Morgan had to admit, Tom sure knew how to get things done. As requested they were in the air within the hour, on their way to Colombia, South America. Morgan glanced at the man sitting across from him as he typed away on his laptop. Hotch and Rossi were taking advantage of the down time to get some sleep, but Morgan was too curious about this team and their connection to Emily and he was hoping to get some insight.

"What are you doing?"

Tom paused and looked up from his laptop. "I'm looking at a satellite image of the Rojas and Moreno compounds. A lot has changed since we were last in Colombia."

"Like what?" Morgan was genuinely curious.

Tom sat forward and moved his laptop so that Morgan could see. "The Moreno compound has become significantly larger. See these buildings?" Morgan nodded his head. "Those weren't there before. And the walls around the compound have expanded."

"His competition has been gone for eleven years." Morgan ventured.

"Yes, though I'm a little surprised no one else has tried to move in. This is the Rojas property." He pointed to a smaller plantation a few miles from the Moreno compound.

"They're closer than I thought." Morgan was surprised. "How did that happen?"

"They both inherited the land from their families. At one time they were both legitimate plantations; at least one of them is again."

"Emily and Nicholas knew Rojas from their undercover work." Morgan stated, hoping to prompt Tom into discussing some of his partner's past.

The team leader's eyes grew distant for a moment. "Back then, Andres was the big-dog drug lord of the region and it was rumored that he was funding terrorists in the Middle-East. Juan-Carlos Moreno was small potatoes back then. Nick and Emily's cover, Ryan and Deanna Paige, were as weapons suppliers. They were gathering intel on Andres, trying to determine if he truly was involved in terrorist funding."

"And was he?"

"They hadn't found anything substantial before his death. Ironically, when Juan-Carlos' organization grew, the CIA did find evidence that he was funding Eastern European terrorists."

Morgan nodded and grew quiet for a moment, processing what he had just learned. "Ryan and Deanna Paige. Brother and sister?"

With a smirk Tom went back to studying the screen as he replied. "No, husband and wife."

He frowned when he noticed something odd and zoomed in the satellite image. A small path from the Rojas property to the Moreno compound, almost too small to see and he very nearly missed it.

"What? What do you see?" Morgan questioned as he peeked around the screen for a closer look.

Tom smiled at Morgan. "Nothing, Agent Morgan. You should really get some sleep."

"What about you and Samantha?" Morgan gestured to the cockpit, where Samantha was piloting the small jet.

"I'll relieve Sam in a few hours so she can get some rest."

"So, do you all know how to fly?" At Tom's nod, Morgan pressed, "Even Prentiss?"

Tom smiled slightly at Morgan's question and nodded his head again. He paused for a moment, studying the agent as if trying to make up his mind. Morgan held his gaze, silently willing the man to give him more information.

"She speaks fondly of you." Morgan raised an eyebrow at Tom's comment.

"Of all of you." Tom amended. "But I know you've come to mean a great deal to her in the last few months, since…" He trailed off, knowing he didn't have to remind Derek Morgan of the torture she endured at the hands of Tony Michaels.

"What about Nicholas?"

"I don't believe I've heard him speak fondly of you, Agent Morgan."

Morgan snorted at the remark before sobering once more. "What I mean is… is he and Emily…"

"I know what you mean." Nick and Emily's complicated relationship was not his story to tell. She was already going to be freaked out that the two teams were working together.

"She told me she was going to visit her mom. Why did she lie?"

Tom knew only too well the guarded nature of his friend. It was a quality she had possessed long before the CIA made its mark on her soul. In the years since, she had become a master of dissembling. "Get some sleep, Derek."

He smiled slightly as the agent stood up, looking slightly disgruntled, and moved towards the back of the jet.

His vibrating phone startled him and he frowned at the unfamiliar number. "Kohler."

"Tom, it's me!"

He sat up straight, nearly knocking his laptop from the table. "Shit, are you okay? Is Bambi with you?"

"She's right here, we're both fine. We just want to get the hell outta here. We're in Buenaventura, Andres brought us here."

"We know; we're on our way and should be there by morning. How the hell did you get involved with Moreno?"

