"Oh, there he is," Spencer didn't even bother to look up when he heard Morgan walk over to him with Elle in tow. "Pretty boy," Morgan said, "Last chance. I can get my man to swing you a hotel room for practically nothing. It's a great place for you and Emi to get some action."

"Sorry, Morgan, but Spence and I already have plans," Emi said, saving Spencer from having to respond. "Anyway, you ready to go, Spencer?"

Spencer nodded, closing his bag. "Yep. Have a good one, Morgan, Elle."

Emi smiled, giving Spencer a quick peck on the cheek before turning to her friends. "Bye Elle. Bye Morgan. Don't get arrested in wherever you guys are going."

BENNINGTON SANITARIUM, NEVADA

Emi grabbed a hold of Spencer's hand and squeezed it tightly as they both stood there and watched Spencer's mom, Diana Reid, peacefully sit there as she wrote in a journal.

"I heard a rumor you two were here." Spencer and Emi turned to see Doctor Jesson walk over to them.

"How's she doing?" Spencer asked her.

"Schizophrenia is a lifetime illness," the doctor told him, "The meds stabilize the worst of her symptoms, but she still has bad days. What makes her most happy are her journals and...your daily letters. She's exceptionally proud of you."

"She is?"

"Talks about you all the time, to anyone who will listen," Jesson confirmed, "Staff, other patients. Her journals are filled with the cases you write her about. Calls them your adventures."

"Mom's of the belief that you can find adventure all around you if you just look," Spencer said, "That's what happens when you're a professor of 15th century literature."

"She's gonna be so excited that you two were finally able to get here in person," Jesson told the couple.

Emi smiled and moved to walked towards Spencer's mother, but Spencer quickly pulled her back.

"Maybe it's better if we just let her rest today," Spencer quickly said, taking a step back.

"Rest?" Jesson repeated, "But Doctor-"

"Can you give this to her?" he requested, handing the doctor the package he was holding, "It's Margery Kempe. Her favorite."

"It would be really good for her if-" Jesson tried to tell him, but Spencer was already walking out the door.

"Spencer?" Emi called after him. She sighed and gave the doctor an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry. We'll come back tomorrow, though. I'll make sure of it."

"Spencer!" Emi shouted, running after the man, "What was that all about?"

"I'm sorry," Spencer sighed, "I just-I can't-I don't why, but I just can't face her right now."

Emi smiled at him sadly as she grabbed his hands. "It's okay," she reassured him softly, "Just take your time."

Spencer smiled back at her, "Thanks."

Emi looped an arm around his and pulled him forward. "Come on, then. If we're not gonna visit your family, then we're gonna visit mine."

"Spencer! Welcome home!" Emi rolled her eyes when her 9-year-old half-sister, Kim-Ly, ran to Spencer, giving him lots of affection.

"Thanks," she muttered, "Feelin' the love."

"'Sup, sis." Emi suddenly felt someone hang their arm over her shoulder. "How's it goin'?"

"Hey, Haru," Emi greeted back, "I'm still mentally sane if that's what you're asking. My job hasn't broken me, yet."

"That's good," Haru nodded.

"How's mom?" Emi asked.

Haru let out a sigh, "She's still the same. She acts all nice and herself during the day, but sometimes I can hear her cries in the late of night. I mean, it's been a year already, you'd think she'd get over it-"

"Daichi died, Haru," Emi said softly, "I don't think anyone will be able to 'get over it.' You can't tell me you're already over his death."

"I have accepted it," Haru stated, stiffly, "And I also know that a part of him is still here with us, watching over us."

Emi couldn't help but let out a snort, "I thought you didn't believe in all that superstitious stuff."

"I don't," Haru agreed, "But this isn't a superstition. This is a twin-tuition."

"Right," Emi said with an eye roll, but then she quickly turned serious. "People heal at different speeds, Haru. It just so happens that mom's one of the slower ones.

