Emily's dark eyes watched as a smile appeared on Amber's face, her lips curling up menacingly and those blue orbs glancing down to take a peek at her chest, which Emily knew was able to be seen easily with the shirt she had chosen to wear. "You must be tired." She cast her eyes to the younger woman, her hands clasping together on the metal table as she noticed the circles underneath her eyes.

"You're pretty sexy," she grinned.

Emily didn't falter, and with a stern look to the woman in custody, she saw a miniscule twitch from the blonde's bottom lip. "They haven't given you any water, have they? You must be pretty dehydrated," she stated steadily. "Drug users usually dry out a lot faster than others, especially when they haven't had a fix in almost a day."

Amber smirked at the look in the brunette agent's eyes, and she clutched the blanket she was given just a little bit harder. "Vous êtes incroyablement sexy. Vos seins sont fantastiques "

The brown eyed woman did her best not to roll her eyes at the crude compliment that was spoken to her in French. "In English, Ms. Wooly."

"Non merci, bébé."

She really thinks I don't know what she's saying, Emily smiled to herself. "Coupez la merde, Amber." The brunette fought the urge to smile at the sight of the younger woman's widening eyes, and she slowly leaned forward. "And don't pretend like you find me attractive."

Amber's brows furrowed. "Excuse me?"

"Your fingernails are almost perfect, your hair bleached up to the roots and your heavy makeup almost all the way rubbed off. A hooker's not that hard to spot," she whispered darkly. "But your pimp makes you go to women instead of men because the ones who go out looking for fun pay more, and you're complimenting my appearance because you're trying to keep your act up."

The younger girl's blue eyes hardened slightly on the agent sitting across from her. "You don't know anything about me."

Emily flicked the tip of her tongue over her two front teeth, sitting straighter in her chair. "So tell me then. I'd love to know all about you and your friend Christina." That's when she saw the blonde's eyes darken with fear. Bingo.

Jane watched her friend through the one-way mirror with her arms crossed over her breasts, smirking at the sight of the FBI agent straightening her slender shoulders. She was getting through. Glancing to the genius agent that stood on the other side of the room, she smirked. "Time so far?"

"One minute and forty-seven seconds."

The Italian detective's grin was quickly washed away at the look she saw the girl in custody giving the agent that sat across from her, angry French words flying from her mouth. "What is she saying?"

Reid frowned as he leaned closer to the mirror, watching his friend inside the interrogation room slowly stand from her seat. "Don't hurt her, please don't hurt her."

Jane's eyes widened. "So we got her."

The door that led into the interrogation room opened to reveal an almost satisfied looking Emily Prentiss, her hand pushing the door closed to block out the screaming that was coming from inside. "She gave me her apartment complex and her room number in exchange for no drug charges." She slowly shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't think she even knows she's up for murder."

"That doesn't matter right now," Hotch stated as he picked up the file from the nearest desk. "Let's get to the apartment building and see if she's there. We need this done."

Emily quickly followed her boss to the elevator, feeling Jane's presence right behind her. "Hotch, I know I get interrogations done pretty damn fast, but that seemed too easy."

Hotch's eyes cast over to his subordinate as the elevator made it's way down to the lobby of the police department. "You think it's a setup?"

"Either that or maybe it's not the right address. It could be a dead end."

Jane cleared her throat, the back of her hand covering her lips as she let out a small cough. "Well if it's not a real address then she doesn't get the drug charges taken off. It's as simple as that."

Emily shrugged her shoulders, following Hotch out of the elevator and through the lobby, her heels clicking against the floor. "Yet that gets us nowhere nearer to finding Christina and preventing any more killings."

"We're doing our best," the dark haired detective tried to assure, hoping into the SUV with the two FBI agents.

Wanting to give a true smile to the younger woman but not wanting the Italian to see her crack, Emily gave a quick nod of the head and stared straight through the windshield.

Jane did her best to grin. "At least you beat your record."

"Yeah," the ivory woman chuckled. "That I did."

Fifteen minutes later, the three jumped out of the SUV and made their way into the rusty and dingy looking apartment building, knowing that the other agents weren't far behind them. Walking up to the fifth floor, the three had their guns drawn at the sight of Christina's door wide open. "Christina Foxx?" Hotch called out, leading the two women into the apartment. "Christina Foxx this is the FBI. Are you here?"

After checking and clearing out very room in the small apartment, the three met back up in the living room.

"She's not here," Emily sighed, holstering her gun on her hip.

Hotch ran his fingers tiredly over his forehead before looking up, hearing the other SUVs pull up outside the apartment building from the open window. "You both check to see if there's any evidence we can use. I'll go out and tell the others." Walking out of the room and down the flights of stairs to exit the building, the Unit Chief refused to let his shoulders slump forward. Just because they didn't get her now didn't mean it'd never happen.

Rossi watched as his friend walked toward him and the rest of the team. "She's not here, is she?"

Before the younger man could shake his head, fire blast from the windows of the fifth story of the building behind him, sending him stumbling towards the FBI issued cars that had parked beside the sidewalk. Glass shattered and fell to the ground as the eyes of all the agents and detectives there looked up to the now broken down building. "Call the fire department and an ambulance!" Hotch turned his head and sent a hard glare to those around him. "We need medics! Now!"