The security escort starts to bang on the door. "HEY! OPEN THE DOOR!"
"NO! Back off or she's dead! I've got nothing to lose here!"
Emily is still in shock but is glad to hear the guard backing away. She knows he's made enough noise to alert the team that something is wrong. As the man turns back to face the FBI agent, she sees how dead his eyes are and knows he really doesn't have anything to lose.
"Sir, my name is—"
"I KNOW YOUR NAME! I sent you the case files 2 months ago! I begged you to bring your team! We needed you! And instead you send THIS!" He throws a large envelope at Emily.
The profiler slowly reaches for it, worried moving to fast will make the unstable man fire the gun pointing right at her head. As she picks it up she jumps as the desk phone starts to ring. She glances at it and read, "Hotchner, Aaron" on the caller I.D.
"That's my boss. He's going to want to know I'm okay."
"Read, Agent Jareau."
Emily sighs and slowly opens the envelope. She pulls out a familiar form and glances over it. It is a preliminary profile for a series of 3 murders in Amherst County, Virginia. She looks down to see it is signed by Derek Morgan. She quickly reviews the case summaries, pulling a few more pieces of paper out of the envelope and tries to figure out what could have enraged the man that he would dare stage a hostage situation at the FBI.
Three women taken in three different months. All were brunette, 18, 21, and 19 respectively. They had been held and tortured, though not raped, for 72 hours before being strangled to death. Nothing jumps out at her as something Derek had missed. She slowly shakes her head.
"I don't understand. What have we missed?"
The man steps closer, the barrel of his gun now inches from Emily's forehead. She swallows reflexively.
When he answers his voice is eerily calm. "You didn't come. You sent me worthless shit. And since 10 o'clock last night that bastard has had my daughter."
