I'm back guys! Thank you to long time reviewers zhangxianna and dauntlessfourever for leaving reviews on my last chapter! Dauntlessfourever you asked for more Emily action….. ask and you shall receive! I really want this chapter to be more Emily centered because we have only seen little snippets of her! Also thank you to spooladio and minxheart, new reviewers! I don't get many reviews so new ones make me excited and I appreciate EVERYTHING all of you say. Also I don't actually know if concussions cause short term memory loss but we're gonna pretend they do

"Let me just see if I'm getting this right. You sent my daughter….with the same hair and eye color as other victims… undercover as a…..prostitute? With no warning in advance? Hardly any time to prepare her story? No time to uncover the holes in the plan and fix them? And now she's drunk…. And concussed?" Robert spits out the words at agent Hotchner, though JJ was the one who had spoken to him.

His words ring true of any CIA agent, and what their main concerns for any mission are. There is also a touch of fatherly concern and it makes for an interesting combination.

"Like I told you, sir, Emily had dozens of police officers, as well as our team, tailing her. We made sure she felt completely comfortable with going undercover, and she was heavily wired. Her dark features also made her the only agent who could go undercover." It takes every bit of self control Hotch has to keep his voice calm and his fists unclenched. He understands it of course, the worry that Robert feels, but it doesn't make it any easier to deal with him.

JJ stands helplessly against the kitchenette cabinets with her arms crossed. The two men had been going back and forth for god knows how long. She had had to run interference a few times, and the environment was quickly loosing its civility.

Two alpha males in the same room fighting for dominance over the conversation, and whether Hotch realized it or not, over Emily.

It hadn't taken JJ long to realize the relationship between her boss and best friend was shifting. The two had started to stand closer, not enough for most people to see, but enough for JJ to notice. Hotch had started to stand slightly in front of her whenever cops from whatever case they were working flirted with her, as if he was protecting her. The two had a habit of walking to their cars together, which are now parked much closer than they had once been. Even if they didn't know it, they were falling for each other. And that's only what JJ had seen on the job, who knew what happened outside of work?

Robert stands a few feet away from JJ while Hotch, Elizabeth, and Reid sit around the table facing the other two. Rossi is watching over Emily and Garcia is on her computer.

"Well obviously she wasn't watched close enough otherwise he wouldn't have gotten a chance to take her. Would you like to tell me how he ended up abducting her?"

"Emily was sent undercover for two nights. After the first night we believe he followed us back to the police station and realized she was planted. This unsub is incredibly smart and is a computer genius. He learned everything he needed to about Emily and the next night she went undercover he hacked into the wire she was wearing and scrambled it so she was unable to hear us and we were unable to track her."

"you believe he followed you back? You mean you don't even know?! This is ridiculous. I want to talk to your superior. The complete incompetence that was displayed is unacceptable!" Again Robert talks to Hotch though JJ had said the words, again.

His words are spit with so much poison that JJ involuntarily shrinks back from the man next to her.

Robert and Hotch are coiled with tension so tight they are like rubber bands getting ready to snap.

"ENOUGH" Derek stands suddenly and moves his chair out of the way. "Bickering back and forth like this isn't going to get us anywhere. Emily was taken, and there was nothing we could have done to do to stop it. We can all sit here and fight until we're dead but it won't help Emily, and that is all we want to do; find Emily and make sure she's okay."

Hotch nods uneasily and forces the tension to leave his shoulders.

Robert seems less ready to back down. His arms are crossed in front of his chest and his breaths are rapid and heavy.

"I want to see her."

"What?" Derek acts as if he hadn't heard him.

"I want to see her on the damn camera."

"Robert I don't think that's such a good idea….." JJ moves closer to the older man and looks at him with sympathy. "She doesn't look the best right now."

The older man starts to protest when Elizabeth holds up her hand. Before now she hadn't responded to the argument around her. She had passively sat by and listened to the two go back and forth.

"Just let him see her."

"Sir…" Reid tries to diffuse the situation.

"With all due respect no one knows what we're going through. I carried Emily in my womb for 9 months and we have raised her for 40 years. We have soothed every fever, cured every cold, and helped with every nightmare. You have all known her for what, 6 years? We've known her her entire life. Take whatever you're feeling and amplify it by 100."