Nick seemed distracted by the noises Tom could hear in the background and for a moment he didn't answer.

"Rojas' men are here for us now; we need to go. I'll call you when I can."

"Wait! Where are you in Buenaventura?"

"The Grand Hotel in mid-town. I gotta go."

Tom hung up the phone and it was a moment before he realized that he was surrounded by Rossi, Hotch and Morgan. "They're both okay." He watched the tension drain from their bodies, and he knew that same tension was slightly alleviated in him as well. He punched a number into the phone.

"Who are you calling? Did they tell you what's going on?" Hotch demanded.

"He didn't have time, Andres men were there for them."

"You didn't talk to Prentiss?" Morgan asked.

He ignored them as Dean answered the phone. "We have a location. I need you to book us rooms at the Grand Hotel in Buenaventura."

"I was right, wasn't I?" Andres asked without preamble as Nick and Emily entered his cabin. Enzo discreetly closed the door behind them and left for the kitchen, while the pair followed Andres into the living room.

With a sigh, Nick stole a glance at Emily before he began. "Yeah, you were. He took us to one of the locations where he keeps the girls. None of them spoke, so we couldn't verify that they were American or that they came from that homeless shelter in Los Angeles."

Nick sank into one of the couch cushions as he began to detail the events of the past day and a half to Andres. As he spoke, he was amazed that they had only been here for two full days. Well, only conscious for two days, anyway. It seemed like it had been weeks since the night he'd spent with Emily, not just four nights ago. He glanced up as she paced around the room. He was pretty sure she wasn't listening to the conversation and he couldn't help the concern he felt. He knew this was a world that she no longer wanted. She had long ago grown weary of all the dubious shades of grey that made up the world of espionage.

He reached up and grabbed Emily's arm as she passed him. With a slight tug, he urged her to join him on the couch. With a sigh, she plopped down next to him and intertwined her hand with his.

Nick gave her hand a squeeze then turned to Andres. "How do you want us to proceed? You still haven't told us what your end game is."

"Javier is a pedazo de mierda. I didn't think anyone could be worse than his father, but I was wrong." Andres turned in his seat and yelled for Enzo to bring them refreshments.

"Okay, we get it. You don't get along with the Moreno family, but what are your intentions." Emily released Nick's hand as Enzo entered the room with cold bottles of beer. She waved him away, but Nick and Andres both grabbed a bottle. "Your true intentions; not some bullshit story about trafficking."

"Ryan's right, you are the brains of the business. My men and I have been preparing to take the Moreno compound. We hit a snag when we realized he was trafficking girls. We needed to know where he was getting his supply and where he's keeping them before he sells them. I don't want any loose ends once the takeover is complete."

Emily jumped to her feet and began pacing again. Andres watched her for a moment, before turning to Nick. "Are we going to have a problem?"

Nick watched Emily's pacing stop in front of the fireplace. "So, you used us to find where he's keeping the girls?" At Andres nod, he continued. "We have one more meeting to see a second facility Thursday morning."

"Good. You have a phone now with GPS. Map where they take you and see if you can get them to take you back to the first place. Unless… Deanna, did you see enough to remember how to get there?" Andres looked at Emily who was still studying the photos that lined the mantel above the fireplace.

"If she can't remember, we'll convince Javier to take us back." Nick also turned to Emily, concerned that she wasn't participating in the conversation.

Emily heard them talking about her, but her entire focus was on the picture in front of her. Slowly, she reached out and plucked the photo from the mantel. She assumed an inquisitive mask as she slowly moved toward the drug lord.

"Andres, who is this woman with you?" She held out the photo for Nick and Andres to see.

Nick looked from the photo to Emily as he stamped down his astonishment. The photo she held was of Andres with his arm around the same woman they had watched Santiago passionately kiss through a coffee shop window, only a few short hours ago. Emily gave him a knowing look as he digested this information and the ramifications it might bring.

"Why that's my niece, Isabella. Isn't she a beauty?" Andres beamed down at the photo, his eyes sparkled with joy.

"Yes, she is." Emily agreed as she returned the photo to the mantel.

