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Chapter 9

"NOBODY MOVE OR WE KILL HER ON THE SPOT!" The voice rang out over the darkened room, but it couldn't cover up a slight humming noise, as what the team guessed to be the door, opened. Strong, heavy footfalls were heard and Emily heard them getting closer and closer. A metal object was suddenly pressed against her back and her arms were held behind her in one swift motion, clicking on handcuffs. A slight squeal passed her lips before a firm hand was pressed against her mouth to prevent any more noise. She was suddenly picked up and carried away in an unknown direction, away from her colleagues, away from her team and away from her friends.

A sudden sharp scratch was felt in her neck and it only took a few seconds before she was taken over by the darkness.

The lights overhead suddenly burst into life and had to shut their eyes until they readjusted. Sure enough, Prentiss was gone, but as her father had promised the door was wide open.

"Oh, my gumdrop." Garcia whispered as her eyes burned, but she promised herself that she would be strong for her friend until they got her back, "Why did she do that?" She turned to Morgan.

"In her eyes it was all of us, or just her." He explained, "We'll get her back baby girl." JJ looked down the long lit up hallway, lined with dozens of doors on either side.

"Do you think they took her down there?" She voiced the question that many of the team had been thinking.

"They must have." Hotch answered seriously, unholstering his gun, which they hadn't needed before since they hadn't come into contact with anyone, "Garcia stay behind – you're the only one without a gun." He ordered.

"Hold on." Morgan said as he reached down towards his ankle holster and took out his back up firearm and handed it to the tech analyst, "If someone comes towards you don't hesitate to use it okay?" He asked her, which she nodded to, slightly shocked, but in control.

The first thing that registered in Emily's mind when she woke from her drug-induced slumber was that she couldn't move her arms from their place slightly raised by her side.

It took an internal struggle, but she finally managed to crack one eyelid open, then followed with the other. The first thing she noticed was that she was sitting in a chair; her wrists bound to the wooden arms with rope. After wiggling in her place a little she learnt that her legs were held firmly down, probably tied to the chair legs, but her mind was still too hazy from the drugs to recognize this fact.

What now? She asked herself, fully aware of the fact that if anyone came there was nothing she could do to defend herself in her current state. Aside from the fact that she couldn't leave the chair, there was noting in this room to be used as weapon. It was plain, square and small with the same concrete walls and a cynical grey floor.

Even though her rational mind knew it would do no good she struggled against her restraints. They were strongly fastened and there was no way she could get out of them on her own.

Emily wished more than anything that her team were able to save themselves from this concrete prison. Her own pounding headache from earlier was brought to the forefront of her mind and she squeezed her eyes shut trying to escape from the bright lights that she was sure flashed to the throb of her head.

Her eyes opened suddenly as she heard the tinkling of keys behind her and spun her head around, catching the sight of a door in the corner of her eye, but couldn't turn to see any more.

"Look who's finally awake." A chilling voice spoke behind her. One of which that she recognized as her father.

"What do you want from me?" Emily responded as coldly as the feelings were that she felt for this man.

"What do I want?" He repeated her question, walking around her chair slowly. "What. Do. I. Want?" He drew out the sentence. "I want you to pay for what your mother did." He spat at her, leaning forwards to rest his arms on the back of the chair either side of her and put his face near hers.

"What are you talking about?" Emily questioned in the same cold turn as earlier.

"She didn't tell you?" He laughed a short, bitter laugh. "I guess now you'll never know. But she will have to live with the fact that she killed her own daughter." Although Emily knew that the man in front of her was unstable at best she couldn't stop the next words from tumbling from her mouth.

"Her? This is all your doing. I was glad the day you left us and we've never looked back since." The dark-haired agent looked her father in the eye and could see the raging anger there. The man suddenly stepped back and slapped her hard across the face, his ring digging into her flesh. Emily spat blood onto the ground next to her before continuing.

"You think that's going to change anything? Because it won't! Nothing can change what you did and who you are, so the quicker you get that into your head the better." She braced herself for the torrent abuse she would receive for her remark, but was surprised when he didn't react. Mr Prentiss walked behind her and leaned close to whisper into her ear.

"I will not stand you talking to me like this." He spoke harshly, but quietly. "Take her!" He called towards the unseen door and she heard someone step into the room.

"You have brought this on yourself." He told her and walked away. Two men stepped up either die of her and un-did her leg restraints followed by her arms but held on to her so she couldn't get away. They lifted the agent roughly out of the chair, but held tight when she began to struggle. The drugs were still in her system, so Emily felt weaker than normal.

The two men half walked, half carried her into another room where there were thick chains on the wall and swiftly cuffed her arms to them. Emily refused to make a sound to them, so as to not look weak – she could handle herself. It only took the brunette agent a few moments to realize that the chains were not long enough for her to sit down, or rest her arms by her side. This meant that she had to keep switching from holding her arms up and putting all of her weight onto the cuffs around her wrists.

Although in normal circumstances (If you could call them normal) this wouldn't bother her too much, the trauma that her head had suffered meant that she was feeling much more fatigued than normal, and there was nothing she could do about it.


So no one answered the question from the last chapter (I think it was last) If you can't remember what it was, go back and check because I have a clue for you:

The actor that was in the film the quote is from is Paget Brewster (Emily Prentiss)

Hope that helps:)

PS. The first person to guess it right can either ask me anything about what's going to happen in the future of this fanfic, or tell me something that I have to include, Good luck:)