WOW! Chapter 10. I hope you guys are liking it! I have big plans for this story so I am no where near done. Thank you to everyone who has supported me throughout all these chapters. Also I said it was going to be derek / emily but I'm changing it to hatch / emily bc I LOVE them. Also I will have the next month to write because I'm on break from school! Also remember that in this spinoff the team knows emily has done undercover work but has noooo idea where at to what extent this bitch is pre Lauren!

Without thinking Emily turns to the camera and looks into the lens. Hurt is evident in her facial expressions and in her voice. "Wher are you guys?"

As soon as she says it it feels as if a bucket of ice water has been poured over her.

How can I even think that? The team has always been here for me….. but have they? I mean…Fuck Emily STOP

Emily physically shakes her head to rid herself of the thought, for all she know she's only been here for a few hours. The rational part quickly agrees with her time assessment. After all, he sticks to a pattern and so far he's only hit her. She estimates that she's been here for around 8 hours.

However, it's extremely hard to listen to the rational side of yourself when you're drunk and concussed.

A hiss of pain escapes her mouth as she shakes her head. The concussion has gotten progressively worse. If she doesn't get medical attention soon who knows what could happen.

"You need to keep up your strength. We have a lot to do in the next few days." His voice rings in her ears. Over and over and over again his voice sounds with every pound of her head.

It gets to be too much and Emily slaps her hands over her ears to try and muffle the sound. It sounds as if he is standing right next to her whispering in her ear. Her body faces the camera and she looks straight into the lens.

"Make it stop. Someone p please make It stop." She doesn't know who she is talking to but at this point she doesn't care. It could be Hotch, Derek, hell she'd talk to anyone if they would just make it STOP.

When the voice doesn't subside she lets out a frustrated scream and throws her hands down at her sides.

"I need to to get out of here." Without another thought Emily leaps to her feet. The world instantly starts to tilt and she grits her teeth to stop the sudden rush of nausea.

The agent stumbles as if blind around the room trying to find another way out. The large door is still locked and there seems to be no other obvious ways out.

Come on damnit, think!

As Emily does a 360 of the room she quickly looses her balance and stumbles backwards. Her back connects with the metal of the autopsy table and she jumps out of her skin away from the horrible thing.

Her eyes remain locked on the ugly machine in the corner that will soon be her fate. Emily can almost hear the screams, smell the burnt flesh. That is what the future has in store for her, of that she is certain.

Where had her faith gone? It hasn't even been a day and there were doubts already.

The sudden burst of energy that had filled her left her just as quickly, and she sinks to the ground next to the food he had left her.

A part of her wants to eat it. She's starving and it would sober her up faster. The faster she sobers up the faster she can find a way out of this place.

But what if he poisoned it?

Why would he do that? He needs me alive.

After a few seconds of hesitation she crawls forward slowly and grabs the sandwich and water bottle.

I mean how much worse could this situation really get?

Emily quickly opens the water bottle and drains a fourth of it. It takes all of the self control she has to not drink the whole bottle, but who knows how long it will be until he gives her food and water again?

The previous victims, for the most part, didn't have any food in their stomach so it had to have been days since he had fed them.

Is that going to happen to me? Will I be here for the next week?

The thought is almost too hard to fathom.

She sets down the water bottle unhappily and picks up the sandwich. It's peanut butter and jelly. Her stomach clenches as she picks up the sandwich.

It sends a shiver down her spine as she realizes he knows it is her favorite, that he in fact knows a good amount about her.

It was a well known fact around the BAU that peanut butter and jelly is her favorite type of sandwich, a fact which often led the others to tease her.

Emily walks from the kitchenette to her desk with a sandwich in her hands.

It's a slow Friday and Emily can't keep out of the kitchen. It's been a nasty habit she's had since she was a child, eating whenever she was bored or had nothing better to do. Luckily for her she had a fast metabolism and it had never affected her weight.

Her mother had often yelled at her for her overeating and it led to a heightened level of stress whenever she overate.

Emily sits down at her desk and hears a chuckle from Derek.

"What is that your third sandwich of the day?" Derek leans forward on his elbows with a gleam in his eye that lets Emily know he's joking around with her.

