A/N Alright, updates are for sure tomorrow. I have no excuse for them to not be there. Sorry if the last chapter was rough. I knew what I wanted, but didn't know how to word it.
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The team was on edge as they waited for the video to load. They were only vaguely aware of what could be happening to Emily at the moment. The UnSub was doing something different with Emily. No one else received videos showing how the victim had been tortured, and that had them a little worried.

They were looking at some of the pictured on their board when they heard a small 'Ping!' noise. They rushed over as the screen started to turn dark. The camera shifted to show a man messing with the camera in front of him.

When the man was done messing with the camera, he stood in front of it smiling. "Hello BAU agents," he said with a huge grin. He moved the camera so a dark figure could be seen. It looks like she's asleep right now," he said in a disappointed voice.

"Asleep!" the figure hissed. The rest of the team stiffened when they realized that it was Emily. "Aaron, this thing is live. He's recording me. See if Garcia can trace the signal."

Reid looked at the screen with a little bit of relief. Emily wasn't dead and was okay enough to speak with her usual tone when she was mad. "If this is live, then Garcia has already gotten that. She'll be trying to get locations known now," he said silently.

Reid didn't say anymore when he saw Emily get slapped after a light was turned on. Everyone turned their heads when a door opened. "Agents-"

The man didn't finish when he saw the video that was playing. "I told you no to speak!" the man in the video growled.

The cop shook his head before speaking again. "Someone has claimed that they're FBI and are insisting to speak to you," he said.

"Claiming?" a voice said outside the room. "I am FBI and I am going in there!" Garcia shoved her way into the room.

Hotch looked at Garcia. "You can go now sir," he said with a sigh. Then cop nodded his head and left the room. "What do you need Garcia? And how did you get over here on such short notice?"

"I took the soonest flight here, and I needed a way to get away from the video that I received and is still playing in my office," Garcia said quickly. She turned her head to the laptop screen when she heard a noise. "And I guess the last part won't be happening though." Her mood dropped instantly when she saw Emily appear.

"Sit back and enjoy the show. I hope you brought something to trace this signal. Emily said that it was live and that you should trace it," Hotch told Garcia.

"What did you think I would do? Go here on vacation?" Garcia asked, pulling out her laptop and opening it up. She quickly started tracing the signal.

Emily looked at the man in front of her with a scowl. "You won't be able to kill me you sick bastard!" she growled. "You'll die before me. You're just an old man!"
The guy in front of her just smiled. "You can't hurt me," he said in an amused voice. "You can't move anything but your mouth with the way you are tied up."

Emily turned her head when she saw a silent crash and a scream of pain. "Time's up," she said with a huge grin. Before the man could say anything, bullets came flying onto Emily's bounds. She stood up and grabbed the man by his collar. "Any last words?"

"Nothing but you're a bitch!" the man spat. He grabbed for Emily's throat, and in one swift movement, she pushed the hand back and pulled him into a deadlock.

The only thing keeping Emily form killing the man struggling beneath her was Morgan. He ran up to Emily and dragged her off of the man, while Hotch went to cuff him. She shrugged out of Morgan's hold and rubbed her wrists. "Damn it!" she cursed under her breath when the pain came to where marks were visible on her wrists.

"We need to get you to a hospital, come on," Hotch said, walking up to Emily after handing the man off to the police.

"You know that there is going to be a fight over this," Emily said with a sigh.

"Emily, I will not take no for an answer. I sat there and watched through a screen as you were tortured and know what you have been through," Hotch said sternly.

"I get to ride in an SUV with you guys. I am not going into an ambulance," Emily said with a frown on her face. She wasn't sure that the guy had actually sent the footage, but that had just answered her.

Morgan walked in front of Emily. "If that's what it takes for you to go to a hospital, you can ride with us," he said. "But we're leaving now."

"Alright," Emily said, and started walking over to the exit.