"She doesn't know of my intentions. I'm afraid she won't be happy with me if she discovers I've taken over the Moreno compound."

"If?" Emily questioned.

"I don't see any reason for her to know. Do you?" Andres eyes narrowed at Emily.

"Nope. She definitely won't hear it from us." Emily looked to Nick who nodded at Andres.

"Good." Andres stood up and placed his beer bottle on the end table. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a key and tossed it to Nick. "So Enzo doesn't have to sneak you out of the hotel whenever you visit. The car is yours while you're here."

He gestured for Nick and Emily to follow as he led them outside and around the corner of the cabin, to a dark green sedan. "It can't be traced back to me. In fact, it belongs to a rental company that is owned by a contact of Enzo's."

"Enzo certainly has some useful contacts" Emily murmured as she opened the passenger door.

Andres chuckled as he helped her into the car. "Mi querida, you have no idea."

"Tom and the team already knew where we were and they're on their way here." Nick was leaning against the wall next to the shower, the stall door cracked so he could talk to Emily as she showered. "They should be here in the morning."

"That's a relief. Did they say anything about the BAU?" This was the first opportunity they have had to discuss the brief phone call Nick shared with Tom before Enzo showed up at their door. Neither of them trusted that the car Andres had loaned them wasn't bugged.

Nick quickly glanced in the shower. Emily seemed relieved that the Calvary was on their way. "Let me try again, while you have the shower going."

He fished the cell phone from his pocket and dialed Tom's number. The phone rang, but never picked up. He tried Samantha's cell with the same affect. He sent Tom a text and finally called Dean. The phone went straight to voicemail. "Hey, it's me. We're both okay. Since I'm able to leave you a voicemail, I'm assuming you're back in L.A. and not with Tom on the way here. No need to call back, since we're pretty sure this room is bugged. Talk to you soon."

Emily opened the shower door the rest of the way, the water still running behind her. "Can you hand me that towel."

Nick cleared his throat and grabbed the towel from the rack and handed it to her. "Isabella. This is a cluster-fuck waiting to explode. What do you think her involvement is? Or do you think she's involved at all?"

Emily wrapped the towel around her body and pulled her hair from its ponytail, running her fingers through its length as she tossed the band onto the sink. "I don't know. And I don't like that I don't know. She probably doesn't have anything to do with this. Just got involved with the wrong guy. Been there, done that."

"Yeah, let's not go there."

Emily rolled her eyes at him and moved to the double vanity. "Andres is about to start a hostile take-over and Javier has no idea. It's going to be a bloody drug war."

Stepping behind her, Nick kissed the top of her shoulder then regarded her through the large mirror above the vanity. "It's not going to come to that. We won't let it come to that." He paused as he saw a single tear fall down her cheek. He turned Emily to face him, and wiped the tear away with his thumb as he cupped her face. "Hey, talk to me."

"Do you think he was a cop?" Nick's eyebrows furrowed in confusion at her question, and then it finally hit him and he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

"Hey, don't go there, Em." He whispered in her ear. "I'm sorry you had to be the one to pull the trigger, but you did what you had to do."

He felt her head nod against his chest. "That doesn't make it any easier." Her soft words were muffled.

Nick kissed the top of her head as he tightened his embrace. Her breath tickled his skin, then suddenly her lips lightly brushed his neck and her fingers fumbled with his belt.

"Emily…" He removed her hands from his belt and she made a noise of frustration.

She shook off his hands and wrapped her arms around his neck. "No talking," she demanded. Drawing him back to her, she kissed him hard. Nick paused only for a moment before he acquiesced, opening his mouth to her probing tongue.

Emily broke the kiss and finished unbuckling his belt. "Make me forget today." She pleaded as she unbuttoned his jeans and slipped her hand inside his boxer-briefs.

He groaned as she firmly stroked him. He knew she wanted this for the wrong reason, but he could never deny her. She was his weakness. He tugged the towel from her body, lifted her onto the vanity and moved between her legs. She pushed his jeans and underwear down to his thighs and dug her fingers into the flesh of his ass as she pulled him closer to her.

