Clay slowly awoke to find himself on top of a sleeping Emily Prentiss. He smiled to himself and stood, zipping up his pants. He quietly made his way to the dinning room.

As he entered the doorway, everything was quiet. Since the music had stopped, all he could hear was the even breathing of his partner on the couch, and the clock, up above the television set, ticking, ticking ticking…

He looked around the dining room. He scanned it at least fifteen times. He looked under the table, behind the shelf's, in all four corners… he found no Jasmine Saveria Prentiss.

He angrily made his way back to the living room and pulled Emily off the couch. She landed on the floor with a thud and immediately woke up. Her hand went to her head, trying to fight off the blinding pain.

Clay knelt down and grabbed her arm. He roughly pulled her in front of the stairwell, picked her up and slammed her against the wall. "Where is she!"

Emily's eyes were wide with fear. "Who?"

"Don't 'who' me you bitch! Where is your sister!"

Emily let her grim smile slip out. "Gone. They're coming to get you Clayton, and there's nothing you can do about it."

"Oh really?"

His hands went around her neck and he stepped back, just out of her reach.

"You think you can strangle me and run? You're a cold hearted man who will NEVER get away! You've done so many bad things, just to get to me. Do you even remember what you did to those women? You stabbed each woman in the stomach fourteen times and you watched them bleed out. But that didn't give you satisfaction, did it? No, not one ounce of it. Strangling is the best way, right? You get to see my face as the life drains out of me? Is that what you think will happen?"

With each word, Clay became more infuriated, and he tightened his grip. Soon enough, just as she ended, he squeezed his hardest, earning a strangled whimper from her. He lifted her off the ground, just a tad, just enough for her feet to come up, off the floor.

She felt weightless as the stars flowed around in her sight. He feet kicked, trying to knock her captor in the knee… anywhere where he would weaken. But it was no use. Her hands were on her throat, clawing at his hands, trying to peel him off. He came closer, and his breath was on her face.

"I though I loved you."

Emily's eyes closed and her heart beat went down. Her feet stopped kicking and he hands fell to her sides.

Clay grabbed her before she dropped, and set her down on the ground. He tried frantically to find a pulse. "Emily! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

He shook her and shook her, but nothing happened. He heard the door open and turned to see Emily's team charging at him, screaming.

"GO, GO, GO!"