While clambering into the back of the black SUV with Spencer, Rosemary had not intended to lean too hard on her injured wrist- but as soon as it happened, the domino effect could not be stopped. She yelped and jerked her hand away from the pleather seat, losing her balance and jolting forward. As Spencer turned to see what was the matter, their heads collided.

Immediately both were apologizing, Rosemary trying to ignore the doubling of pain from two areas of her body as she rambled.

"Everything okay back there?" came the amused voice of J.J. from the from seat, her blonde head turning to look back at the pair.

"Fine," they responded in unison, which earned Spencer an interested look from his colleague. She quickly turned back around as Morgan pulled away from the curb, the car zooming away down the street.

"Gosh, your forehead is all red right there," Spencer muttered reticently, his finger reaching to lightly graze Rosemary's skin near the hairline. She felt her face warm up at the contact, but she forced herself to shrug as if it hardly bothered her.

"Now, Rosemary, we're going to drive to the location you turned up at after escaping the warehouse," J.J. said from the front seat, glancing back at the brunette. "What we're going to do is have you backtrack from there so we can hopefully locate the warehouse. I know you said you ran for a while, but chances are you didn't get incredibly far from your starting point."

"What is he's there?" Rosemary suddenly asked, growing nervous. "I don't think it's so safe to go back to that place..."

Reid glanced at her in deep concern, pressing his lips together.

"Our team is more than capable of taking care of him if he happens to be in the same location," J.J. assured her. "But chances are that the unsub has been moving locations- we don't doubt he's smart enough to have kept on the go."

"Right," Rosemary nodded, putting on a brave front. She hated herself for continually doubting her safety, their abilities... but it was hard when just a few days before she had almost no hope of being alive for much longer.

"Does this area look familiar to you, Rosemary?" Morgan spoke from the driver's seat, the car slowing in the commercial area. Rosemary looked out the window, frowning as she tried to remember.

Then the memory of standing down the street by that very cafe occupied by people enjoying lunch outside hit her, and she knew exactly where she was.
"There," she whispered. Swallowing to parch her suddenly dry throat, she raised her voice so she could be heard. "There, just down the street. I was standing there and then I passed out."

Spencer watched her in grim curiosity as she stared out the window. His eyes seemed to wonder just how she held herself together like this as she neared a location he knew she would be trying to forget for the rest of her life.

"I'm gonna park and then we're going to try and backtrack from where you were last standing, all right?" Morgan asked as he pulled the SUV over.
"I think I can remember where I came from," Rosemary agreed, her stomach clenching up.

The sleek black SUV was put in park and the four got out, including Hotch and Blake from the SUV in front of them. They stood along the sidewalk and Rosemary stepped forward to the curb, pointing.

"I blacked out there," she noted, her hair ruffling in the slight wind. "But I came from... that direction. I was running.. I remember, the sewer I came out of was over there."

She was oblivious to the team surrounding her now, hurrying along the pavement to make it further down the street. Soon shecaught sight of it- the hole in the ground that had saved her life.

The agents had caught up to her by then, catching her attention.

"Are you able to recall which direction you came from before you exited the sewers?" Hotch questioned as he came up beside her.

Rosemary frowned, stuck in her head. "I ran straight for a long time, and based on the direction I exited, I must have been running north from there."
She gestures and the agents exchanged looks.

"Let's get back in the cars and follow the road straight until we find something," Hotch ordered, everyone turning to get back to the vehicles.

"That was helpful, right?" Rosemary whispered in Spencer's direction, dark eyebrows furrowed.

"We know what direction we're going in, which is better than where we started, so yes," he reassured her as they (much more carefully) got into the SUV.


After about fifteen minutes of driving, a rusty looking abandoned warehouse came into view.

"That's gotta be it," Morgan announced, making a turn towards the weed-covered lot.

Rosemary began to worry her bottom lip, her wrist throbbing again under the cast. She had five federal agents with her, she reminded herself. They'd be in and out in a jiffy.

Both SUVs parked once more and everyone got out, taking precautions as they approached the building.

"Reid, stay back with Rosemary so we can confirm it's safe to enter," J.J. commanded with a look in the younger agent's direction. He nodded and the others moved forward, looking for an accessibly entrance with guns in hand.

Rosemary watched in nervous anticipation as they all quickly disappeared inside the warehouse, letting her lip free of the sharpness of her teeth.

"All clear," Reid told her as he listened through his earpiece, gesturing for her to walk forward. Rosemary licked her lips and moved her shaking legs, the pair making it past the entrance two of the agents had disappeared through. Inside it smelled as musty as Rosemary's senses remembered, and there was no bright lighting apart from some emergency red lights and the constant dripping of water from unused pipes.

Spencer clicked on his flashlight to lead them through the echo-inducing corridors, passing stock rooms and what seemed to be an emergency exit.

"Is any of this familiar?" he asked, glancing back at her as they walked onward.

"No, I don't think I was in this area," she replied, shaking her head. "When I escaped the room I was in, I found a room full of pipes and electrical controls. If we can find that, I think I can lead us to the right place."

Suddenly a figure emerged from the room to the left, and Rosemary held back a shriek as Spencer shined the flashlight on Morgan.

"We're over here," he told the two, his eyes flickering over Rosemary. She pretended she hadn't just almost had a break down out of fright, following Spencer into the room where the other agents waited.

"We need to be looking for the electrical room, that's where Rosemary escaped into the underground sewers," Spencer confirmed, and the team members frowned in thought.

"If I'm right, that pipe right here should lead us straight to it," Reid added, pointing towards higher up on the wall. "See those exposed wires? They seem to follow the path of this pipe, maybe a few others."

"Then let's go, we don't have any time to waste," Hotch decided, flashlights aiming towards the back exit of the room to keep following the path.

After a few more minutes of walking, Rosemary's limbs stiffening at even the slightest sound (which Spencer noticed easily), they reached a new corridor, with dim, flickering lights and Rosemary stopped in her tracks.

"This is it," she alerted them, a cold jolt running through her body. "To the left is the way to the electrical right- right is where the room was that I was held in."
"We'll split up," Hotch ordered, turning back towards the group of agents. "Blake and J.J., come with me to the electrical room. Morgan, take Reid and Rosemary to the room. Look for that camera and we'll see if we can get it down."

Everyone nodded in understanding of his instructions and the group split in half. As Rosemary walked, the dim corridor played upon her frightened subconscious. A shadow up ahead made her do a double take, he eyes expecting the golden-masked man to reveal himself. But, of course, it was nothing.

The metal door was down, different from Rosemary's last view of it.

"I tried to trap him back in here when I escaped, but he got out. I don't know how."

"He probably had his own remote hooked up to the door controls so that while the buttons could lock someone in from the outside, he also had a means of getting out in case he himself got caught in there," Spencer explained softly, stepping towards the green and red buttons on the small panel.

"Of course," Rosemary said bitterly. "He was too smart for anyone to trap him in."

She jumped as the metal door gave a shake before sliding upward. She glanced at Spencer, who gave her an apologetic look, gesturing towards the button he'd pressed. Morgan waited with his gun held in front of him, Rosemary on edge as she waited to see what would be held within.

"What the hell is this?" Morgan asked with a troubled frown, lowering his gun at the scene before them.