Pressing against her, Nick entered her in one swift motion. Emily's gasp was stifled when Nick claimed her mouth with a demanding kiss. She wrapped her arms and legs around Nick's body, lifting her hips to his, meeting his frantic pace. He watched her nipples pebble as they rubbed against the rough fabric of his shirt with each movement, and he longed to take one in his mouth.

Each thrust seemed to push her closer to the edge and she cried out as she clutched him in desperation. At her cry, Nick slowed his pace with each stroke and Emily lifted her hips higher, pressing against him to intensify the union. With the slower pace, Nick finally lowered his head to her breasts; taking a nipple into his mouth, he nipped and sucked at the sensitive bud until she was writhing beneath him.

A low, breathy moan was Nick's only warning before Emily climaxed violently, her moan turning to strangled gasps as her body jerked with each spasm. After the last orgasm wracked her body, she collapsed against him and he held her trembling body as she struggled to catch her breath.

She nodded that she was okay, and he kissed her temple before he pulled out of her. He lifted her gently from the counter and turned her around, pressing her against the vanity. With his knees, Nick nudged her legs open and slid into her, quickly building to a steady rhythm.

A low moan emitted from Emily that was tinged with desperation. She turned to look at Nick over her shoulder. "Harder!"

Nick met her large, dark eyes as they pleaded with him. He suppressed his apprehension as he dug his fingers into her hips and pushed his full weight against her, slamming her into the vanity. A small whimper from Emily caused him to falter.

"Don't stop." She ordered, clenching her walls around him as she pressed her ass against him, encouraging him to continue.

Nick pulled nearly out of her before pushing into her again. This time there was no hesitation as he began pounding into her, each forceful thrust pushing her painfully into the unforgiving granite. The whimpering beneath him was interjected with pleas to thrust harder. He wasn't sure which was more disturbing to listen to, because neither sounded like Emily. With a slight shake of his head, he hardened his resolve to give her what she needed from him. He moved his hand from her hip, up her body, and cupped a breast, squeezing hard.

With a moan, she raised a hand to the mirror to anchor her and pushed back against him. Nick could feel her body tighten beneath him and he rolled her nipple between his fingers, pushing her over the edge. Emily's second orgasm hit hard and sudden and her walls throbbed around him. He moved his hand back to her hip and gave one final thrust as he finally climaxed inside her.

Panting, he placed a light kiss on her back before he pulled out of her. He turned her around and tilted her head up with a finger under her chin. The conflict he saw in her eyes was a mirror of his own emotion. He kissed her gently, his lips lingering over hers. "Are you okay?"

Emily nodded her head and then buried her face in the crook of his neck. He held her for a moment before she finally moved away from him. Nick swallowed a lump, hating himself as he let her go.

Several minutes later, she watched Nick as he watched her exit the bathroom. Concern was etched clearly on his face as she walked stiffly towards the bed. He drew back the sheet for her as she joined him and noted the bruises forming where he had pinned her against the granite counter. She settled herself under the covers and waited, fearing the questions simmering in his mind.

"Do you want to talk about what just happened?" His voice was soft, almost hesitant and she closed her eyes and shook her head.

How could she explain? How do you tell a man you were using his body to punish yourself? Would he understand that she wanted the lust, pleasure and especially the pain to distract her from the overwhelming guilt that was trying to consume her?

"Can we…just go to sleep?" Emily rolled onto her side and winced at the pain that caused. Tenderly, she positioned herself in a more comfortable position and drew the covers to her neck. She heard Nick sigh behind her. He turned off the lamp and turned towards her, listening to her softly breathing.

"Are we okay?" He asked softly into the darkness.

She reached behind her; her fingers groping blindly until she found his hand. She squeezed it gently. "We are."

A/N - I know it's been a while since my last update, so thank you to everyone who's still with me. And a special thanks to those who reviewed the last chapter.

The final scene of this chapter was one of my toughest to write. A big shout-out to kp4377 for being a great sounding board and providing the subtle kicks in the ass to get this chapter finished. ;)

pedazo de mierda - Piece of shit

Mi querida - My dear