"Second and it's none of your business." Emily throws him a mock glare and looks back to the mountain of case files in front of her. That's something that will never get old, her banter with Derek.

"Emily only eats more than one sandwich on the days that she's bored. Eating more than one sandwich is also correlated with her picking her nails. Probably because as a child if she overate her mother would discipline her which no doubt caused her stress." Reid leans over Derek's desk while reading a case file.

Emily scoffs and swats at Reid with the file in her hand "stop profiling me Reid." It was an unspoken rule between all of them, not to profile each other. This was harmless though, so she wasn't really mad.

Derek ignores her and turns closer to Reid. "And what type of sandwich does Emily eat when she is most bored?"

"That doesn't take a genius to answer, Morgan. Its peanut butter and jelly of course." JJ walks towards the group with Hotch trailing behind her.

"Peanut butter and jelly? I made Jack one for lunch this morning. Do you want me to start making an extra one for you in the mornings?"

The group stills slightly as Hotch joins in on their banter. It's not that they don't like trading words with Hotch, it's just that it doesn't happen that often.

Reid looks up from his file and stifles a laugh.

"Okay, okay. I didn't know it was make fun of Emily day. I would have stayed home if I had gotten the memo." Emily rolls her eyes and tries to hide her smile behind the file.

Something happened when Hotch picked on her. It made her smile, it made her feel strangely flustered. She couldn't pinpoint exactly when the relationship between them had shifted. In the months that Haley died and Emily had taken care of him something more had evolved. Friendly touches and warmth filled smiles. She had found herself craving his presence. It was closer to a friendship than relationship by any means but it had still evolved.

Emily looks up from her file she's pretending to read and locks eyes with Hotch. The smile on her face grows tender for the shortest second and then she looks way before anyone can see it.

The memory allows a rouge tear to slip out of her eye. She sets the sandwich on the ground and wipes it away quickly. She doesn't have time for this. For feelings of Hotch and the rest of the team. That won't get her out of this situation.

Emily blows out a breath and looks up to the ceiling while shaking her head. And then she sees it.

Out of the corner of her eye she spots an anomaly in the paneling. The old barn walls had been replaced with modern white paneling. It all looked the same, except for one rectangle that appeared to have a soft glow. The size and shape of a window.

The room is awash in a thick cloud of tension.

Derek sits on one side of the kitchen table and Elizabeth sits on the other side.

Other officers who occasionally walked in had felt the dark atmosphere and practically ran out of the room. Word must have spread around to not bother them, no one had been in for many minutes.

Annoyed would be an understatement. The fact that Hotch had forced him to babysit the ambassador instead of being with the rest of the team watching over Emily aggravated him. I mean why him? It would have made more sense if it was JJ or Rossi.

Son of a bitch

Of course it was him. Other than the fact they are in a constant battle of alpha male wills and Derek and the ambassador had just been fighting, Derek isn't blind. He's noticed the changing relationship between Hotch and Emily. The way they look at each other when they think no one else is watching.

It hand't escalated past friendship, of that he is certain. What he cant help is how much it bothers him. How every time he touches the small of her back to guide her out of a room it has his blood boiling. How every time she smiles at Hotch he feels overwhelming sadness.

So Hotch, in his show of dominance, stuck him on baby sitting duty. Hotch must have noticed his feelings toward Emily.

"I hope you're not always this angry." Elizabeth quirks an eyebrow at him while taking a sip of her coffee. She may not be a profiler like her daughter but that doesn't mean she doesn't notice behavior.

It takes Derek everything he has to not roll his eyes. Instead, the agent lets out a breath and cracks his neck to try and push the tension out of his body.

"Sorry. We're all just stressed right now with Emily missing."

"You more than others."

"Excuse me?"

"Oh don't play coy with me agent Morgan. Whatever you feel for my daughter goes far past friendship." Elizabeth puts her mug down and crosses her arms "I''m not stupid you know."

A scoff leaves Dereks lips "Ambassador Prentiss she's my partner, and I don't like what you're implying."

Elizabeth grins in a similar way that Emily does when she's about to say something sharp. It strikes Derek as funny but he doesn't say anything about it.

The two of them are virtually twins, physically at least. On the inside however, they couldn't be more different.

"Dear I know she's your partner, but of what kind I'm not so sure."

