A/N: Thank you all for reviewing and following this story. You all are lovely angels! Thank you for sticking with me, I know it's been hard. I'm hoping to finish this story soon so I can start bigger and better ideas I've had for a while. Make sure you check out some of my other works if you've enjoyed this! Thanks.

Chapter Eleven.

"I still can't believe you went behind my back like that." She sighed softly and rolled her eyes at the man as he stood in the kitchen, looking for a bottle of wine Dave had given him as a Christmas gift.

"Em, what was I supposed to do? I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I'm not going to apologize for doing it. You needed to know the truth. You needed to talk to him and hear him out." He let out a soft grunt as he banged his head on the refrigerator as he came up with an unopened bottle of expensive wine.

Emily stifled a soft chuckle and watched him as he rubbed the top of his head and placed the bottle on the counter. "You alright there?" He nodded, grabbing two wine goblets for the both of them. She eyed the wine and smirked, "You're not trying to get me drunk just so you can sleep with me, right?" She poured herself a glass of the scarlet liquid, her lip quirking upward in an amused smile.

He spluttered, having completely not expected that. Her humor was so different from his and it still caught him off guard at times. Then again, he did often enjoy it, even if she teased him. "Absolutely not. I just figured that we both needed a drink." He shrugged and poured himself a generous amount for himself. "Reminds me of when I worked for your mother." He clinked his glass to hers in a silent toast, nodding as he watched her take a sip. She rolled her eyes playfully and placed her goblet on the counter.

"Oh, yeah, fun times." She exhaled softly, opening her mouth to speak once more, but a loud crash caught both of their attention. "What was that?" Emily stiffened, her eyes shifting from Aaron to where the crash came from. She swallowed hard. It had almost sounded like glass breaking. She shivered as the suspense seemed to spike in the air. Aaron made a grab for his gun and he pushed her behind him, nodding.

"Emily, I need you to stay behind me-"

Before he could even finish, she was at his side again, grabbing his spare from the counter drawer. "Emily, please."

"I'm an agent too-"

"You haven't been cleared, also I have been told to protect you now, Shhh. Get behind me," He hissed, slowly making his way through the living room. He hid around the bend in the wall and peeked his head out, Emily's appearing just below his as he sighed. "Emily-"

"I'm not an invalid, Hotch." She rolled her eyes as he studied the living room. He travelled through the room, poking around every nook and cranny, making sure the room was clear. "Bedroom." He hit the bedroom next, hearing the sound of heavy breathing. Somebody was definitely inside with them. Pulling his phone from his back pocket, he slipped it into Emily's hand and he nodded, "Go. Call 911, and the team. Go, run outside, Emily. As fast as you can. Take the spare." He swallowed, not knowing what else lay just outside the apartment. They could be surrounded for all he knew. She accepted the phone and backed out of the room, heading out the door and rushing toward the stairs.

Just as she reached the stair door, it swung open and a man closed in on her, grabbing ahold of her arm. She twisted in his grasp and slammed the butt of the glock into his temple, making him lose his hold on her. She took off down the three flights of stairs and down to the ground level. Hearing voices just outside the apartment building, Emily dove behind the front desk. She gripped the cellphone tightly in her hand and dialed Agent Garcia.

"Em-gem!" Emily could hear the echo of gunshots and shouting as she swallowed hard, the blood rushing to her head while she caught her breath.

"Penelope, Hotch is in trouble. He's in his apartment, they're here. Call 911, find my father and tell him we've been followed." Her breath was labored as she hid behind the counter. A second later, she felt a sharp tug on her hair. Her eyes flicked up to come face to face with the man that had captured her all the way back in Italy. He grinned widely, his grip tightening on her shoulder as he pulled her up, the phone toppling from her hand.

"Emily?! EMILY?" Garcia was frantically yelling for the brunette agent, hoping she was okay. She had already called in the S.W.A.T. team and local police officers as well as the rest of the team. Sirens could be heard in the distance.