For the first time Elizabeth doesn't sound like an ambassador, she sounds like a scared mother.

The agents say nothing.

"Fine, if you won't take him to see her than I will." Elizabeth stands and grabs her ex husbands hand and pulls him out of the kitchenette.

Within a few seconds they enter the room with the monitors. If Rossi objects to the pair in the room he doesn't say anything, just turns back to the monitor.

Every agent piles into the room expect for Reid, who had probably gone back to help Garcia.

No one speaks for a long time.

Robert steps closer to the monitor and twists around, his face contorted.

"I know this has to be hard….." JJ steps closer to the man to offer support.

"No, no. I mean yes this is incredibly hard but….. what the hell is she doing?"

Emily stands flush against the wall with her neck bent at an uncomftorable angle. She looks straight up toward the patch of wall that glows ever so slightly.

That has to be a window. What else could it be?

It is roughly 5 feet above her.

How do I get up there?

Emily backs away from her awkward position against the wall and surveys the room. Her gaze locks onto the closest thing toward her, the autopsy table.

Quickly, Emily scurries over to the table and pulls it roughly. Her movements aren't as sharp as she would like but she doesn't have time to complain. He could be back at any moment, who knows how kong he's been gone for?

The table jerks toward the agent with a loud scraping sound.

Emily cringes as the sound echoes in the barn. Deafening silence rolls over the barn as she freezes in place and listens for any sound of the unsub. After several long and stressful seconds Emily lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

With another sharp tug the cart moves closer to the desired location. The sounds of the moving table are loud and with each tug Emily's heart race increases.

A particularly loud screech from the wheels has Emily spinning around to look at the door just in case. He could hear the noise and come running at anytime, and then he would tie her down again and do god knows what.

Wait…. When did he untie me?

Emily stands with her brow furrowed as she tries to pinpoint the exact moment when he had untied her. It had to have been after the alcohol….. or was it?

Damnit Emily it doesn't matter!

She shakes her head and something in the corner of the room grabs her attention. The chair that she was tied to lays on its side.

DUMBASS WHY DIDN'T YOU USE THAT?!

Emily moves to push the autopsy table out of the way to accommodate the chair when she hears it. Hurried footsteps from outside the barn, and the unsub shouting her name angrily.

It's as if it doesn't matter that she's still drunk and has a concussion, for a few seconds her agent skills kick into high gear.

Emily dashes across the room and gracefully lifts the chair off of the ground and sprints toward the door. If she could her see herself she'd be incredibly impressed that she'd managed to move so swiftly and gracefully.

The doorknob starts to turn just as Emily thrusts the chair under the knob. The turning stops.

"Emily open this damn door!" The unsubs voice is muffled, but it would be hard to miss the anger laced in his tone.

Without answering Emily backs up a few feet to observe her handiwork. The chair seems to be holding, luckily.

The unsub is quiet from the other side of the door. She can hear the sound of receding footsteps.

A jolt of accomplishment thrums through her body. Finally she had done something right. After sitting here utterly useless it felt good to do something and have it go her way. Maybe she could get out of here.

CRACK

The door bends with the unsubs weight as he throws himself against it.

Emily is frozen like a deer in headlights. It's as if she doesn't have control over her body.

Emily, GO.

This time it isn't her voice in her head, but Hotch's, screaming at her to go. It makes sense that it would be his voice. He is her protecter, her boss. He had always had her back on cases and she his. With all of those reasons it is still strange to her that his voice was what she turned to, she would have to analyze it later.

Without another thought about it, shoving it into one of the many boxes in her head, she takes off running towards the metal table.

The adrenaline coursing through her veins gives her the strength to finish pushing the table against the wall.

The unsub continues to throw his weight against the door, with each passing minute he is getting closer and closer to breaking it off of it's hinges.

Emily scrambles on top of the table and lets a smile break onto her face when she is level with the window, and then she freezes.

How the hell am I supposed to break through this paneling?

"Emilyyyyy" The unsubs voice pierces through the thin walls of the barn. "I'm cominggggg." His sing songs voice brings shivers up Emily's spine.

Panic sets in.

Breathe in

Breathe out

Breathe in

Breathe out

Emily lets out a deep breath and focuses on the wall in front of her.