Derek groans out loud and brushes his face over his hands. "I walked into that one."

"You did" Elizabeth laughs tightly in a way that Derek knows is not a true laugh, but it's something.

If picking at him will make the ambassador feel better about the situation then hell, let her pick at him. Derek is content enough to let her trade words at his expense.

Derek crosses his arms and leans further back into the chair. "It is important to me that you know that yes I do care about Emily, but we are just friends."

"Interesting."

"What?"

"It's the second time I've had this conversation with someone on this team."

Derek narrows his eyes and and leans forward against the table. "What are you talking about?" He knows what she is going to say but he cant help himself.

The ambassador seems to pick up on his discomfort and jumps on it like a predator. "Two weeks ago I had the same conversation with Aaron Hotchner when I visited Emily at work. Although he was far more defensive than you, and even more confused. I don't think he realized the feelings he has for her until I pointed them out." She lets out a sigh and cracks her fingers. "I imagine that's why he has you keeping an eye on me and not agent Rossi or Jareau."

"I didn't realize you were a profiler" Derek snaps. How she had managed to have this conversation with Hotch without any of them being aware escaped him. He also didn't know how she had gotten everything so right.

"I'm not, but my job does require a certain attention to detail when dealing with people, I suppose I picked it up."

The room is silent again. The silence stretches on as the two size each other up. Tensions rise again as they sit there, eyes locked, in a silent battle of wills.

A shrill ring breaks the tension. Elizabeth retracts her phone from her pocket and instantly narrows her eyes. "it's him."

"Who?"

"Emily's father, he's here."

"Wher are you guys?" Her quiet question echoes loudly in the silent room. Each member of the team bows their heads in shame, each member, except for Hotch.

His eyes burn with sadness and a hint of anger as he observes Emily through the camera. The agent isn't mad at Emily of course, but at the unsub. Mad at the entire situation, but most importantly mad at himself. He wanted Emily to go undercover to catch the unsub yes, but he also wanted to prove he could still act as a rational team leader with his newly found feelings for her. She had said that she felt comfortable going under and he had practically delivered her to the unsub.

Watching her on camera was hard, but he figured not knowing what was happening would be harder. After all, when they got her back they have to know how to help her heal. When, and not if, he is sure of it.

"Garcia did any of your searchers yield even possible matches?"

Garcia brings her head back up and looks Hotch in the eye. "No sir, I was explaining to Derek earlier that I think that means something. I believe that he is some kind of computer god. He completely wiped any traces of him on the internet, which is incredibly hard to do. This guy is like uber smart…" she pauses.

"And?" Rossi steps closer to Garcia and wills her to continue. It's easier to focus on the tech goddess than Emily flailing about on the floor.

"And I don't want to make a humongous leap here but I don't think he's in the medical field."

"Reid already said that…." Hotch begins but Rossi quickly shoots him a look and the senior agent quiets. Rossi is the only member of the team that is able to get away with a look like that.

Penelope falters slightly and begins to play with her eccentric colored shirt. "Well it's just that we know that he has to have the free time to stalk and abduct these women and coupled with his like genius computer skills…"

"You think he works from home?"

Garcia nods and looks around the room of profilers as if she did something wrong.

"It would make sense" JJ begins "he could easily have a computer job from home. That would give him enough time to stalk these women and torture them whenever he wants. Garcia you should look at computer professionals in the area and then widen the net to all jobs involving computers."

Penelope nods feverishly and quickly leaves the room, happy to finally have something she can do. Without anything to search she had quickly felt useless. It was either twiddle her thumbs or watch over Emily, each choice sending her spinning.

"I think I'll go help her with that." Reid quickly excuses himself from the room.

No one blames him.

Rossi quickly sends Hotch a look. One that means they should send Reid to the bureau psychologist when this case was done for an evaluation. The entire team would have to go afterwards anyway, it was protocol when a member of any team is harmed.

"Make it stop. Someone p please make It stop" Emily pleads from the other side of the camera.

It breaks all of their hearts, to hear her cries and not be able to do anything to stop them. The alcohol and concussion has her borderline delirious.

JJ takes on look at her hands covering her ears and the sad look in her ears and lets out a few choice words.

