Here' s the conclusion of the case! don't worry, it's not over! There'll be some explanation in the next chapter.

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New York, New York! – Chapter 10

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"What are you two sitting there like a couple of logs?"

Mac and Flack looked up and saw Emily sitting in the wheelchair, an orderly behind her while an attending physician standing beside the big burly orderly.

"Emily!" They exclaimed together as they scrambled to stand up together and rushed to her side. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I've been slammed." She said."

Emily's face was badly bruised as there were cuts and bandages on the sides of her face and cheeks and a new sling over her left shoulder and a brace on her left wrist.

The physician stepped forward and spoke, "Mac? A word?"

Mac looked up and saw a familiar face, "Dr. Hicks, how are you?"

He nodded, "Oh, good…but can we talk?" He indicated a corner with a concerned look.

Mac nodded as he looked at Flack who accompanied him.

The three were soon in a corner talking quietly while Agent Gibson came over and talked to Emily.

"Hey boss, glad to see you." She nodded to her.

"Oh hey JG, I didn't see you. Yay, I'm doing good, how's things at the unit?"

"Oh, good. We're hanging in there and concerned about you."

Emily waved at her with one hand, "Don't worry about me, as you can see, I'm still alive."

"Do you know who did this?" JG asked her.

"Um…no, I don't. whoever just came in and just attacked all of sudden."

"I'm sorry, boss." JG said.

"What are you doing here, JG?" Emily had her head down as she was rubbing it.

"Oh..I heard it on the Police scanner and I was at the crime lab and Mac gave me a ride here…but I should head home…its late."

Emily nodded as her head was throbbing badly. "Okay…could you pick up Stan's mother and sister from the train station? They're coming in the morning to take him back to upstate for the funeral and burial."

"Don't worry a thing boss, I'll make sure it's all taken care of."

"Thanks JG."

"I'll see you later." She then walked away.

Emily felt as if her head was about to explode when suddenly a hand touched her shoulder and she jumped almost out of the wheel chair.

"Whoa! It's okay, okay…Emily." Flack came around and looked at her with concerned and contrite as he knelt in front of her, "Em..I'm so sorry I swore that you'd be safe in there and you…." He shook his head.

Emily placed her hand on his head, "Flack, it's not your fault, you didn't know. I'm still alive, right?" He nodded as he looked sorrowful at her. "Just do me a favor, find that ass hole and locked him or her up. That's all."

He nodded, "You got it, Em. I'll get that ass hole and that idiot who put him in there."

She nodded as she held his hand.

"Don…."Mac began. "You keep holding her hand like that and I'm going to start getting jealous."

He smiled and released her and stood up. "Emily and I might just have something going on and you can't do nothing about it."

Emily shook her head, "You wish, cop."

"Hey, hey, hey, I told you it's detective. I earned it, Feeb!"

Emily turned to look up behind her, "See what I have to deal with, Frank?"

The big orderly shook his head and smile as he nodded to Mac and Flack, "She's all yours, I have to get back to the ward and clean up Mrs. Benton's spills. She's always doing it out of spite. Have a nice night, please be careful, Agent Prentiss." He patted her shoulder gently as Emily stood up from the wheel chair and waved at him before he wheeled the now empty chair away as he whistled a meaningless tune and disappeared around the corner.

Mac and held Emily steady by slipping around her waist and gathered her tightly to him, "I'm sorry for all everything, Emily."

She turned to him and snuggled into his neck and shook her head, "It's okay Mac. You'll make it up somehow, right?"

He chuckled at her teasing as he nodded, "You won't let me off won't you?"

"Not a chance."

"Aw….all these saccharin," Flack smiled at them. "I'm getting sugar overload just listening to you two. Get a room will ya?"

They looked up at him and shook their heads, "Not right now, Don," Mac said. "Still got an open case to solve. Emily, you're going to Flack's place so he can keep an eye…"

Emily shook her head, "No Mac. I'm going with you. I feel safer, no offense Flack but I've had enough of Flack's personal services." She looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Ouch!" Flack held a hand over his heart as he winced. "That hurt, Em."

