Reid sat in one of the rolling office chairs and just went back and forth between each board. He had his serious, focus face on, the one where if you tried talking to him he wouldn't hear you. "Reid do you have something?' JJ asked, but he didn't acknowledge. "Reid!" he put up a single finger and continued reading the paper in his hand.

"We've got this all wrong. We so off our game because we're focused on finding Emily and Derek but right now we need to get our heads in this."

They all nodded in agreement and shame. Their worrying had made things worse for their friends. "Reid please tell me you found something," JJ almost pleaded.

"Nick would never been able to smuggle that Oxycodone out like that. Oxy is a contained drug. He doesn't have the skills or the patience to steal something like that. I bet you one hundred percent that the person we are looking for is on the original suspect list. Who found the car again?"

"Rick Colson, but I can not see him doing this," Chief said.

"And why is that?" Reid asked standing up.

He hesitated. "Because he is a good man, his wife is pregnant and all he does is take care of her. Like I said before, she is always in and out of that hospital with that baby."

"Baby…. She's pregnant…"

"What?" Hotch asked.

"Uh… Chief what is her job?"

"She's a -" his face dropped. "She's a nurse," he looked down and shook his head. "I'm sorry I should have known."

"The liver, that's what this is all about. Like is said before as well, the liver has a great amount of vitamins and is the healthiest to eat. It has folic acid, an especially important member of the B vitamin family for pregnant women. I'm guessing animal livers weren't doing the trick seeing as how she was still in the hospital. They moved on to people and apparently it's working."


Her head was still not facing him. He couldn't tell if she was awake or not. She wasn't talking or moving, besides the small distance her chest rose after every breath. "I'm not sure if we are going to make it through this or not but I feel that if I don't say this now I never will. I'm not saying goodbye, I don't want to say those words. It may not be the end for you and I so here it goes." He gazed up at the dirty ceiling and took a moment. "Emily when I first met you, you were new to the team. You were replacing my old partner so it was hard for me. But you… You were amazing at the job and at just being you. We became great friends maybe more, I don't know. We've been through a lot these past six years and all I have to say to that is that I love you. I love you and if we get out I will wrap you in my arms and not let go, ever."

He closed his eyes and shook his head. She needed to wake up or move. She just needed to do something to show him that she was alright.

Emily had tears in her eyes. She had never known Derek felt that way about her. Not knowing what to say she didn't say anything at all. She continued staring at the blank wall and imaged herself at home. She couldn't live like this anymore, tired, and scared, alone.

Something inside of her was telling her that they weren't going to make it. If the team ever found them it would be too late.

All she wanted to do was curl up in a little ball and hug herself. She hurt more than she though possible. What ever Lisa poured in her arm sent her over the edge. The last thing she remembered before passing out were the voices in her head screaming at her. Her arms and legs shook and head felt as if it were going to explode.

She was not only physically exhausted but mentally as well. She just wanted this over. Hadn't they been through enough already?

The salty liquid fell and smeared her face. "I can't escape this now unless you show me how."

"What? Emily?"

"I'm lost. I just don't understand anything anymore. You told me to stay strong and hold on to everything I could, but I just can't do this anymore. I'm tired," she said finally looking at him in the eyes.

"What are you saying?"

"I need a reason to hold on, a reason to not let go. I'm asking you for a reason."

He was speechless. He didn't expect it to ever come to this.

Sighing she took a deep breath. "This is it. We've hit the end of the road."

"Em-"

"We've fought for of life and we've done one hell of a job. I've loved spending the last two weeks with you, besides the situation. It's been a pleasure working with and knowing you. The war is over and we can finally let it be. It is what it is," she said quickly trying to be calm.

"Emily cut the professional crap and just tell me how you really feel."

The water pooled in her eyes so she blinked and let them spill. "When I was dyeing a year and a half ago, when I was on the floor with you over me I….. I wanted to die. I thought death was the only way out, the only way to end both mine and the teams suffering. Now- now I'm not ready. I want to live and I want to get out of here. I want to see the team, and I want to be with you. I do."

He didn't know what to say.

"I heard you, I was listening, and over the years I have realized how much I like you….. I do love you."

Derek turned his head as she turned her. "I remember."

"What?"

"The kiss, I remember. I'll never forget it." He reached out his restrained hand as far as he could. Emily stretched out hers as well and grabbed on.

"We've made our mark on this Earth; we've lived our lives to the fullest. I'm glad my last moments are with you."

"I'm your reason. I'm why you should hold on."

The hatch swung open and clumps of snow slid in. They closed their eyes, they were ready to die.