There's a tiny crack in the bottom right corner of the panel. With one hand she sticks a nail into the crack and pops it up, delighted with her luck when the panel moves slightly.

CRACKKKKKK

The door splinters and the unsub reaches his arm in blindly to try and remove the chair from under the handle.

Emily jumps with the sound and quickly rips the panel away. Sunlight streams in through the window and blinds her, the afternoon sun coming in harshly. She recovers quickly and opens her eyes, a smile on her face at what she had just accomplished.

The window has bars on it.

Blood drains from her face.

She's still trapped. The freedom she once thought she had was ripped through her fingers.

The door gives out and the unsub comes rushing into the room and toward Emily. Without warning he grabs around her waist and tugs her down from on top of the table.

She kicks and flails in his arms with all her might but his strong arms wont let her go.

A gasp of pain echoes through the room as Emily swings her elbow back and into his face.

He reflexively lets go to bring his hands to his throbbing face.

The moment the unsub releases her, Emily finds her footing, sloppily, and runs toward and out the open door, the unsub shouting behind her.

She had found her freedom after all.

Her legs shake as she runs from the barn she had been held captive in. She hadn't run since she had been taken and even then before the case began, and the misuse is showing.

All that matters is the trees that she rushes past, the feel of the forest floor underneath her bare feet, and her harsh breathing as she sprints through the woods.

The afternoon sun beats down on her exposed skin and somewhere in her mind she realizes that it must be around noon. She had been missing for around 10 hours if her calculations are correct, though that is not what she is focusing on.

The unsub shouts angrily behind her but he is far, the blow to his face stunning him more than she realized and giving her a nice head start.

Not a single thought is in her head as she continues to run, the tattered red dress flying in the breeze. Survival mode has kicked in and that is all she knows.

Until she trips over a tree root and goes flying.

Alone now, Emily lets herself groan in pain. She landed stomach down with her head lightly hitting the dirt and her palms dragging on the forest floor.

The fall was just what she needed to take a break and think. She can't keep running forever, she has to come up with a plan.

Emily stealthily gets up and onto her feet and ducks behind a large tree to her left, listening for sounds of the unsub. It's hard to concentrate on anything expect for her erratic breathing, but when she finally does she hears nothing.

A bird coos from somewhere in front of her and the sound of squirrels climbing trees calms her ever so slightly.

Carefully, Emily steps from behind the tree and collides with the unsub.

He instantly latches his arms around her waist. "Gotcha! You aren't going anywhere now." His grip is vice like and leaves Emily no room to move.

Still she fights, she flails, and she kicks until she stops. She slumps in his arms and the unsub has to change his grip to accommodate her weight.

"God damnit Emily. Sometimes I wonder if you're even worth the trouble" the unsub grumbles to himself as he stumbles to absorb her weight.

The unsub eventually gives up and lays her against the ground, crouching next to her above her head. He can't help but admire her beauty as she lays unconscious. Ugly bruises and dried blood mark her face but it is easy to see that she is attractive.

He hates that he finds her attractive. Hates that every time he looks at her he second guesses his choice to continue to put her through his childhood. He should hate her, despise her, find pleasure in hurting her as he does all of the rest. But she is different, oh yes she is different.

Somewhere inside of him he knows she isn't a prostitute, know's she is not like the others, like HER. But is it too late to have something good with her? She might be able to grow to love him, in time.

Maybe when he gets her back home they can have a conversation about their future. If she is unwilling to rise above the others and become his wife, then she will suffer as all the others had. As she will deserve should she refuse him.

It confuses him, these conflicting desires in his head.

Hurt her

Love her

Kill her

Save her

Two sides of him wage an eternal war.

Could he save her, as he himself had never been saved? Or is she like all of the other whores who he had tested and punished.

The unsub reaches out his hand and strokes her cheek gently "what will I do with you, Emily?"

Emily has to fight the natural instinct to flinch away from his touch. He's devolving, she can feel it in his touch and hear it in his voice. It is clear, even through the fog her mind is shrouded in that if she doesn't come up with a plan soon it could end very bad for her.