Both mens' heads snap towards JJ as they hear her swearing.

"I'm sorry, this is just awful. It's only been what, 8 or so hours since she's been there and she's already breaking? I know it's the concussion and the alcohol but what happens if we don't find her for a few days huh? We all know what happens on day 10."

Bile rises to Hotch's throat and he has to quickly clench his jaw and will the feeling to go away. It won't do him any good to think about what could happen if they don't find her soon.

If JJ or Rossi noticed the episode neither of them commented on it.

"I need to to get out of here." Emily jumps up on the screen and begins to frantically run around the room. She does a lap around the room and then immediately does a 360 turn, running into the autopsy table behind her.

"Is there anything that stands out in this room, anything we can use to trace him?" Hotch forces himself to step closer to the large monitor and scrutinize everything in the room.

JJ chuckles darkly "other than the electrocution equipment in the corner that Emily is currently staring at? Nope Hotch nothing out of the ordinary." As soon as she says it she visibly winces, her tone harsher than she had meant it.

Hotch looks over to JJ, standing at his far left past Rossi, but doesn't say anything. He doesn't need to, the message is clear in his gaze. Pull yourself together.

"I'm sorry. We fought right before we left last night…."

No one says anything but both men in the room understand.

Rossi squeezes her arm for a few seconds before he drops his hand.

Without saying anything both agents step forward to line up with Hotch and look at the monitors in front of them.

"Is it safe for her to drink that water and eat that sandwich?" Rossi's voice breaks the silence that had overtaken the agents as they watched Emily navigate the room and eventually slide to the ground. She limped and winced but never voiced her pain.

"I don't see why it wouldn't be. He wants her to keep up her strength. It wouldn't fit his plan if he poisoned the food." Hotch looks to the agents and sees the conflicting opinions in their eyes.

"What if he didn't poison it? He could easily have slipped a date rape drug into the water bottle or even into the sandwich. We've already seen that he likes to incapacitate her, why not do it with a drug instead of the alcohol? The alcohol can only last so long."

Dread engulfs both Hotch and Rossi as they listen to JJ's words. She's right, it would be the easiest way to keep control in the situation.

Rossi takes a deep breath "forget date rape drugs it could be anything" he winces at the word rape, each member of the team dancing around the word for Emily's sake "it could be any drug in the world and each one would make it easier to over power her."

"It would also make it easier for her to "give up". If Emily is under the influence of a drug we have no way of knowing how she will act."

"Do you really think she would be more likely to "give up" under the influence?" JJ turns to Hotch with even more worry in her eyes.

"Anything is possible if she is given drugs. Especially if he gives her a powerful hallucinogen, she could think it was a dream. Or she could experience negative effects and want to be released from the drug itself. We can't know until she digests that food…"

Rossi holds up his hand to stop the two agents. "What the hell is she looking at?"

All three parties step closer to the monitors at the same time so that their noses are almost touching the screen.

"It looks like she see's something on the wall." JJ squints as she tries to follow Emily's eyes.

The brunette is positioned at the perfect angle so that the agents in the room can see the path that her eyes are following as well as the spot she is looking at.

Rossi tries to spot what she is looking at and quickly shakes his head. "JJ do you see anything? You're the youngest one here and my eyes aren't what they used to be."

It takes all of her will power to not crack on Rossi for being old, but now isn't the time. "Sorry guys but my eyes aren't the best. Reid is probably our best bet, I'll go get him." Without another word the blonde has left the room on the hunt for Reid.

The room is silent in her absence. It isn't uncomftorable though, both men concentrated in trying to see what Emily is still staring at. It quickly becomes frustrating.

Lucky for them JJ returns within minutes with Reid trailing behind her.

The young genius steps up to the monitors and places his pointer finger right on Emily's eye. He traces her line of sight carefully until it reaches the wall.

"Can you…."

Reid holds up a hand and steps right in front of the monitor, blocking Rossi's view entirely.

The monitor is, unsurprisingly, great quality and the image is clear. It takes a few minutes for Reid's incredible brain to piece together the anomaly before him. All of a sudden he turns around and for the first time in hours, doesn't look hopeless.

"Guys I think it's a window."