Mac saw them and relented as he nodded, ignoring Flack's emotions. "My couch in the office is not the most comfortable."

"I've slept on it before, it's fine, Mac." She smiled.

Flack leaned in and whispered into Mac's ears, "Remember what doc said."

Emily frowned, "What did he said?"

"You did suffer a nasty concussion and shouldn't be left alone. And he's releasing you against his recommendation. He wants to keep you overnight, standard procedures, which I agree with him."

Emily shook her head, and wished she didn't as her head was still throbbing but she didn't tell him.

"I'm perfectly fine. And I hate hospitals. Besides, I need to get into Stan's computers. Adam can babysit me and make sure I'm not doing anything out of procedures."

Mac thought for a moment, "I do need some help, especially your BAU Garcia; Stan's money is gone."

"What do you mean?"

Mac shook his head, "I'll fill you in on the way, since you're no longer a suspect in the case, right Don?" he glanced over to him.

Flack nodded, "Yeah, the attack on her cleared her."

"I'll need my guns and credentials back, Flack." She pointed.

"I'll drop you guys off at the lab and head back to the precinct and pick your pieces up and get them back to you."

She nodded as they all walked out of the hospital.

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As soon as they arrived at the crime lab, Mac showed Emily the computer lab where Adam was waiting with Stan's computers.

"Okay Adam, let's take a look at Stan's work computer." Emily said.

"What were you doing with the personnel files of your three agents? I mean they've been in the Bureau for over three years." Adam asked her as he brought their files up on the screen.

"I'm not sure, anything. It's just a gut feeling I'm running on them. Everyone in the unit jumped ship since Kate Joyner died except them and it seemed fishy for them to stay around when they could have gone anywhere like the other agents."

"You think they're up to something?"

"I'm not sure, Adam."Emily said.

Adam grinned and looked at her, "I like the way you say my name…Adam…sounds so…"

"Focus, Adam." Mac reminded him sternly as he gave him a wry look.

Blushing slightly he nodded as he went back to his screen, "Uh…yeah…focus…yup…"

Emily and Mac exchanged amusing looks.

Adam shook his head, "Not a whole lot, just your usual records."

Emily frowned as she shook her head and began picking her nonexistent nails, "This is not making any sense…" she muttered to herself.

She turned back to Adam, "Stan's three accounts…who stands to gain?"

"Huh?"

She shook her head, "No…who did he listed as his beneficiaries besides his mother and sister?"

Adam typed some key words into his computer and a few names came up.

"Who is Jacqueline Greenburg, James Greenburg and Steven Greenburg?" Emily frowned.

"Well, it says here, Jacqueline and James are husband and wife," Mac pointed out as he was reading from the screen. "And Steven is their brother-in-law."

Emily nodded, "I guess. But how do we account for the whole amount now missing totally?"

"That is why we need the help of your Penelope Garcia but it's late in Quantico, so we'll have to wait till morning." Mac pointed out.

Emily found a chair and sat in front of a computer screen and then asked Adam to transfer the three agents' files again, so she could read and profile them again.

Adam nodded as he did it within a few minutes.

Mac excused himself as he wanted to check with Jo and the others to find out what they had with their findings from the evidences they found from Stan's apartment and his office.

JG's files were too good until her psyche eval. Emily spotted something missing, two dates were missing. Psyche evaluations were performed annually but there was one done around the time of Kate Joyner's death!

It was too late to call up Quantico to get the requested paperwork. Once again, she'd have to wait for the next morning.

She then turned to Shell Honeycutt, his eval was done the same time; at the date of Kate Joyner's death.

As she read the computer screen, she saw the words began to blend in and blinked a few times.

The words were generic terms describing the agent's general work behavior, just like JG's

Emily frowned again. The words are exactly the same….supervisors avoid using the same words, especially if the evaluation was done on the same dates!

She should know, the BAU team wrote the books on how to do employees evaluations.

Emily switched to Roberto Gonzalez's evaluation and saw it was the same exact words as well.