It is unclear to her whether he has devolved enough that she could try and manipulate him. If she could play her cards right and seduce him to save her the pain that could be coming her way. One thing is clear though, she would do anything to save her life. Even if it meant playing house with him.

Pretending to faint is a lot harder than she thought it was going to be. She didn't think he would be so gentle with her, that he would touch her. She had thought that he would pick her up and attempt to carry her back roughly, so that she could flail out and stun him again.

The unsubs hand moves slowly from her cheek to in between her breasts, and a shiver of terror workes its way through her body.

She needs to do something before his hand moves even an inch in any direction. She couldn't take this, his hands on her. It was much easier to handle when they were filled with rage, not lust.

Without warning a clap of thunder sounds from above and it begins to pour. Buckets of rain come down and within seconds they are both drenched.

The unsub removes his hand and swiftly looks up to the sky that had been sunny only seconds before.

Bingo.

With the unsub distracted, Emily grips onto his shoulders and brings her knee upwards, connecting it with his nose.

Blood instantly pours from his nose and by the time Emily removes her knee it is covered in red.

Without waiting another second Emily springs to her feet and delivers a strong right hook before sprinting away in the pouring rain. She had to hope that her punch was powerful enough to knock him out, not wanting to waist anymore time around the unsub. He was a large man and he could easily turn the fight around.

Thud

The sound reaches Emily's ears and a feral grin breaks out on her face as she continues to race through the forest.

Take that you sick son of a bitch

She doesn't know when she finally stops running. She has no way to tell how long it had been, or what direction she was headed. All she knows is that she's exhausted, and if she doesn't stop running now she won't be able to start again later.

That's when she notices it. It had probably been in her mind all along, but her survival skills had not let any other thoughts come to the forefront of her brain.

It has her whipping around in circles trying to prove her brain wrong, until the weight of the revelation sends her crashing to her knees and her tears are mixing with the still pouring rain. She shakes her head and continues to sob until nothing comes.

It's all forest. Everything around her is forest. She had been running for god knows how long and she hadn't seen or heard any sounds of civilization. No other houses, no humans, no cars, no roads, no nothing.

She's alone. In the middle of the forest. With hardly any clothing on. No food in her stomach. No idea where she is. No hope.

She would scream if the woods around her weren't so quiet, he could be anywhere. Instead she throws up hopefully the last bit of alcohol in her system.

With the last bit of strength left in her system, Emily drags her battered body over to a nearby bush and tries to cover her body with it. She lays her head against the ground and holds back tears, she refuses to cry anymore. It won't help her in any way, in fact it would be a waste of time.

Her last thought is that she won't waste anymore tears on herself, even refuses to, before exhaustion claims her and she falls asleep.

The sun warms her skin as she walks through the field, barefoot and wearing a sky blue sun dress.

She closes her eyes and basks in the warmth, feeling more at ease than ever before. She can't remember how she got into this field, or even where she is, but for some reason none of that matters to her.

A tug on her waist has Emily stumbling back into a hard surface, an arm wraps around her waist and another one gently around her shoulder and neck.

"I miss you" Hotch breathes into her ear and kisses her gently on the cheek "come home, Emily."

The feeling of safety washes over her and she knows that she could stay forever in his arms. That she could be content to never move an inch, as long as he was here.

Emily furrows her brow as his words hit her. If she wasn't home…. Where was she?

"MOMMY!" A shrill, feminine voice that could only belong to a toddler rips through the silence of the field.

A mass collides with her mid section and another with her legs, causing her to stumble backwards.

Hotch accommodates the new weight and laughs, a sound that has Emily spinning her head to look at him. When had she ever heard him laugh with so much joy?

"They miss you."

"Who?" Emily had never been more confused in her entire life.

"US!"

For the first time since they had latched onto her, Emily looks down at the two children clinging to her.

The child wrapped around her legs is male, and he looks up at her with a face that she had watched grow up.

"Jack!" Emily smiles down at the boy and ruffles his hair.

A tug on her hair pulls Emily's attention from the boy to a child she had never seen before.

Rested on her hip (when had Emily shifted her there?) was a little girl. She had incredibly dark hair and eyes and it felt as if Emily was looking at a toddler version of herself. The girl had all of her prominent features, except for the dimples which were unmistakably Hotch's.

