Emily sighed as she reached into the trashcan and picked up the torn pieces of paper. She quickly taped them back together before handing it over to an upset Penelope. "Sweetie, it's fixed. What's the list of?"

Penelope immediately took the paper from her brunette friend's hand and glared at her blond employer before turning to the rest of her friends. "This, my pretties, is a list of all missing children in the Virginia and D.C area that match the description of Jack and the little girl he talked about. Her name is Zoey Cooper, and she's also a little blond girl just like Jack. Well, Jack's not a girl but you know what I mean! ANYWAY! She's eight years old and is pale with eyes just like our little Jackson."

Hotch nodded before biting the tip of his thumb. A nervous habit he had picked up from his brunette subordinate. "Who else is on the list, Garcia?"

"Four year old Kaley Hillens, five year old twins Rachel and Joshua Barnes, ten year old Sheldon Pollan, nine year old Katherine Vinnes, six year old Stewart Parsons, seven year old Johnny Gibson, five year old Carrie Tapia, our own little Jackie-Pooh, eleven year old Glenn Brooks and his four year old sister Megan, Emily Romes who's only two years old and last but not least, seven year old Ashton Mills."

Emily bit her lip before slowly walking away from the group and over to the break room, feeling the team's eyes on her before going back to the missing children. She felt herself begin to pick at her fingernails relentlessly as a strong body came behind hers and wrapped their arms around her waist. "Bryan I just need som-"

"Space?"

Emily shook her head as she turned in his arms. "Reassurance that he's ok."

Bryan slowly nodded before hugging her tight, feeling her fists clench his shirt as she breathed heavily into his chest. He kissed her soft hair and rubbed his strong hands over her back before he felt her pull away. He looked down into her eyes to see them wide with slight bags underneath, her lips slightly ajar as she looked up to him. "Emily?"

"I need it."

His eyebrows shot up as he felt her fists unclench and her hands rub up his chest.

"I need it, Bryan. I need a pipe."

Bryan immediately shook his head, and Emily let her tears fill into her big brown eyes. "Please, please Bryan! I just need one, please! I need it to help me get through this. I can't get my mind off of it, Bryan. And unless I have one I'm not gonna be able to focus on this case!"

The older man sighed as he ran his fingers through her hair. "Emily, you know that's not a good idea."

"Bryan, you're making me quit cold turkey!"

Bryan sighed as Emily's fingers crept down to his waistband and played with his belt. His eyes widened slightly as he heard her husked voice, and looked around to make sure no agents were watching. "You give me what I need, and I'll make it worth your wile."

"Emily, I can't."

Emily laid a hot kiss to his neck before feeling his rough hands encase her arms. Her breathing remained steady but her eyes went wider as his lips went to her ear. "Emily, you are in a federal building and surrounded by your fellow agents. You really don't want to do this now."

She felt a tear slip down her cheek as he let go of her, and felt him pull her to his side as a new voice erupted in front of her. "Emily, is he bothering you?"

Emily immediately shook her head as her fingers began to tap on her opposite elbow. "N-no, everything's fine Hotch. I'm just w-worried about Jack and all the other kids."

Hotch shook his head as he watched his subordinate rub her hands up and down her arms repeatedly. "Then why are you crying?"

"Allergies?"

Hotch licked his top lip before wiping his fingers across his sweating brow. "Ok Emily, I need to speak with you for a moment."

Emily slowly nodded her head and squeezed Bryan's hand before following her supervisor up into the conference room. She watched as he locked both doors before turning to her. She winced as his fists slammed down onto the roundtable. "Emily, I need you focused on this case. This is my SON we're talking about!"

"I know that Ho-"

"And what the hell is with the guy? Is he your boyfriend or not, because either way he should not be present during this case. He's interfering, Emily!"

Emily's eyes widened as she felt her arm twitch. "He's not doing anything! How the hell can he be interfering with this case? He has not done ONE thing that could be considered interfering."

Hotch watched as Emily's breathing sped up and her eyes returned to their normal size. Her fingers began to itch the waistband of her jeans and her foot incessantly tapped on the ground. "Oh Emily…"

Emily bit her lip as she looked down to the ground before feeling tears prick her eyes once again. "What?"

"What drug are you addicted to?"

Her head immediately shot up to see his sympathetic eyes staring towards her, and her bottom lip trembled as she shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know what you're talking about, Hotch."

Hotch shook his head as he walked up to her and quickly wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

Emily felt her breath catch in her throat as she slowly reached up and hugged him around the waist, her short fingernails digging into his suit jacket. "I'm already getting help."

"Emily, you're going through signs of withdrawal. This isn't looking good, and it looks like you've quit co-"

"Cold turkey. Yeah, I know."

Hotch let her quietly weep into his shirt before leaning back and wiping her tears. "We have to get back to work, Emily. Do you think you can handle it?"