Emily felt hands at her feet. She looked up and saw Rick untying her. "What are you doing?"

"Shut up." He untied both feet and both hands. Rick jerked her off the table and walked her to the other wall.

"What? Stop please!"

"Don't touch her! Let her go!"

Rich dropped her and walked up the Derek. "It's time for me and you to have a serious talk."

Derek's POV:

I looked into her glistening eyes. The beauty was masked by terror. She hugged her trembling knees and tried to hide in the corner. The man whom I know was death in disguise mischievously stared my way. The sleek knife tore every fiber holding my shirt together. Cutting it off at the neck line I knew what horrors awaited me. The cool blade pressed on my numb abdomen. The edge breaking skin, blood trickling out. "Can't take it, the girl gets it," the man whispered.

I close my eyes and bite my lip as the knife slowly slips in and out. The voices in my head scream at me to yell stop, but I know if I do she would die. My restrained arms and legs thrash trying to break free.

"Stay still… the blade will go in so much easier." He pulled it out and let it drip.

Instead of stabbing me again in another place he went back into the previous cut. My muscles cried out as he jiggled the knife from side to side. My thoughts of freedom and safety eluded me, for the thoughts of death entered. Was it my only way out of the hell whole or was I going to have to fight my way out?

That feeling you have when you get stabbed isn't so much of the unbearable pain, but of when it was all going to be over.

I know for a fact that if she could walk she would have pounced ages ago, to try and save me. But then again I know I would have to watch her die.

Without even thinking I whisper, "No. don't, no!" the words slip from my lips to easily. What was I doing? The second the words escaped my mouth I had guarantied her death would come soon.

"Ok, I see how it is."

"No that's not what I meant! I wasn't talking to you!"

Emily's wet face lifted from her knees and looked up. How could he do that to her? He knows that if it were her up there she wouldn't have said a word.

"Wait no! Please no, take me instead!" I begged. "I made a mistake!"

"We had a deal and you broke it, oh well." He walked over to Emily and threw down the knife. "I have something else planned for you," he smiled. He grabbed her arm and forcefully pulled her up. She almost clasped when putting presser on her foot.

"How could you!" she yelled. "I've had your back this whole time!"

"Don't worry I'll take good care of her." He walked her up the stairs and across the way to an old rundown barn. "I can see you are fond of large dogs," he joked. Opening the barn door two, large Rottweiler's stood chained to poles on each side of her. "They are really attracted to blood," he said throwing her in.

She crawled as fast as she could to back wall. "Good luck," Rick said letting them loose. "Be back soon."

The dogs seemed to walk in sink as they got closer. She franticly looked around. This was a barn; there should be some kind of tool around. She glanced back and realized they were inches away. Their heavy breath pounded her face. Their white teeth stained with red. Blood. Emily closed her eyes and kept a steady breath. She needed to stay calm, and then maybe they would leave her alone. Her left hand slid under the crunchy hay. She pushed it further and further until she ran into a large metal piece.

Wrapping her fingers around it she carefully slid it out. She peered down at the tire iron and started thinking up a plan. Attack. She swung the tire up over head and hit one of them square in the jaw. It hurried back whimpering. The other one immediately attacked her armed hand. Seeing as how that arm was the one she had injured in the crash it tasted of blood. The dog wanted a taste and wasn't going to take no for an answer.

I lay there hating myself for what I have done. I gave her to him. I begin to pull at the restraints again but I am not longer strong enough to pull through. I can suddenly hear her distant screams.

Why me?! Why her?! She is like a magnet to pain and trouble. What did we ever do to disserve this? I think back to Hotch and how he would say no one dissevers this, it just happens. We already went through enough in the forest. It was entirely my fault… again. Emily knew there was something up with this guy and I wouldn't listen to her. I thought help had finally arrived.

I started this mess, and I had to finish it.

Emily continuously beat the shit out of the dog but it just wouldn't let go. She pulled her good foot back and kicked its font legs out from under it. It fell letting go. Her arm retreated to her side and began to shake. While it was still down she struck the Rottweiler on its temple. It didn't get up so she beat it once more for luck.

She smiled breathing her lungs out. She had done it but there was still one more. The one she had hit in the jaw had stayed back while the other fought. Now it was his turn. She cursed under her breath and braced herself for the fight to come.

Every minute seemed like an hour. I was loosing blood fast, and without my shirt I was going to freeze so much faster. When was he going to come back? Was he ever? What was he doing to her? All the questions jumbled in my head giving me a headache. I was done, and there was nothing else I could do. What was done was done. 'See you soon Em," I mumble as I close my eyes waiting for the blackness to consume me.