The little girl reaches her hand to touch Emily's cheek and says in that adorably young voice "I miss you, come home mommy."

Instead of this situation startling her as much as it should, the scene puts her to ease. In this moment she realizes this is all she wants. A man who loves her, and children they can watch grow up.

When had her life become this? What had she done to get so lucky?

"Jack, Amelia, go play tag for a while."

Without needing another push, the two children unlatch from Emily and go running off into the flowers and grass around them.

"Amelia?" Emily hears herself ask in a small voice as she turns around to face Hotch.

"I know that you wanted Jennifer after JJ, but I think it's a beautiful name." Hotch brings his hands up and clutches her face with his hands.

Emily weakly nods. Tears threaten to roll down her face, tears of joy.

The sun disappears suddenly and a streak of lighting lights up the sky.

"Come home, Emily."

A clap of thunder shakes the ground and without warning Hotch is gone.

"Hotch!" Emily screams at the top of her lungs, not caring about how weak and scared she sounded. The feeling of safety is gone. She spins around desperately trying to find him.

It begins to pour, and Emily knows without a doubt that she is alone in the field that had once held her family.

"Come home, Emily."

"Come home, Emily."

Emily's eyes spring wide open.

Gone is the field of flowers, grass, and sunshine. Instead she lays on the forest floor half covered in a bush. Rain continuously falls from the sky in thick droplets.

It had been a dream, just a dream. The feeling of profound loss washes over her.

She mourns for how happy she had been, how safe she had felt. It was a cruel dream, to show her everything she could have and then have to wake up here. She would rather have had a nightmare.

At the same time, if fuels her desire for freedom. She could have everything she had seen in her dream if she could find her way back. Back to Hotch and the team, back to her possible future.

With the last bit of the dream leaving her, she could begin to asses her surroundings.

The sky was filled with dark clouds and it didn't look like the rain would stop anytime soon. The rain would have been unbearable if it hadn't been for the early June warmth. Though Emily was hardly wearing any clothing, she felt comfortable with the temperature.

It was starting to get dark outside, a strangely beautiful twilight had set over the forest. The sun had just barely gone down behind the trees.

Her entire body was aching. Her face was throbbing, her ribs were definitely bruised if not cracked, and her abdomen was killing her. Bruises littered her legs, arms, torso, and face. But at least it didn't feel like anything was broken.

Whoopty fricken doo

The concussion is troubling as well as the high possibility for internal bleeding, but there isn't anything she can do about it.

It feels like the alcohol had mostly left her system, or at least it's now at a tolerable level. Emily had functioned drunk before and she'll no doubt function drunk again.

Taking a deep breath, Emily forces herself to sit up. The world spins far more than she'd like and a headache pounds against her skull but at least she's alive.

Apparently there's more alcohol in her system than she thought.

Emily tilts her head in thought and tries to guess how long she'd been gone.

It has to be around 18 hours.

Holy shit, I've been asleep for 8 hours in the damn woods?! Jesus Christ Emily, it isn't damn nap time. Do you want to go home or not?

"Come home, Emily!"

Emily freezes as she hears the voice of the unsub ringing through the forest. He's close, and if she doesn't do something soon he'll find her. So that's what had woken her up.

Points for determination you psycho

Without another thought, Emily springs to her feet and begins to climb the nearest tree.

"Come home, Emily!" His voice is angrily desperate and he runs swiftly through the forest trying to locate her.

The second Emily had scrambled to the top of the tree and situated herself in a branch the unsub runs past the bush she had been in and stops.

He brings his hands to his face and a flash of metal makes Emily's heart stop.

He's holding a gun. She's being hunted.

Emily brings her hands up over her mouth to cover up the sound of her breathing. She would be shocked if he looked up in the trees but you never know.

As if he knows she's been there, he stares down at the bush. In a swift movement he crouches down next to it and picks up a red scrap of fabric.

Fuck.

Fuck this dress.

Fuck this forest.

The unsub looks around swiftly and runs further into the woods, away from her.

Emily drops her hands from her mouth and lets out a deep breath.

And now, all she can do is wait.

Alright so I didn't plan on making it so hotchniss, honestly I didn't obut I LOVE THEM and couldn't help it. They're my babies. Leave me a review, let me know how I did :)