Author's Note: Hiyah! Enjoy… BTW, I modeled Victoria after myself. Just because. She says things I would say if people were… Just read to find out, yeah?

Emily groaned as the shrill, piercing sound of the hotel phone ringing awoke her. She grabbed blindly at the phone.

"Agent Prentiss," she answered, trying to maintain a professional composure.

"Prentiss, we need you and JJ. Now," Rossi ordered, hanging up. By the tone of his voice, something important was probably happening. She pulled on her clothes and shook JJ's shoulder. JJ moaned.

"Jayje, we need to go. It's important," Emily shouted, trying to wake JJ up. At the word 'important', she bolted upright and scrambled to get dressed.

Five minutes later, the two women were ready. They groggily headed downstairs. For the first time since being awake, Emily checked her watch. It was 2:30 in the morning.

The two met the rest of the team downstairs and they all hurried into the SUV's.

"Hotch, will you please tell us what's going on?" Morgan asked now fully awake.

"The local PD called me and said that someone fitting the profile was around Clemens Street," Hotch mumbled. The two SUV's raced through the near-empty streets and made sharp rights onto Clemens Street. The cars jolted to a stop and every member flew out, guns already raised. The police stopped them with grim looks on their faces.

"Sorry guys. You're a little too late…" the head detective said grimly.

"Damn," Emily spat.

"Shit. Another five people killed?" Morgan asked, hands on his head.

"No, you guys are lucky. Only four this time," he replied.

"There's a survivor?" Emily asked hopefully.

"Yep, a twelve year old girl," he said. Emily immediately ran towards the ambulance where the girl was waiting.

"No, stop," the girl grumbled towards the nurses trying to check her out. She was swatting away the lights and stethoscopes.

"I'm fine! God…" she muttered.

"Excuse me, sweetie, but you have to let them check you out," Emily said softly. The girl looked up towards her with a doubting look on her face. Tears were still falling from her cheeks, but she tried to maintain composure.

"And who are you to tell me so?" the girl asked.

Emily held up her badge.

"I'm Agent Emily Prentiss with the FBI," she said calmly.

"O-okay," the girl began to burst into sobs. Emily gestured for a minute alone with the girl, and the nurses immediately scattered.

Emily put her hand on the girl's knee. The girl looked up.

"What's your name, sweetie?" Emily asked.

"V-Victoria," she said, blushing.

"Okay, Victoria. I know you're really upset and confused right now, but you have to cooperate, okay?" she said.

"Fine," Victoria grumbled. Emily nodded and rubbed her knee, standing up and allowing the nurses to check her out again.

"Prentiss," Morgan called. Emily nodded and made her way towards him.

"Yeah, what's up?" she asked.

"That girl," he pointed towards Victoria, "she was raped."