It was obvious someone had forged the evaluation forms.

The question was who did it? As these were computerized, it was difficult to figure out and the signature was a blurred mess.

But one thing was for sure; one of her three agents was the Stan's killer….or all three?

What did they stand to gain? $1.2 million. It began to dawn on Emily, three beneficiaries, three agents. How clever of them.

And here she thought, they were the dedicated three to stay behind while the rest had jumped and left this unit.

They must have found out how much Stan was worth and decided to do away with him.

But they didn't take into account on how quickly the FBI sent a new Unit Chief to the New York City building and interrupted their little plan.

"Adam!" Emily suddenly spoke up startling the lab tech out of his slumber.

"Oh shit! I'd forgotten you're still there!" he almost fell out of his chair.

"I need to get a hold of Flack! Hurry! And where's Mac?"

"He's in the lab" He pointed another direction as he stood up but before he could pull his cell phone out, something hit him hard in the head as he turned his head and hit a wall and fell unconscious.

Emily looked up and saw Shell holding a crowbar with both hands, "So you figured us out, bitch!"

"Shell!" Emily held her hand out. "Listen to me, we can talk it out."

He shook his head, "Don't try your profile shit on me, bitch! It won't work. Where's my fucking money?"

Emily frowned, "You don't have it? I thought you …?"

He smiled maliciously at her as he raised the crowbar at her and made to whack at her when she made a quick dash from him and out the other way and began running down the hallways of the lab.

"MAC! MAC TAYLOR! HELP!" she yelled at her as she was suddenly grabbed by someone and hauled into a room, a hand over her mouth as she tried to struggle.

"Shut the fuck up, boss!"It was Gonzalez as he held the gun to her right temple, Emily stopped struggling immediately.

"That's right. Nice and easy. Where's our money, Emily?" He asked, his voice close to ear.

"I don't have it, Bob or which one are you? Steven? Or James?"

"Very smart Emily, but it you're going to find our money."

"Look, we're also looking for it too." Emily pointed. "I have no way of tracking it."

"I don't believe it bitch!" He hit her hard on her temple with the butt of his gun. "I want my goddamn money!" he said desperately.

"They're not even yours," Emily winced painfully as she felt wetness oozing from her temple. "Bob, I think I'm going to be sick…I need…oh…shit…" she began to heave.

Gonzalez began to back away from her as he didn't want to get soiled but before he realized it Emily raised her right elbow and whacked him hard in his cheek and he dropped his gun in surprised as Emily quickly grabbed it and turned around and fired at him a few times. Roberto fell down at once as the bullets hit him in the forehead directly.

Emily, holding the gun peeked out of the room and saw Shell fired a shot down the hallway into her direction as she reared back into the room.

"I got you, bitch!" He yelled nearby.

"Get in here, Shell, come see what I done to your buddy!" Emily yelled back him.

"That's fine, more money for me and JG." He laughed.

"Where's JG?" Emily asked.

"None of your fucking business."

"What? She's not here? To make sure you guys do it right? I mean …look what happen to Bob, and soon it's going to happen to you."

"Shut the fuck up Bitch!" he yelled as he fired another shot into the room but luckily it missed her. "I'm going to kill you!"

"No you're not…look Shell, drop your gun. We'll talk, we'll find the money and split it, just you and me. Forget about JG. She's not worth it."

"I said shut the fuck up!" he fired another two more shots and then she heard a click and then and another click.

He's out of bullets in his cartridge!

Emily began to come out of the room but suddenly she heard footsteps as and a shot fired and a body fell on the floor.

"Emily?"

Emily heard Mac's voice as she stood up and ran out and saw Mac, Jo, Danny, and Lindsey standing with their guns out pointing down at Shell.

Mac was approaching her slowly, "You okay?"

Emily nodded, "Yeah."

"Why can't I let out of my sight for more than ten minutes without you getting into a mess?"

Emily dropped the gun as she walked into Mac's opened arms as he gathered her to him, "I'm a magnet for trouble." She mumbled into his jacket.

