As promised, here's the next chapter bright and early. Just warning you it'll be a late update tomorrow 'cause i'm off babysitting but there WILL be an update tomorrow. By the way, the reviews i recieved for the last chapter were AMAZEBALLS. Anyway, on with my evilness...

She groaned unconsciously before her eyes fluttered open. The rain had made her hair stick to her face and she felt the wetness of her clothes dragging her down.

She pushed at the floor but immediately regretted it. It felt like she was experiencing the biggest hangover in the world, or worst, been hit by a truck. She fought the urge to lie back down and close her eyes and pushed up into a rough sitting position, leaning against the alley wall.

She peered through squinted eyes into the light rain. It hurt so much but she was sure she was missing something. Then her head started to vibrate. Her hands immediately flung to her ears and she gritted her teeth in pain. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a flashing light. She turned to the source.

Was that her cell?

She reluctantly pulled a hand from the side of her head and wrapped her fingers around the cool object. As she brought it toward her face, the light flashed again. She turned her head away faster than she probably should have as she felt the throbbing pain surge all the way through her body.

What the hell had she been hit with? Wait…

She'd been hit, someone had hit her.

"Oh god, Jayje." She whispered. It all came flooding back to her now. The pain and then her body falling toward the ground. There was a scuffle next to her as the darkness was slowly surrounding her vision.

'Emily! Emily!' She remembered JJ's plea. Get up Emily, get up! Why the heck didn't she get up? Why did she just lie there? She punched the wall she laid against no longer caring for the pain she felt from the shoulders up. She stared at the phone in her hand before flipping it open and attempting to stand up.

"Hel…" She murmured closing her eyes as she slid up the wall.

"Prentiss! Where the hell have you been? I've been trying to call for the last fifteen minutes." Morgan bellowed down the line. Emily held the phone away from her ear, it felt like someone was inside her head playing a full on drum kit.

"Fifteen?…..What time is it?" She stood fully and looked at her own watch.

"It's six." Morgan answered for her. "Where have you been? Hotch wants a status report."

"Six…." Emily tried to do some preschool math in her head. "I've been out half an hour." She whispered to herself, ashamed.

"Out?" Morgan obviously heard the comment.

"Jayje." Emily suddenly realised the longer she stood here trying to work out what the hell had happened, the longer JJ was missing, the longer that ass had his hands on her. "He took Jayje."

"What?"

He dropped the unconscious body on the solid floor; she'd been out cold since he hit her, which was good. It gave him time to think up an attack plan.

He quickly shook off his sodden shirt and threw on a clean white wife beater. Before he went to position his tools he knelt in front of the blonde whose hair was plastered over her eyes. He carefully moved the hair so it was behind her ear. He patted her cheek softly before moving his hand down her jaw line.

This one was much more beautiful than the rest of them, he was so happy to call her 'his last'. It made him excited that the woman that had been speaking about him was actually in his grasp. He stood and looked to the TV where the paused image of the blonde girl stood, holding his picture up. He saw her blue eyes; he couldn't wait to see them in person.

He backed away from the screen and walked over to a draw. From it, he pulled out various objects. There was a table pushed up against the back wall on which he placed the items. A baseball bat, a couple of knives, a few straps and other things that he thought might have to sit out on this one.

James took two of the straps from the table and sauntered over to the girl splayed out on the floor. He straightened out her legs and tightened one of the straps around her ankles, making sure it was secure in the process. He then moved her so she was lying on her back. He pulled both of her arms into a position in front of her before tying her wrists together. He patted her forearm before heading into the next room to change his soaked jeans.

He returned in a few brief seconds.

"Eugh…" He heard her whimper. He smiled and walked over to the arm chair in the corner. He silently sat, his eyes never leaving her body.

"Found this." Samson walked back into the precinct with Rossi in tow. He was holding up JJ's gun before putting it on the table in front of Hotch.

"I told you to watch her." Hotch turned to Prentiss. She could see the anger burning in his eyes.

"I was I mean, I did. We just walked out the door and then I was out of it." She tried to defend herself but she didn't even believe what she was saying. She was disgusted at herself for letting James get hold of her. She felt guilty.

"Damn it Emily." Morgan stood abruptly and walked around the table his hands on the back of his neck in frustration.

"You rang!" Garcia announced as she popped up on the screen. Obviously by the foul look on each of her agents' faces something bad had happened.

"What happened?"

When no one answered immediately Garcia readied herself for the worst.

"Hold on, where's JJ?"

The team's eyes all either cast down to the ground or at Emily.

"He got her Garcia." Emily mumbled. Garcia's mouth opened in disbelief and a tear escaped her eye.

"You said you were protecting her! I told you not to leave her side." She shot the last part at Emily.

Prentiss knew everyone was right; she hadn't protected the only thing she was put in charge of. She kicked the table and walked from the bullpen.

"We need to find her, and fast. We don't need to start blaming people right now." Rossi, seeing that everyone was taking their anger out on Emily, stepped in. "I'll go get Prentiss, you start searching." Rossi pointed to no one in particular.

Emily rushed out the precinct door and breathed the fresh air, it was still raining but she didn't even register that. She lifted the bag of ice she was resting on her head and threw it across the road in frustration.

"Emily, it's not your fault." Rossi stood in the doorway trying to avoid getting himself anymore wet.

"But it is isn't it?" Her voice broke as she shook her head and rested her hands on her knees.

"No, of course not. If I was assigned your position, it'd be me with the lump on his head." Rossi stepped out into the rain, not really caring anymore.

"Sure." Emily laughed bitterly.

"He knocked you out Emily. You couldn't have prevented that. You couldn't have seen anything." Rossi put a hand on her shoulder. A car drove past and Prentiss' head shot up, she felt the sudden wave of nausea pass before jogging hastily back into the precinct. She nearly bowled Hotch and the rest of the team over before sidestepping them.

"Garcia!" She called out as soon as she'd gotten into the bullpen. As soon as she was sure the technical analyst was listening she began explaining her urgency. "Run the plates Tango Alpha five seven Zulu Bravo eight." It'd all come back to her once she'd seen the random car driving past her.

She hadn't lost consciousness straight after James had hit her, she remembered trying to get up, but failing miserably. She turned her head croaking out a pathetic 'Jayje' before seeing him dumping her into the back of a small car.

Garcia didn't question her friend's knowledge and began typing quicker than she usually did, which she didn't know was possible.

"Registered to James Stone." Garcia quickly provided.

"Can it be tracked?" The team walked back in, seeing Emily and Garcia's frantic behaviour. Garcia began working again.

"Well it's a 2007 model so it probably isn't….." She stopped speaking. "Yes. Oh my god yes, he must've had some upgrade work done to his car." Garcia spoke in disbelief.

"Where is he Garcia?" Hotch spoke already heading out of the room.

"Wait!" She called him back. "I can't tell you, there isn't an address. He's nowhere."

"What do you mean?" Emily asked desperately.

"I'll call you on your cell and give you directions but I can't give you an address because he's in the middle of nowhere." Hotch nodded fearing the worst.

The team practically ran from the precinct. Hotch, Rossi and Reid to one SUV. Morgan, Samson and Emily to another. The engines roared to life before the headlights were lit and the tires screeched into action.

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