Robert yanks open the door to the grimy police station and storms in, ignoring every officer who tries to get into his path. He had always hated police stations. The stale smell of coffee and the sound of phones non stop ringing annoys the hell out of him.

Several unformed officers try and step into his path but one look from the man in the suit has them backing away. Standing over 6 feet and weighing over 200 pounds of pure muscle, it wasn't often that Robert couldn't intimidate anyone to leave him alone.

An older man steps in front of his path. The man has closely cropped hair and light blue eyes. He doesn't wear a uniform and doesn't back away from Robert, so he is ranked here.

"I'm detective Richardson, and I have to ask you what business you have being here. You are not allowed to storm through my precinct with no explanation. If you do not state your name and your business I will have to ask you to leave." He crosses his arms as he waits for an explanation.

Robert tilts his head and takes in the man before him in. He has to give credit where credit is due, most won't talk curtly to him. The detective also hasn't broken eye contact since the exchange began. He begins to open his mouth when he spots a victim board over the detectives shoulder with Emily's picture on it.

Without offering anything up the larger man steps around the detective and storms toward the board.

"SIR!" The detective barks but it lands on deaf ears.

In a quick movement Robert rips his daughters picture from the board and brings it closer to his face. It is not her standard FBI picture which he would have preferred, that would at least remind this idiots that she was one of them. No, it was just a normal picture of her. The scenery was black and revealed nothing, it was her face that struck him. Her mouth was slightly open as if caught in the middle of a laugh with her dark hard cascading around her and eyes wide with happiness, she looked beautiful.

A flash of pain renders the large man speechless and all he can do was stare at the picture before it is ripped from him by the detective.

"You CANNOT be back here sir. I'm going to have to ask you to leave." The detective bellows out and latches onto Roberts arm with a vice like grip.

Before Richardson can understand what is happening the larger man has twisted the detectives arm and shoved him against the closest wall. "She's my daughter you idiot." Robert spits out the words filled with venom.

"Oh Robert, you always did know how to make a scene." Elizabeth stands against the doorway that leads down the hall with her arms crossed over her chest. Derek stands next to her.

At seeing his ex wife, Robert instantly lets the detective go and gives him room to back away.

Richardson sends him a murderous glare as he leaves the room in the direction of the rest of the FBI agents tucked away in the monitor room.

"It's good to see you Liz, not under the circumstances of course." Robert steps forward and diplomatically kisses Elizabeth on both cheeks.

"Yes well, you look good Robert."

And she was right, he does. His dark brown hair hadn't greyed a bit and his blue eyes were as piercing as ever. No wrinkles appear on his face and his body had not lost definition either. It was easy to see that he was a very handsome man, especially in his sharp suit.

He laughs and continues to ignore Derek "you as well, Liz." His face grows grave "do they have any idea where she is?"

Elizabeth sighs and runs a hand through her hair "vaguely, they have uniforms searching the area now but it is so vast that without narrowing it down there is now way they will find her. She's alright though, very tough just like her father."

"How do you know she's alright?"

"The unsub has a video camera on her that is sending the footage to our monitors, sir." Derek steps forward, tired of being ignored and juts out his hand toward the man "Agent Derek Morgan, Emily's partner."

As soon as Roberts eyes land on Derek the agent can feel his scrutinizing glare. The older man looks him up and down, an unimpressed look marring his handsome features.

"I know who you are, and I don't believe I was talking to you." The older mans eyes narrow at the agent and he refuses to shake Derek's hand.

"Excuse me?" Derek is utterly shocked as he dejects his hand and brings it to cross his arms. Ambassador Prentiss had said that Emily's father would be harder to deal with but he wasn't ready for this level of disrespect.

"I don't believe I stuttered agent Morgan. I know exactly who you are and what kind of partner you are. Apparently not a very good one because my daughter was abducted" he lets out a bark of a laugh "partner? No I don't believe so. Partners are supposed to watch each others back, you don't know the meaning of the word."

As he speaks Robert advances upon him, and as much as Derek hates it he takes steps back as the older man takes them forward. Robert has at least 50 pounds and 3 inches on him, at least.

"Say what you want about me but up until now I hadn't heard a single thing about you. Father? you don't know the meaning of that word." Derek spits the words at him and regains the upper hand in the spar, stepping right into the mans personal space.

