Chapter 10

Emily had just gave Morgan the address when an overwhelming sense of urgency ran through her body. The sky started to drizzle rain, matching the teams emotions perfectly.

"Morgan, faster." Emily commanded. Morgan sped up a little but not too much, he didn't want to get in a wreck. Since when was he the cautious one of the two? Things really had been different since JJ and Hotch where taken. It had been expected. Finally Morgan reached the address.

"What the hell is this place?" Emily asked. She stared at a large building, it had graffiti all over it, it obviously hadn't been used in years.

"Come on, let's go." Morgan said and withdrew his gun from its holster.

"Shouldn't we wait for the rest of the team? They should be here any minute." Emily cautioned. They had only left a little while after them, they had to get some more information from Garcia. So Morgan and Prentiss decided to go and they could meet them there.

"If they will be here any minute then what's the harm of just going now?" Morgan asked, Emily didn't answer, but pondered the question. "Em, JJ and Hotch could be in that building right now." Morgan said and pointed a finger at it. Emily nodded her head, they went inside weapons drawn. The first thing they saw as they entered the building was a staircase.

"Alright, you take the top. I'll take down here." Morgan said. Emily once again nodded her head, they went their separate ways. Emily climbed the staircase quickly and pointed her gun and the first door she saw, she kicked the door open and cleared the empty room. She left the room and went on to the next across the hallway, she again kicked it open. There was nothing inside other than a large pool of blood.

"What the he-" she was cut off by hand gripped over her mouth.

"Don't say another word." The man growled. He took the gun from her hand and held it to her head. He released his hold on her mouth and instead wrapped it around her neck. Emily would have screamed, had she not had her own gun pressed to her temple. He pushed her out of the room and into the room at the end of the hallway. He violently shoved her inside then closed the door and locked it. He kept the gun trained on her head the entire time. Emily could faintly hear her name being called. He turned around and pounced on her, her head slammed against the ground. She groaned in pain and clutched her head.

"Who the hell are you?" The man said.

"FBI you bastard." Emily groaned again.

"Shh!" He punched her in the jaw. The tears fell freely, this man was strong.

"Why are you here?" He asked.

"We are looking for Patrick Gless." Emily answered honestly.

"That's my twin brother." The man said. She started to speak, but was cut off by a sickening punch to the gut. That's when she heard pounding footsteps. She gasped for breath. Probably to loud because she got another punch in the stomach that left her doubling over and coughing up blood on the ground. Just as she was sitting up the door slammed open.

"FBI! Let her go!" Morgan shouted. He tried not to let the anger seep into his voice. The man instantly wrapped her bony arms around her neck and held the gun to her temple. Morgans eyes had fire in them, if this man hurt his girl. . .blood would be spilt.

"Why are you looking for Patrick?" The man cried.

"Do you know him?" Morgan asked.

"He is my twin brother." The man growled.

"We believe he is holding two of our agents hostage, just like your doing now." Morgan said.

"Patrick is in trouble? Not me?" The man asked.

"Yes." Morgan agreed, hoping it would save Emily's life. The man shoved Emily off his body.

"You gotta give me the gun." Morgan said. The man willingly handed it over.

"Now I have to do this, it's procedure." Morgan handcuffed the man, then quickly ran over to Emily's side.

"Em, are you okay?" Morgan said. Morgan could already see the bruise forming on her jaw. She nodded her head but didn't say anything, she laid there for a minute before attempting to stand up.

"No, stop! Just lay there. Your obviously hurt." Morgan showed guilt and resentment as clear as day on his face.

"Derek, I'm fine. It was only a few hits. Nothing I can't handle." Emily stood up and winced. She started to walk out of the room.

"Wait! Is that blood on your head?" Morgan asked, worry crept into his voice.

"Well, he slammed my head against the floor. I didn't think it was that bad." Emily said, reaching her hand up to the back of her head. Even though Morgan told her it was there, the sticky substance still shocked her senses.

"Let's get you to a hospital." Morgan said. Emily didn't argue. The team ran in the room right after.

"What happened?" Rossi asked.

"This is Patrick Gless' twin brother." Morgan said pointing to the man on the floor. "Now I need to take Emily to the hospital, you guys got it from here?"

"Wait why do- what happened?" Reid asked, very confused.

"That bastard crept up on me in one of the rooms. He got my gun and forced me in here. He punched me a few times and slammed my head against the ground. I guess it's bleeding." Emily said, once again touching the sticky substance, she winced at the touch. "But I'm okay." Emily assured her three remaining team members. They nodded unbelieving, then Morgan rushed her out to the SUV. They arrived at the hospital in record time.

JJ finally awoke from a deep unconscious state.

"How long was I out?" JJ asked. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and groaned in pain.

"Too long." Was all Hotch could say.

JJ forced a standing position.

"Has he been back since I was out?"

"No, not that I know of." Hotch answered.

JJ nodded her head and started walking towards the door.

"Jayje, this is such a bad idea. Please. Please don't hurt yourself worse than you already have." Hotch pleaded.

"Aaron, you know I have to do it. I am just going to find a phone or something. I probably will be back before he notices." JJ argued. She would try to escape, but she was too weak and there is no way she would leave her lover here, by himself, at the hands of a crazy person. It's out of the question.

"Please JJ, be careful." Hotch finally replied.

"You know I will." JJ nearly whispered, then turned the door handle and left the horrible room. She was now in a long hallway, it looked like it went on forever. She could get lost in this. Will I make it back from this? She thought hopelessly. She started to feel her hands along the wall, if she had bread she would leave bread crumbs, so she wouldn't get lost but she barley had any food as it was. Every tiny piece of food they got, they needed desperately. Finally she came to a door. It was locked, so she continued on her path. She came to the next door, locked again. By the time she made her way to the third door on her right she felt hopeless, but fate surprised her. It was unlocked, she scurried inside then closed the door. The sight she saw nearly had her screaming, she whipped her hand up over her mouth and silently screamed.

It was the mutilated body of Patrick Gless' wife.