Hotch looked at everyone in the room. Garcia was holding onto Morgan. Reid stared at the TV while Rossi's face was in disbelief. JJ's tears crept into her eyes, but were gently forced back. Hotch took the remote from JJ's hand, her smile was thanks enough. He scrolled to the bottom of the message and clicked the link. A new page appeared. There was a button in the middle of the page. It read one word.

"Broadcast"

Hotch looked at everyone, and they all nodded their heads. He clicked the button an a man appeared before them.

"Hello Agents. Nice to finally see you all."

Rossi's eyes began to fill with anger, as did Hotch's.

"Where's Emily?" Hotch asked.

The man was on the chubby side. His face was full of his tiny freckles, his chin bristled with tiny stubble. His blue eyes were big and dilated. The smug grin on his face showed narcissism; his decayed teeth shown.

"Agent Hotchner, my name is Clay. I guess you'll be wanting a little background on how me and Emily know each other. I met Emily when she was just a tiny seven year old. Her beautiful brown locks were always cascading around her shoulders. The cutest little girl you could ever met."

"WHERE IS SHE?"

"Oh, Derek Morgan, you'll have to be patient. You know my rules. If you don't follow them, Little Emily will die. Then I will hunt each one of you down, and bludgeon you all with a hammer. Understood?"

Everyone in the room went quiet, and Clay's smile reappeared. "Good. Now, my first game. Hide and Seek." The faces of the team were befuddled, so Clay continued. "I will give you exactly two riddles. Dr. Reid, as Emily said, figure them out, and she will be saved… for the time being. Right now," he looked around the room he was in. "I am in her bedroom. If you look behind me, you'll see her bloody bed sheets." His grin widened. "Turns out it's her time of the month. But, it was fun. And messy."

Hotch, Derek and Rossi's faces, all filled with anger, stared at the man on the screen with disgust. JJ and Garcia were on the verge of tears, and Reid's have already arrived.

"Get on with it."

"Well, Miss. Jeraue, quite an attitude. But, as you wish. The riddles, when you solve them, will take me to a certain room or space in her house. Emily, is the prize. But, if you don't find her, if the clues lead somewhere else, there will be a consolation prize. Two actually." The faces in the room went blank. Clay continued. "First riddle, and I will wait here until you figure it out, is quite simple. If a yellow house has yellow bricks, a red house has red bricks, and a blue house has blue bricks, what color bricks does the greenhouse have?"

Morgan was the first to answer. He jumped out of his seat triumphantly.

"A greenhouse has no colored bricks. A greenhouse is glass."

The team turned their heads to Clay, who was clapping his hands together. "Well done Agent Morgan. Well done. Now, the room with the most glass in Emily's house is, what?"

This time, Hotch was the one to speak. "The living room."

Clay smiled and picked up the camera. He walked down her staircase and was then standing in the middle of the living room. "One more Agents. The ground is white, the air is white, and the sky is white. The hunters spotted the bear, what color was it?"

This one took some thinking.

Reid's gears were turning in his brain. Morgan was whispering with Garcia, arguing with one another on what the answer could be. Rossi and JJ were still stunned, not knowing what to say, both feeling helpless. Hotch looked Clay in the eye.

"White."

Clay's smiled appeared again. "And why is that Agent Hotchner?"

"The air, ground and sky were white. Has to be somewhere cold. The only bears that can survive the cold - polar bears."

"And Agent Hotchner, what is the whitest, or coldest spot in Emily's house?"

"The dining room."

Clay walked into the next room and turned the camera.

There was a woman revealed. Light green eyes, light brown hair and pale skin.

It was not Emily.

The girl was strapped onto the dining room table. Her hair and body was blood covered. She was in a pair of shorts and a bra. Her mouth was taped and her eyes were blurred with tears. She tried to scream, but the tape muffled her noises. She was roughly fifteen years old.

"Agents, meet Jasmine Prentiss. Emily's baby sister, and your consolation prize."

The team's eyes widened, Garcia's gasps the only sound made.

"Why isn't Emily there?"

"Oh Agent Morgan, you know she is here, just not in the room. You can blame Agent Hotchner for your loss."

As Clay moved closer to the girl, he flipped open an army knife.

"Clay! How an I be wrong! I've been to Emily's house many times and that's the room! I KNOW IT! That room is painted white, the only white room in the house. AND, IT'S ALWAYS FREEZING BECAUSE SHE HATES EATTING IN THE HEAT!"

Clay sat beside Jasmine on the table and stroked her hair, earning more tears from her. "Agent Hotchner, manners. You don't want to make a bad impression on Jasmine, do you? She does have a little resemblance to her older sister, but not the closest. Her hair is too light, her eyes aren't as dark and passionate, and her nose isn't as beautiful. She has too many freckles, and she is a tiny bit aggressive. Emily, on the other hand, was somewhat willing, all to save her baby sister's life. I guess that's not going to happen now right?"

"You touch her and you're dead Clay!"

"Oh my, Miss. Jeraue, what an attitude. Besides, "he turned his attention to the girl and smiled wickedly. "She's practically already dead."

"No!"

The scream came from somewhere inside the house. The team's eyes widened. "Emily?"

Clay set the camera down and they had a perfect view of the living room and part of the kitchen. Emily was standing next to the end table in her living room. Her hair was all over the place, her hands were bound behind her back, and she was only in her bra and underwear. Clay advanced toward her and grabbed her hair. They made their way over to the table and he pushed Emily down into a corner. He once again picked up the camera, but was no longer showing his face. He turned the camera to face the Prentiss sisters. Emily was huddled in the corner, and Jasmine was doing everything to get away.

"Oh Little Emily, all you had to do was be quiet. Jasmine will now suffer for your misbehaving." He inched closer to Jasmine, knife in hand. "Stop it! Please Clay, don't hurt my sister! Please! I'll do anything you want, please!"

"Why do you want her so badly!"

The tears were clear in Emily's eyes. "She's my baby sister. My family is full of politics and nothing was ever fun when I was a kid. Especially what you did to me. But, when Jasmine was born, I had the chance to pull her out of that. I adopted her from my mother, who wanted nothing to do with her. Other than our looks, we are so alike. I love her, Clay."

There was a short pause, the next words were hoarse in her throat.

"If you love me you'll let her go."