"Can we please not do this now." Elizabeth holds her hands up sounding annoyed and quite frankly bored. She's used to her husbands antics by now, and curses herself for allowing Derek to come with her to meet him.

Emily forgotten, the two men stand practically chest to chest.

"Agent I don't know what you know about me, but I could end your career with a snap of my fingers." To emphasize his point Robert snaps his fingers.

"Enough." Hotch comes down the hallway, grasps onto Morgans shirt, and pulls him back. The agent goes without complaint.

Robert instantly retreats a few steps as he takes in Aaron Hotchner. "Agent Hotchner, why have you not located my daughter? It can't possibly be that hard to find her, she matters to you all doesn't she?"

Shock registers on Hotch's face briefly as he wonders how he knew who he was. Hotch had certainly never met him. Robert's bluntness doesn't go unnoticed. "Mr Prentiss, it's more complicated than you know. I would be happy to explain if you would come with me."

"Not Prentiss, Jones."

"Excuse me, sir?"

"Robert Jones." He extends his hand and Hotch shakes it with narrowed eyes.

"I don't mean to pry sir ,but why is your last name not Prentiss?" Hotch tilts his head as he mulls over the name, it sounds oddly familiar. Like he had heard it recently. Robert Jones.

"After Liz and I got divorced, we decided to change Emmy's name back to Prentiss so that it would not infringe on her chance at work."

Derek steps up "I'm not following."

Robert tries to hide his annoyance at the younger agent "When Emily graduated college she was recruited by the CIA. So that people did not believe she was unfairly given her position, we had her last name changed.

"Wait a second, Emily was in the CIA? I suppose that explains her well developed undercover skills." Reid walks towards the group at the end of the hallway with JJ in tow.

"I assumed you all knew, her specific missions were sealed but you still should have had access to the information that she was an agent."

Every agent looks to the other one, no one knew about Emily's previous job.

Hotch shakes his head with his brow furrowed. This was definitely NOT something he knew or something the bureau shared with him which is surprising. Someone had to have specifically keep cover this up in her file. Elizabeth probably had a hand in it.

Robert looks up and spots a blonde halo of hair. "Jennifer, how are you darling?" He reaches his hand out and the blond agent places her much smaller hand in his large one. Gently he pulls her out from behind Derek and Hotch and gives her a kiss on each cheek as he did with Elizabeth.

"Nice to see you again, Robert."

"Oh you have got to be kidding me man." Derek shakes his head in confusion. How the hell does JJ know who this man is? Who is this man?

"You know each other?" Reid stands behind Hotch and Elizabeth further down the hallway with his brow furrowed.

"We've met on several occasions." Robert's answer is curt and it is obvious that he won't share anymore on the subject. Their relationship was nothing more than professional, but he would be lying if he said he didn't like keeping something from the smug agents. He had never liked the FBI.

The two had had lunch on several occasions with Emily when she didn't want to go alone. JJ had even gone along when Emily's parents demanded her presence at several galas. On other occasions he had run something work related by her.

JJ nods next to him but says nothing, choosing to look at Elizabeth rather than her friends.

"Sir why don't you come with me and I can explain everything that is happening and what we have found so far." Hotch gestures into the hallway.

"I'd prefer to hear it from Jennifer, to be clear she's the only one I trust. I mean no disrespect but it's my job to not trust easily." With narrowed eyes he follows after Hotch with JJ trailing behind him obediently.

When the trio is gone Derek lets down his guard and rubs his hands over his face. "I really don't like him. I mean who is that guy, really?"

Elizabeth chuckles darkly and turns her attention to Derek. "Robert is a former navy seal and current deputy director of the CIA. He means what he said, he can end your career with the snap of his fingers. I would be careful around him if I were you."

Without another word she follows the path her ex husband and the other agents had just taken to the kitchen, leaving Reid and Derek wide eyed and alone.

Again so sorry for the delay, but I am on break from school now and should update more frequently. Thank you to everyone who continues to review even after these long gaps in chapters, love you all! Also if you think I am going too out of character or just too big in general let me know, I understand this story is a little theatric but I do not think the characters are acting or saying anything outside of the realm of possibilities. See you soon. XOXO.