He dragged the gun across her neck, pushing her hair out of the way as he examined her neck and face. "There she is. Big beautiful brown eyes." He hummed, pressing his lips to the top of her head.

"You're not getting away this time, whore." He chuckled in that heavy accent, his breath smelling just as it had that night when Emily woke up on the damp mattress. "You will die, just like your mother; A whore." He dragged her out of the building, a gun to her temple as he pulled her out into the open of the cold night. She shivered in his arms, struggling to get free.

"You know, your daddy used to work with us. Not in the human trafficking ring, but other things. Oh, I'm sure he would do anything for his precious daughter." He smirked, pressing his fat lips to the top of her hair. "He faked his death, you know. Your mother's too. But oh, I found her. I tracked the little whore down, just as I did to you." He snickered as Emily whimpered softly in his grip. "Where's your big knight in shining armor now, Princess?" He eyed her, throwing her in the back of a vehicle. "Oh, Lorelai." He slammed the door shut behind her and chuckled darkly.

"Not Lorelai." She managed to choke out as he climbed in the driver's seat. She shivered, her injuries that were healing began to ache again. She was scared and alone and hurt but she would not show it. She heard the sirens drive by, feeling the vehicle stop to pull over. Good! She thought. Maybe she was saved. But the sirens seemed to pass by, growing fainter as the vehicle jolted, driving back onto the road. "Where are you taking me?" She growled through grit teeth, her head slamming against the door as the van rocked with each sharp turn. She bit her tongue to keep from yelping out in pain.

She heard him snicker, catching his dark, old eyes in the mirror. "Can't tell you, Lorelai." She grit her jaw, hating that the longer they travelled meant that she was getting further from Aaron. Sometime during the night, the vehicle slowed. "Speak or make one sound, and you will wish you hadn't." She didn't understand his words at first. Why were they slowing down? Finally the van came to a stop all together and a cop approached the window of the vehicle. George Hoyt tipped his head in a greeting, eyeing the officer.

"Hello Officer, just making deliveries. You know how it is."

The officer shined a light into the vehicle but not at the back section where Emily lay in pain and bloodied. "Ah, deliveries? Carry on then."

Emily let out a soft whimper as the officer began to walk away to his patrol cruiser. She was thrown forward as the vehicle lurched forward again, slamming her into the seat. She moaned in pain, her whole body aching. "Aw, is the poor princess hurt?" He glanced back at her and chuckled, driving a bit further.

Emily swallowed back the taste of bile in her mouth as she rolled on the hard floor of the van. "Please. I need to use the restroom." She prayed that he would stop so she could at least try to get free or something. She had a small chance, but there was something. Sighing, Hoyt pulled into an abandoned park.

He stopped the car and grabbed a pair of handcuffs from the front seat, bind her hands together and leading her out, gripping her by her hair. "You try ANYTHING, and your beloved team goes down with you. Got it?!" He growled, his face just mere inches from hers. She nodded slowly, swallowing a lump in her throat. "Now hurry up." He pulled her forward, checking to make sure the whole place was actually vacant as the darkness suggested. "You have two minutes."

She shuddered as he pushed her forward and into the tiny stall.

Once she had reached her two minutes, he kicked open the door, eyeing her as she finished buttoning her pants. He cackled and gripped her again, bringing her back to the vehicle. "Oh, Lorelai. My, you have really grown."

Aaron shook his head as he beat himself up over losing Emily already. He was supposed to keep her safe! He had promised, had made a deal to her father, and within a half hour, he had broken it and lost her. He just had such a great track record. He had killed one of the men in cold blood in his apartment, making it a crime scene. Emily's father, trying to stay away from the public's eye, stayed hidden as he came to meet Aaron and hear what happened. Hotch took in a shaky breath and sighed, "I'm sorry." He looked up at the older man that was Emily's father and swallowed hard, "I-I didn't think-"

"No, you didn't think." Christopher scrubbed a large hand down his face and pinched the bridge of his nose as the two men drove, trying to locate the brunette. "Again she's missing, and again she is in the hands of one of the most dangerous career criminals of all."

