Hey!! I can't believe I've had such a long absence... I feel so bad!! Ughh but life has a way of doing that (see footnote). So anyway, I promise I will not abandon this story, I love it too much. I will be trying to make updates as much as I can, but to be honest, I don't know how often they will come. But I will try with all I have to get these chapters out to you guys.

Okay... Disclaimer: I don't own a damn thing, as usual.
Rated T for some language.

Warning: Eventual character death.

Happy reading everyone... I hope this makes up for my lack of updates.

Alone

She can't tell how long she's been running. Ten minutes, maybe twenty. Either way it doesn't look as if she's gotten anywhere. Everything looks the same. The trees around her are a blur, speeding by as she darts through them. The sound of her heartbeat in her ears is deafening and she can barely hear the crunching of dead leaves as her feet move swiftly on the forest ground. The wind stings as it hits her face, causing her eyes to water slightly. It's getting hard to breathe.

So she stops. And she listens… for anything, for voices, for movement. But there is nothing, like all the sounds of the world have evaporated into nothingness. It's an eerie feeling; like you're the only one in existence, alone in a motionless, soundless vacuum.

The sun is beginning to meet the horizon. An orange-red glow is seeping through the trees, the bright beams of light breaking up the vast, dark shadows on the ground. Under different circumstances, it would be quite the sunset.

Deciding she has spent too much time stationary, Emily moves quickly once again. Sprinting again, she tries to listen for any voices over the walkie talkie strapped to her belt. Nothing but quiet static.

No sign of him yet.

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After a while longer, about a hundred feet in front of her, she notices that the woods start to thin out. She can distinguish the off-white structures beyond the edge of the forest to be houses. At first she is confused as to why she doesn't hear any sirens from the police cars that were dispatched to the neighborhood. But having sirens blaring probably wouldn't be very helpful right now, she decides.

Figuring that she should start to make her way inward to close the 'circle' they are attempting to create, she takes a hard right. Despite the feeling that this probably wasn't the best way to go about cornering their unsub, she remains hopeful that all will turn out for the best. Thoughts are fleeting through her mind as she runs, looking either for Morgan, who should be heading in her direction, or the unsub, who could, quite honestly, be anywhere.

There is no one.

Stopping, she turns away from the direction of the houses, trying to see any movement from the direction in which everyone else should be coming from, including the unsub. They should all be heading her way. Right now Emily stands alone, listening and waiting, gun ready should she need it. She glances to her left, in hopes of spotting Morgan making his way to meet her, but he does not appear.

Darkness is falling rapidly.

'Snap.'

She freezes. A sound off to her left has caught her attention.

Morgan… possibly.

'Snap.'

But she can't be certain, so she crouches low behind a nearby tree. Situating herself, kneeling on her right knee, she aims her gun in the direction of the noise.

'Snap.'

All but her eyes are still. It is getting progressively harder to scan the area, as the sun is just about ready to disappear below the horizon. She is breathing heavy, but silently, her heartbeat bellowing in her eardrums.

And the sound persists.

C'mon Morgan, damn it. Say something.

-BEEP- "This is Unit One. All units fall back. I repeat, all units fall back." -BEEP-

The sound of Hotch's voice over her walkie talkie reverberates loudly, catching Emily off guard, startling her. She jumps slightly, almost dropping her weapon. Without looking down, she attempts to quickly find the volume button.

Oh shit. God, be quiet.

Feeling none, she becomes slightly frantic. Focusing her full attention to the walkie talkie, she looks down and grabs it from her belt. With her gun still held loosely in her right hand, she pushes every button she finds.

-BEEP- "This is Unit One. I want verbal confirmations. Start Unit Two." -BEEP-

Fuck. Shut the hell up…

Fumbling with the small contraption, it slips from her grasp, and lands in the leaves.

She reaches down...

'Click.'

"Don't move bitch."

Alrighty then... dun dun dun! Haha sorry, I just love cliffy's!!

I hope that I am not too confusing with how they are trying to surround the unsub... it was kind of difficult to describe it. And I don't know if a trained FBI agent would ever completely lose sight of a possible threat, but hey things happen... people make mistakes...

(As far as my excuse... I met this amazing guy =D so he's been spending any free time I do actually have with him... back in august, I work retail so many many hours working back to school... then my college classes started up... so busy busy busy)

I am trying to be as realistic as I possibly can... so leave me some feedback please... criticism, praise, anything!! Thanks... I hope to update this again soon!!