt. She made sure that she undid the garrison style Glock 17 holster and added the tactical thigh holster instead. She looked at the set of cuffs sitting in the back of her locker. She knew that she wasn't going to need them on this mission. She rooted around until she found her two combat knives and her clutch piece. She was going to go as lightly, but heavily armed as she could.

She put it all in the bag and stood preparing to go. She checked the bag for extra magazines for the Glock. She was satisfied when she found her two spares.

She closed her locker and locked it. She left the locker room and headed down to the arms room. She knew that no one would question her when she walked in.

"I am going to have to default to Easter."

"You don't have a plan?" Morgan questioned, and suddenly the entire team was worried.

"My part of the plan was to bring you to London and Easter. He is pulling the protocols for this. This isn't like the time with Doyle. This is worse."

"How?" Hotch asked.

"The person or persons we believe are responsible are part of a rouge group from Palestine."

"Jihadists?" Rossi questioned.

"Not according to the intel we have. They are a sect of the PLO. They are trying to liberate Palestine and kill Jews. They don't care about anything else."

She walked passed the armorer and the supply sergeants. She walked over to a weapons locker and took a Glock 17 out. She checked in the clearing barrel and then put it in her bag. She walked over to another locker and selected some ammo. She took two boxes, again, putting them in the bag. She glanced over at the SA80s, but decided to wait to take one. She knew that she might be in enough trouble just taking what she was.

She crossed the room to the supply side. She grabbed a set of ballistic sunglasses. She tucked those into her t-shirt. She rooted around until she found a plate carrier in her size.

She knew that a flak vest wasn't going to protect her against the men that took Emily. They weren't worried about dying. They were willing to die for their cause. She wasn't willing to die for them.

"Do you have a name?"

"Of?" Mac asked, unsure of what Hotch meant by the question.

"The group? What is their name? Who is their leader?"

"They call themselves Rashidi. The leader seems to be Hashim Abd Al-Aziz Bin Abdul-Rashid. He lives in the Golan region, but no one has gotten a fix on him. The Mossad had been trying for years to find him."

"They won't," Reid stated.

"What is that?" Hotch asked him.

"It is in his name," Reid stated.

"What is it, Pretty Boy?" Morgan inquired.

"His name literally means 'breaker' or 'breaker of bread.' It is most likely a title for the Rashidi. The rest of his name is more than likely his rank or something close to it."

"What does that mean?" Hotch asked.

"Abd Al-Aziz means servant of the King. The other…Bin Abdul-Rashid means son of the servant of the Righteous Guidance. If you take it literally, he is like a father figure to all of the Rashidi. They see themselves as on a path set by Allah to free Palestine from the Jews. They will protect him because he is the one that Allah has chosen to lead them."

"So, he could be anywhere," Ross stated.

"Basically, yes," Reid replied.

She exited the supply room and headed back upstairs. Once she cleared the main halls, she made her way to the parking area. She rustled through a front pocket on her assault bag and found a set of keys. She clicked the remote and waited for a vehicle to sound off and light up. It didn't take her long before she found it.

At the end of the lot was a black Range Rover LR2. She knew that it would have upgrades that weren't factory. She smiled as she threw her bag in the passenger seat and got in.

She started the vehicle and started on her drive to London. She knew that she needed to relax. It was a six hour drive, but she needed to stay alert. If they found Emily, they might trace things back to her.

"Garcia," Hotch started to say looking at her on the laptop screen.

"Already on it, my liege," the analyst told him as she was furiously typing away.

Mac's phone rang. He took the call. Answering in clipped Gaelic that no one could understand. All the agents watched him and waited to see if the call was going to mean more information for them and the case.

"I hope you brought some nice clothes," he told them as he hung up.

"Why?" Hotch asked him.

"Seems the Ambassador is throwing a gala in your honor," he told them.

She pulled on to M6 and started to make her way to London. She turned on the radio and made some calls on her cell phone to some of her SAS buddies in Birmingham. She warned them to be prepared for a mission. She'd let them know more as she could. They all knew better than to question her. If she gave them speculation of a mission, they knew that they were going. They went on alert. She smiled as she drove the road, knowing that the Ambassador had made calls before she even got out of Dumbarton.

She dropped the phone in the center console and turned the music up. She couldn't believe that she was driving to the Ambassador's house. She couldn't believe the turn of events. The Ambassador got her pulled out of interrogations and now, the Ambassador was asking for her help in finding Emily. She shook her head. She didn't want to think about that. She didn't want to acknowledge the fact that it was her own grandmother that pulled her out of the field and now she wanted her to go save Emily.

The vehicle's blue tooth rang. She reached over to the dash and made the "other" features screen pop up. She checked the road and then tapped the answer call button.

"Amelia?"

"Yes?"

"Not...in...Germany."

"Emily?"

"Amelia?"

"Birmingham…tell Mom. Go to Birmingham. Call Blackbird. She'll know what to do."

"Emily?" she asked again as the line went dead.

She wanted to scream, but she knew that it would do her no good. She grabbed the burner cell and scrolled right to the number. Her finger hovered over the number. She hit a bump in the road and her finger hit the call. It rang twice.

"Jareau," the voice on the other line answered, not realizing that she answered the other phone.

"Blackbird?" Amelia asked.

"Yes," JJ answered, waking up quickly and standing from the bench seat on the plane.

She moved about the cabin. She didn't want to wake anyone else. She wasn't sure what this call meant. But, she knew that it meant life or death for Emily.

"Go with your team to Winfield House. Check in with the Ambassador. Then you come to me."

"Where are you?"

"Once I get a base line, I'll call back. You still have the other cell? The one she gave you?"

"Of course," JJ answered.

"Has the Ambassador called you?"

"She hasn't, yet."

"When she does, tell her that you are coming to me. Tell no one else. Understood?"

"Perfectly."

"Now, sleep. I'll see you in a few hours. I'll contact you around eighteen hundred."

"I'll be waiting," JJ said as she hung up the burner.

She walked back over to the bench and sat down. She looked over at all the other agents, but she knew that she would leave as soon as they landed she would find Elizabeth. She would talk to her about the protocols that Emily had put into place and then she would have to sneak out of the Ambassador's residence with Hotch and the rest of them noticing. She looked up at Morgan. He was going to be the hardest to lose, but she would have to…for Emily's sake.

"All the mistakes I ever made in life were when I wanted to say 'no' and said 'yes'." Moss Hart