"Drive faster!" JJ insisted.

"I can't without running of the road, we will get there I promise," Hotch said trying to stay calm. "We've got him, and we will get them. We've only minutes away."

They sped down the icy road ready to hop out at any moment. They had most of the police station with them and two ambulances. They were tried of running circles around this guy trying to find their friends. They weren't even one hundred percent sure that Rick Colson was holding them captive, but that gut feeling they all had was good enough.

Pulling up to a small brick home they drew there guns. A thick cloud of smoke escaped the chimneys top. The smell of meat cooking filled the air. Hotch turned the handle and busted through the door. They all piled through the door and into the house. Screams came from the kitchen.

Mrs. Colson dropped the knife in her hand seeing all the people enter her home. "Who are you?"

"Mrs. Colson we are the FBI, where is your husband?"

"I don't know," she said trying to catch her breath.

"Yes you do, now tell me were he is!"

"Enough is enough Lisa," Chief said. "Tell us where he is."

"He- he's out back. There's a cellar."

Chief signaled a couple of his officers to handle her. They carefully cuffed her and walked her out to of the cars.

They all ran out to the cellar which was much further back than described. They would have missed it if Rossi hadn't stepped on it. He brushed to snow off the handle and pulled. Opening it as far as it would go the stepped down.

Hearing the cellar door open I know it's him and he's here to finish me. I just wish he would. I am tired of playing with this guy.

"Morgan?"

What, what this? That's not Rick's voice, that's Rossi's. Rossi! I look up and see them all standing there. "Thank god," I breathe.

"God," Rossi mumbles.

Reid came running up and immediately held my wound.

"Where's Emily?" Hotch asked.

"I don't know. He took her about twenty minutes ago, but I'm not sure where. I could hear her scream but that was it.

"Reid pushed his hair behind his ear. "Go. Go I've got him.

Emily's POV:

"Play time is over. It's time to die Emily, but don't fret it's for a good cause."

I knew it was coming but not sure when that was. I stay curled up on the straw and didn't move. He yanked me up to my feet and began to walk me towards the door. I was tired of this, all of this, the being pushed around and being told what to do. I was sick and tired of not being able to defend myself. I still had the iron rod slid up my sleeve and it wasn't going to stay there.

I quickly let it slid out and into my hand. Getting a good grip I twist around and collide the tire iron to his temple. He falls with a cry and I make a break for it. Struggling, I hobble to the barn doors and try to undo the chain as fast as I can. I turn back for a quick look, and see him getting to his feet.

With one last tug the chain came lose and slid off. I pull them open with all force and step out. I see red and blue lights flashing in the distance. Tears prick my eyes, "They finally came," I whisper. Getting lost in my thought I forget that he was right behind me. I scream as he pulls me back to the barn where he begins to undress me. "What are you doing?" I squeak.

"Don't want your clothes to get messy now do we?"

He removes my coat and pulled my ripped shirt back. I prayed that that was all that would come off, and thankfully it was. He pushed me up against one of the wooden beans that were supporting the roof. Pressing hard on my stomach, he pulled a large chain down. "Thought you were going to get away that easily do you?"

The loud rattling and clinking sent shivers up my back. Binding my wrists he pulled separating my dislocated shoulder even more.

Rick pulled a black ballpoint pen from his front pocket, and began to draw.

The cool ball rolling around on my skin, its liquid spilling out.

Carefully returning it to its current location he opened his jacket reveling a chisel and small hammer. "I normally let the women die before I do this but hey, why not try something new?"

"But Rick you don't know," I say trying to stall him.

"Don't know what?"

"I-If my liver is good, I mean you eat them right.

"How'd you know I eat them?"

"I'm a profiler Rick, and why else would you only want the liver?"

"Oh well, I'll take my chances, any last words?"

I thought for a moment. I did I really did but not for him, for Derek. Want to apologize for yelling at him. My words must have hurt him; it was like saying 'I don't want to die so you're going to have too'.

"No? Ok." He placed the ice cold metal piece of the chisel on the black line and lightly tapped. Even though he wasn't breaking any skin it sent shock waves throughout my entire body.

Placing right under my bra he started to count down. "Five, four, three, two, one-" he raised it back ready to smash.

"Emily!" My- my name! My name. My name rung through the emptiness of hell. "Emily!" I hear it again.

"Help!" I yell staining my horse voice.

"Keep quiet!" He demands pushing his hand to my mouth. He held the chisel to one of my previous wounds.

Dark shadows moved back and forth behind the barn doors. I started rattling the chains and yelling through his hand hoping who ever it was would hear me. He dug the knife deeper and deeper but I didn't care if it meant freedom.

~*~
The hinges screamed as the doors flew open a group of people with guns stormed in. JJ! Hotch! Rossi! Thank God, they came, they found us. Emily didn't see Reid so she hoped he was with Derek. She started crying... Crying tears of joy, tears of relief.
"Stop! Or I kill her right now!" He said putting the chisel back in place. Emily held her breath; she had come too far to die now.
"Rick, drop it and let her go, its over. We have Agent Morgan and your wife," Hotch said trying not to lash out.
"Y-you have Lisa?"
"Yes, now back away from Agent Prentiss."
"What? No! You touched my wife, no!" He raised his hand ready to kill. Bad move. Hotch, JJ, and Rossi all pulled their triggers, getting a piece of him in the shoulder, stomach, and neck. He fell with a heavy thud.
Rossi and Hotch ran over and dragged his body out of the way, while JJ rescued her

Emily's whole face was blank but she tried to keep it together while JJ got her down. As soon as her arms were down at her side and fell to her knees and sat down hugging her bare chest. JJ crouched down next to her friend as she cried to. She wrapped Emily up in loving arms as sobs wracked her body.

