Author's Note: I don't know what to say for this chapter, expect for that Jack and Ian talk about Prentiss and Hotch. And as always, thank you so much for taking the time out of your day or night to read and leave me a review.

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Doyle stood across the room with, an evil grin on his face, watching a frightened Jack. He walked over to Jack and knelt down on his knees, so he would be down to Jack's level.

Jack tried to back away from Doyle, but didn't get far because Doyle grabbed a hold of him and sat him down in a chair sitting in the center of the room.

"I won't tie you to that chair you're sitting in, but if you try to escape. I will tie you to the chair." Doyle said, as he sat down in the other chair facing Jack's chair. "Do you understand?" he asked, leaning forward in his chair.

"Yeah." A frighten Jack answer.

"Good," Doyle replied back. "Now, I bet your dad already called that bitch and told her that I have you. She's probably on her way here right now."

Jack shot Doyle an angry look. "That's not her name! Her name is Emily Prentiss! And my dad can't call her!"

"I'm sorry, but your friend Emily Prentiss is a bitch for the things, she caused me. But since you like calling her Emily, I will try not to call her a bitch in front of you." Doyle said, leaning back in his chair and smiling at the young boy in front of him. "Why can't your dad call Emily?" he asked.

"Because you killed her." Jack told him, with a calm voice hoping Doyle believed him.

Doyle let out an amused laugh. "Your dad told you that I killed that bitc-, Emily, well I didn't kill her. Your dad faked her death and his friend Jennifer Jareau is helping him."

"You killed her." Jack said, looking Doyle right in the eyes.

"I didn't kill her!" Doyle shouted becoming a little angry at Jack.

"Yes, you did." Jack told him.

Ian was becoming more and more, angry at Jack for trying to be a little hero right now and defending Prentiss.

"I don't want to hurt you, but if you say that I killed your friend Emily Prentiss, one more time. I will hurt you." Doyle warned.

Jack nodded his head yes at Doyle.

"Okay then," Doyle said. "We're just going to talk." He said, with a smile.

"About what?" Jack asked, curiously.

"Anything." Doyle said.

"Okay." Jack said.

"How long has your dad, known Emily?" Doyle asked.

"He told me that, he used to work for Emily's mother before Emily joined the BAU." Jack answered.

"So, he knew her for a while?" Doyle asked.

"Why do you what to know about that?" Jack asked him.

Doyle leaned back in his chair. He gave Jack a small smile. "Well, that explains why; your dad went through all that trouble faking Emily's death because-"

"He doesn't want you coming after her." Jack said after he interrupted Doyle.

"I think it's a little more than that." Doyle said.

"What are you talking about?" Jack asked, with a confuse look on his face.

"Your dad went through all that trouble faking her death because he's in love with her." Doyle answered.

"I don't think my dad is in love with Emily, their just friends. It's my dad's job to protect people and that's what he's doing, protecting Emily from you." Jack said.

"I think it's a little more than friends. I think your dad is in love with her. He really needs to be careful who; he falls in love with, especially a woman like Emily Prentiss. And your dad, should keep you away from Emily." Doyle said.

Jack once again shot Doyle an angry look. "My dad and Emily are just really good friends. My dad doesn't need to be careful, if he's in love with Emily because she is one of the few people my dad trusts" He replied, still shooting Doyle and angry look. "And, why should my dad keep me away from Emily?" he asked, suddenly.

"Really good friends. I don't think so, your dad is in love with her." Doyle said, with a smile on his face and noticing that Jack is getting furious. "Your dad should be careful if he trusts her because Emily will just take away the only thing your dad cares about the most. You. Because she took my son away from me. She's really good at that."

"You're jealous that my dad might be in love with Emily because you're still in love with her." Jack said, glaring at Doyle. "Emily didn't take me away from my dad. You did." He shouted, still glaring at Doyle.

Doyle's face flushed in anger and he stood up from the chair he was sitting in. He kicked the chair out of the way, which frightened Jack more and cause him to jump a little in his seat. Doyle saw that Jack is scared of him; he stepped closer to Jack's chair and leaned over him.

"I'm not jealous of your dad being in love with that bitch. I envy your dad because he has his son, but right now I have his son, if that bitch told me, where my son is I probably wouldn't have taken you." Doyle said, before standing up fully again.

"Her name is Emily." Jack angrily said.

Doyle raised his large hand and smacked Jack across the face, "She is a bitch and maybe when you get a little older, you will see that Emily is a bitch."

"No, I won't because she will always be Emily." Jack said.

"You will eventually; see that your friend Emily is a bitch, especially if your dad is in love with her because she will just take you away from your dad." Doyle said, before putting his large hands on Jack's shoulders and leaning over him again. "But I doubt your dad could really love Emily because she'll always belong to me." He whispered.

"You don't know that, my dad could love Emily." Jack told him.

"You really think your dad could love Emily?" Doyle asked.

Emily is one of the few people, who does get my dad to laugh and smile. And I could see my dad and Emily together. Jack thought to himself before answering Ian.

"Yes."

"I don't think your dad could love Emily because of something I gave her, so she'll forever belong to me." Doyle replied, back with a smile.

"What did you do to Emily?" Jack asked, wondering what Doyle gave Prentiss.

"I branded a four-leaf clover onto your friend Emily Prentiss' chest." Doyle answered, with an evil grin.

"Why?" Jack asked.

"So, no one can have her because of my mark on her. And now I'm going to give you something." Doyle said, before sitting his chair back up and walking over to a small table, with a small machine with electric wires and other small stuff sitting on top of the table, near the back of the room.

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Doyle scooted the table over to Jack's chair and he then moved his chair an inch in front of Jack's chair. He then sat down in the chair and after he sat down; he grabbed one of Jack's arm and then he grabbed the electric wires from the machine.

He turn Jack's arm around where his palm was face up. Doyle turn a little knob on the machine and got ready to brand Jack on the forearm, when the young boy cried out a name of a person he saw standing in the doorway.

"Emily." Jack cried out.

Doyle turned around to see Emily Prentiss; standing in the doorway with a gun leveled between his eyes.

Author's Note: I had a different idea for this chapter, but this idea stole my other idea. I do have to admit I do love this idea a whole a lot better than my other idea I had for this chapter. I sure hope you all liked this idea. Please tell me in a review, what you thought.