A/N: Sorry there are a few cuss words!

"Can you guys hear me?" Emily whispered into the mike that was hidden carefully under her shirt. She was beyond terrified. She knew there were plainclothes policemen scattered on the streets among her own team members. It didn't make her feel any less vulnerable.

"Loud and clear." Rossi responded almost instantly. He wanted her to know that they were there. He and Reid were huddled behind several computer screens. They were carefully scanning the screens for any sign of unusual movement.

"Where is the bastard?" Morgan muttered under his breath, fuming, angry at Emily for suggesting this. He was beyond furious at Hotch for allowing her to go out there. She was a trained FBI agent but that didn't make Morgan feel much better. She knew how to defend herself but that didn't mean she wasn't still vulnerable and an easy target. She was so exposed just walking down the street. They couldn't risk giving her a gun, so she had a knife strapped to her thigh but that didn't give Morgan much comfort.

Did they really think that he was this stupid? He could see from a mile away she was a cop, maybe even one of the feds that they had brought in to try to catch him. Her legs were beautifully toned, and her arms were sculpted perfectly. She actually reminded him a lot of the catch that was waiting for him. He had grabbed her wallet and finally had learned her name. Elle. Just the name made him shudder in anticipation of the fun he was going to have with her later.

He fell back further into the shadows, wondering if he should act now, impulsively, or wait until he could plan it perfectly. He might lose his chance with her if he backed away now, but if he made a mistake, it could all be over and he was just getting started. He knew that this would be sloppy and slunk even further into the shadows. He would carefully plan his attack and return.

"You can't seriously be thinking about going again!" JJ was incredulous. She turned to Hotch, but he carefully avoided her eyes. He hated the idea just as much as she did, but he knew that this was their best shot at catching this pervert. It didn't appear that he had attacked at all last night. He would be hunting again soon.

"JJ, nothing's going to happen." Emily tried to sooth JJ. "I can do this." Prentiss squared her shoulders and looked Hotch dead in the eye. She was not a little girl. She was strong and she could handle this. She wanted to catch this son of a bitch.

"Prentiss, you know the risks, we all do. I know the potential benefits, but I am going to let you decide." Hotch let out a loud sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers. He just wanted this nightmare to be over.

"Elle, Elle, Elle." Elle jerked awake with a muffled scream. Her wrists were handcuffed behind her back and her legs were wound tightly together. The man had shoved a piece of cloth into her mouth and secured it with another piece of cloth. "Did you miss me?" He added a cynical laugh. He ripped the tape away from her face and yanked the gag out of her mouth. "You can scream all you want now, no one will hear you."

"The FBI is going to hunt you down." Elle spat out. She knew her former team members. They didn't give up and they would catch him. They were the smartest team out there. "They're going to put you away forever."

"They're too stupid to catch me. You should have seen the bitch they tried to bait me with." He smirked. He couldn't get the bitch's legs out of his mind. He had a list a mile long of things that he was going to do to her. He couldn't wait for her to try to struggle. He hoped she was feisty. "She's going to be next. You'll have a friend here to keep you company."

"You aren't going to get away with this." Elle turned her head away, desperate to not see the grin on the man's face. It was the face that had haunted her nightmares. He was the reason she had put a triple lock on her front door and two different dead bolts. He was the reason that she had panic attacks that left her in a sweaty ball on the floor. He was the reason that every little touch made her jump and sometimes she just wanted to jump out of her skin. He was the reason that she hadn't been on a date or had sex in the last year. He was the reason she was so broken.

"Watch me." He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to look at him. "Just watch me."

"If nothing turns up tonight, then we are going to pursue alternative paths." Hotch said as he watched Emily finish carefully concealing the wire inside the jean jacket she was wearing. "We'll find another way to catch him."

"Hotch." Emily resisted rolling her eyes. He was being overprotective, as usual. "We're going to catch him."

"I know." Hotch cracked a rare smile. He was so jittery, it felt like someone had injected him with a shot of caffeine. He wanted this bastard to be behind bars and they could all go home and get some sleep.

"I've gotta go and do mike checks with the tech guys, but it's all going to be okay." Emily gave him a fake smile. She hated the uncertainty that surrounded her and the feeling she couldn't shake that something terrible was going to go wrong.

Elle didn't think it was possible to be dirtier than she had last time. He had savagely ripped away all of her clothes before violating her again. He threw a lacy black bra and tiny skirt at her. It barely even covered her body. She wondered why he had even bothered putting any clothes on her at all.

"Elle, you are going to have company soon." The man crooned as he stroked her hair. Her hands were bound behind her back and her ankles were tied tightly together, so all she could do was turn her face away. She hated looking at his face. He wasn't wearing a mask this time and she didn't want to think what that meant for her. He just grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her face back towards him.

"Screw you." Elle was determined not to let this man see her scared. She wanted to curl up into a ball and cry, scream, but she wasn't going to let him see her break down. She waited until he had left to let the tears fall.

"I will, later." He pressed a sloppy kiss onto her lips, avoiding Elle's attempts to bite her. "Bitch." He slapped her, the sound reverberating through the empty warehouse. He had found the perfect secluded spot. It was far enough from civilization that no one could hear the screams, but was close enough to the city that he could get whatever girl he wanted.

"The FBI is going to catch you." Elle ground out, refusing to admit the sting she felt in her cheek. She lifted her chin, refusing to him break her. She was strong.

"The FBI is not smart enough to catch me." The man smirked. He had been raping women his entire life. He started with his sister when she was barely thirteen. He hadn't been caught then. The only reason he went to jail was because "I'll be back later. Rest up."

A/N: Don't want to drag this out, but don't want to sacrifice a story line!