Two medics rushed in with the gurney and a pile of blankets. Getting her onto the rolling table the two men picked it up and hurried to the ambulance. JJ hopped on with them giving Emily a since of safety.

The first words to come out of Emily's mouth were "Where's Derek?"

"Reid and him are in the other ambulance," JJ assured her.

She could finally rest, relax without watching back. Closing her eyes she just let go. The war was now truly over.

The warmth of the vehicle was overwhelming. She began to get the chills and shake.

"What's happening," JJ said standing.

"Ma'am stay seated," the larger of the two said.

"Her heart rates dropping!" the other medic announced. The heart monitor's beeps went from fast to slow, and slower, and slower. They strapped an oxygen mask over her face and slightly pressed on her chest. "Come one Emily stay with us, we're almost there. Faster," he yelled to the driver.

JJ sat there in silence worried Emily wouldn't make it. She had to stay strong for her, be her support. She wiped away tears the fell and tried to keep the others in her eyes. Carefully she grabbed her icy hand and squeezed.

Garcia, and all the Morgan's sat in the waiting area by the doors. They turned their heads hearing the doors burst open and doctors rushing through. Derek was the patient and was being rushed into the ER. "Stab wound to the abdomen, take him straight to the OR," a nurse yelled.

"Oh god! Derek," his mother gasped. His sisters Sarah and Desiree sat their mom down and tried to calm her.

"Em?" Garcia asked to no one. "Reid," she exclaimed.

"Hey, they were able to stabilize him so as long as surgery goes good he should be fine," he said looking at Derek's family.

"Reid where's Em?"

"I- I don't know."

"What, what do you mean?"

"When we found Morgan she wasn't there. He said he took somewhere. Everyone else went to go look for her while I was with him."

No more than a long five minute's later did Emily's crew arrive. She looked worse. Blood was everywhere and there where more doctors. "Stab wounds to the abdomen, arm, and leg. She's in and out, OR stat!"

Garcia was in tears. Seeing her friend so damaged, and the fact she had no shirt on made her go to even worse conclusions.

JJ came up with the rest of the team. She wiped her reddened eyes and sucked it up as they sat down. JJ tightly hugged Garcia and whispered "I'm so scared for them."

"I know me too."

"Where did you find her?" Reid asked.

"In the barn about hundred yards away from the cellar," Hotch said.

"She was seconds away from being killed," JJ said blankly. "He had her chained to a pole and was about to carve out her liver."

"There were two dead dogs in there. It looked like she was attacked," Rossi said. "First a wolf now dogs, that won't go over well."

They sat in the uncomfortable arm chairs for three hours before Derek's doctor came out. "Derek Morgan?" she called out. Ms. Morgan stood up as fast as she could and held her hands in front of her. "Yes? I'm his mother."

"I'm Dr. Bailey; I have good news and bad news. Good news, we managed to stop the bleeding and repair your son's abdomen, and stitch up various cuts."

"And the bad news?"

"Bad news is that he is suffering from hypothermia and we found Oxycodone in his system causing him to react badly to the anesthesia."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that Derek hasn't woken up and we don't when he will."

"So he's in some kind of coma?"

"Yes ma'am. I'm so sorry."

"May we see him?"

"He's in the ICU and only two are allowed in at a time. His room number is 216." She halfheartedly smiled and began to walk away.

Hotch got up and ran up to her. "Dr. Bailey…"

"Yes?" she asked turning around.

"Have you heard anything on Emily Prentiss?"

"Uh yes was in the OR next to us, and I had assist."

"Well. So you know anything?"

"I don't know when they will be got of surgery, but it was a little shaky at first."

"Ok, thank you." He walked back to his chair and sat down with a sigh.

"What did she say?" JJ asked.

"She said the surgery is still going on and could be longer."

"Mama, go see him, we'll wait," Sarah said.

She hesitated but than agreed. She stood up slowly and walked down the hall.

Reaching room 216 and slowly turned the handle and carefully stepped into the room. Tears pricked her eyes seeing her son so hurt. Pulling up a chair she pulled his hand up from his side and brought it to her lip. Pressing her lips to his cold hand Fran held it to her cheek.

There were heated blankets piled on top him from the neck down.

She stared at the tube that was taped to the corner of his mouth and that was down his throat, pushing oxygen into his lungs. The quick beeps of the heart monitor filled the silence.

"Derek, if you can hear me it's your mother. You made it, but you need to wake up so I can look into your eyes and so I can see you breathe on your own. I need you to wake up because Christmas is almost here and I want you to visit me. Besides I already got your gift and it can't be returned," she smiled. "You have to wake up because I'm your mother and you have to do as I say. Wake up please."

The tears fell and the silence continued to take over.