Hotch's eyes clouded over. "What exactly does George Hoyt, um… do to his-" He couldn't get the word out. He couldn't say it. Once he called Emily a victim, there was no going back. This became real. He thought of Emily that first day he saw her in the hospital, how broken she looked, the color of her skin was an off white, almost a sickly green, the terrible hairdye job, everything that made his Emily was taken from her. Even her memories were swiped from her. He couldn't have her like that again.

Christopher took a long time before answering. He didn't want to tell the younger man just what could possibly be happening at any given moment. Feeling the man's eyes on him, he nodded slowly and exhaled. "Hoyt is… one of the world's most dangerous criminals, he's… been charged for raping, torturing, and then selling women into human trafficking." He took in a large breath and kept his eyes on the road, trying to keep the wheel straight. His daughter could already be dead for all they knew.

A lone tear escaped him and trickled down his cheek. Just as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone. He had wiped it away before Hotch could catch him. His daughter was alone and probably scared out of her mind, and it wouldn't be the first time either. He took in a deep breath and pulled over, turning off the vehicle and climbing out. He needed air, he needed a moment to reevaluate his whole life. He'd made poor decisions in his life, but returning to his daughter's was the best thing to ever happen to him. He had missed her, had always wondered how she was doing, wondered what she looked like now that she was all grown up. It pained him to know that she was single and yet this man who obviously cared and loved her very much, wasn't the one in her life. At least not yet.

As if sensing something off, Hotch opened the passenger seat door and eyed the man as he took a cigarette from his pack and replaced it in his back pocket. He lit the cigarette and took in a deep drag on it. "You love her, I can see it."

Hotch worked his jaw, wetting his lips as he looked down at the ground. Slowly, he raised his eyes to meet Christopher's and nodded. "I do."

"But she doesn't know it." It was as if he hadn't even spoken. Chris shook his head and let out a large pool of smoke, watching as it swirled around the two. "I've made mistakes in my life." He shook his head, the smoking mixing into their clothes and skin, "I just wish I was able to stay with my family. None of this would have happened. Emily would be here." He glanced over at Aaron and watched him for a brief moment. "Aaron, I know a lot has happened these past few days, but when we get her back… Will you take care of her? She needs to know that she is worthy of being loved and is capable of loving someone. There will be a time when I won't be the one to watch over her, and I need you to do that. I need someone to keep her happy. I believe that someone can be you." He nodded and watched his reaction.

Hotch nodded and stepped up to the man, "We will catch this bastard. I promise you that much. And once we do, then we'll talk about your daughter. You're right about one thing. I do love Emily. But it's not about if I love her. It's about how she feels. I don't want to rush her or force her into something, especially if she doesn't feel the same way."

He swallowed hard, wishing that none of this had happened. He should already have Emily Prentiss by his side, in his arms where she could be safe. He needed to find her. Christopher took one last long drag on his cigarette and threw it to the ground, stomping it out. Aaron watched him, his heart jumping out of his chest as he spotted a small pool of red. "Look." He pointed at the spot and swallowed. "Blood. It's recent." He looked down at the mud and nodded, "And over here are tire tracks. They came this way!" He studied the tracks in the mud, thankful that it had rained just recently, and he swallowed. "I'll call CSI to analyze these. We can get the make and model from these."

"Well, that's a start." Christopher nodded and followed him back into the car.

A/N: Yay, I'm back to this story. I have to admit… I did lose interest a while back, but now I think I may have come up with something to help my motivation in finishing this story. I've told myself that I can't start anything new until I finish my other fics, and this one is the last one, besides the one I'm working on now, of course. But I promise, we're getting there! Thanks for sticking around.

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-Emily.