He hugged her as tight as he could as she was still in the sling, "You're an amazing woman, you know that Agent Emily Prentiss?" He lifted her head and kissed her lips.

She smiled and said, "Yeah? Why is it I'm the one getting all the scraps and you're not?"

He wiped the blood from her forehead and shook his head, "I'd call them battle scars, my dear."

"Ahem," Danny peeked around them. "How about continue your little twosome somewhere while we clean up your mess Emily? Mac?"

Jo was attending to Adam's injuries in his lab.

Mac walked about to walk Emily to his office when Mac's phone rang as well as Adam's computer came on. They all looked up at once.

Emily looked around Mac as he answered his phone, "Adam, track it now!"

Adam stood up and typed a key and soon the screen began to trace the call.

"Taylor."

I have to say goodbye Mac and I won't be seeing you again.

"Look, stop with all this crap and come see me."

No, I love you Mac but you don't love me at all. You love that whore. I try so hard to..to get rid of her.

"Got her! Oh my god! She's down stairs! At the lobby!" Adam said.

Danny and Jo hurried to the elevators.

"Look, tell me when we first met." Mac tried to stall her.

You were nice to me Mac you let me go first in line at the coffee shop and no one has ever done that before. No one ever notices me at all. They never do.

"I'm sure you have a love one at home, a Father? Mother?"

No…I work as a janitor in the evenings as but one notices me. They never do…just you Mac Taylor. You were the only one who's nice to me. Thanks. I…" Mac then heard a loud bang and shoutings.

"Mac…it's Danny! She's dead…she shot herself."

"Who's she?"

"Mary Lou Thibbons…She works as a janitor in here. Sorry Mac."

"It's okay." Mac said as he ended the phone call and walked into his office, Emily followed after him.

Mac turned to her and told her quietly what Danny found out about his stalker. "She's right, I've no idea who she is…was. I might have let her in front of the line on a busy day and I do that all the time, and it didn't occur to me that one simple act of kindness would affect a person that it caused them to overreact…"

"Mac, don't blame yourself for doing this. She was lonely and because you were the only who was kind to her, she latches her affection onto you."

Mac shook his head, "I wish she didn't…"

Emily reached out and held his hand, "There's nothing wrong with being kind to strangers, she just took one step too much. We had a case a few years back only it's the reverse, this guy was obsessed with this women to the point of almost ruining her lives, she moved to a different state but he managed to find her, long story short, we got him and put him away. She's now happily married, her fiancé stuck with her and helped her get over this man."

Mac looked at their joined hands and said, "Are you going to help me get over all this?" He peeked from beneath his brow.

She smiled, "If you want me to but somehow I don't think you need me to, Mac. You're a strong man, you can get through this without me."

He looked at her with concerned, "Why? Where are you going?"

Emily frowned, "Nowhere. I'm just saying you…"

He pulled her to his lap suddenly as he kissed her fully, "I told you, you talk too much Emily Prentiss." He continued to kiss her but was soon interrupted by his phone ringing.

"Never a moment's peace, "he muttered as he answered while he still had Emily pinned within his arms.

"Taylor."

Mac, it's Don. Agent Gibson is dead. She tried to run and we had a little disagreement and she lost.

"I'll tell Emily."

Yah…see you tomorrow.

"Okay."

He pressed 'End' on his phone before he told Emily about JG.

"Well, what will the Bureau say about that, now I don't even have team."

"Yup." Mac began to nuzzle into Emily's neck.

"I guess I'll have to call Hotch and get a stack of names of agents…a lot of them."

"Hmmm…this Hotch, he's pretty personal to you?"

Emily looked at him, "Jealous?"

He looked up at her, "Should I be?"

She shook her head, "Not at all, we're just good friends."

"How good friends are you two?"

"Oh, like you and Flack."

Mac looked at her, "Don and I are pretty close, are your trying to say…?"

Emily pulled his head down to her, "Just keep doing what you're doing, Mac."

"Emily…?" He warned her.

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End of Chapter 10