"Đó là ai dẹ (Who is it?)?" Everyone turned to see Emi's mother and step-father, Mai Dam and Michael Kanata, walking into the hallway. Emi's mother beamed when she saw that it was Spencer and Emi. "Ah, Emi, Spencer. Welcome home."

"Dịa cám ơn mẹ (Thanks, mom)," Emi said, giving her mom a hug.

"How was your flight?" Michael asked as he patted Spencer on the back.

"It was fine," Spencer replied.

"Hey, what's this?" Everyone turned to see that Kim-Ly was holding up a letter.

"Kim-Ly! Aiya, you can't just take things that aren't yours," Emi's mother scold, snatching the letter.

"Mẹ, cái nó là cái gì dẹ (Mom, what is that)?" Emi asked, tentatively reaching for the letter. Her mother didn't say anything. She looked at her sadly as she watched her daughter open and read the letter.

"Emi?" Spencer asked in worry when he saw his girlfriend's face grow sad.

"It's my old step-father," Emi said, looking up at him sadly, "He wants me to visit him."

"Emi..."

Emi's mother nodded, "I knew Emi would never do it. I don't want her to."

Michael took the letter from his step-daughter's hands and began to walk towards his office. "I'll go shred this letter, then."

"No, wait," Emi said, "I, uh, I think I might actually go."

"What?!"

"Emi, what the hell are you thinking?!" Haru shouted, "This man ra-"

"Haru!" Michael interrupted, gesturing towards Kim-Ly, who had her ears covered by Spencer.

"Look, I appreciate that you're looking for me," Emi told her brother, "But by avoiding him, it makes him think that he has power over me-that he can still control me. I need to face him, Haru. I need to show him that he doesn't affect me anymore."

Spencer walked over to Emi, grabbing a hold of her hand. "I can, uh, go with her if you'd like," he told Haru.

Haru nodded, "Thanks, Spencer."

Emi gave Spencer's hand a small squeeze before turning towards Michael. "When did he want me to visit?"

"May 25th."

Emi let out a shaky breath, "We'll be there."

"No running away this time?" Emi jokingly asked Spencer as they walked up the stairs of the sanitarium.

Spencer replied with a chuckle. "No running away this time," he promised. They were about to walk into the library when a nurse called them.

"Oh, Dr. Reid. Someone delivered this to the desk last night for you," she said, picking a thin yellow envelope.

"What?" Spencer took the envelope and cautiously opened it. Emi watched in confusion as Spencer took out a smaller yellow envelope. Spencer shook the envelope to get the key out onto Emi's hand before reaching in to pull out a folded up piece of paper.

"'She will die unless you save her, Dr. Reid,'" Spencer read aloud, "'Call Gideon. He knows.'"

Emi sighed, pulling out her cell phone, "Looks like vacation time's over."

"You got arrested in Jamaica?!" Emi exclaimed into her phone. She and Spencer were currently at the airport, waiting for their flight to arrive. She walked over to where Spencer sat, fiddling with something in his hands. When he noticed that she was walking over to him, Spencer quickly stuffed the item into his pocket before placing his hands back onto his lap-acting like he hadn't been doing anything at all. Emi eyed Spencer suspiciously, but she chose not to question it and, instead, continued on with her conversation with Elle. "Are you kidding me, Elle? And after I specifically requested you not to get arrested."

"It wasn't my fault," Elle defended herself, "Besides, Hotch came and cleared it up. We're all back at the BAU, now with Gideon and JJ."

"Alrighty then," Emi said, "Brief us."

"So, clearly we have a psychopath intent on drawing us into his game," Emi heard Hotch say.

"Playing with us," Gideon added.

"Then let's return the favor," Elle said.

"He kept telling us repeatedly to save 'her.' What 'her?'" Morgan questioned.

"The items he sent must be some kind of clues," Gideon said.

"What items did he send you guys?" Emi asked.

"I got a Nellie Fox baseball card from 1963, and I got a head in a box," Gideon told her.

"I got a rare butterfly in a shadow box," JJ supplied.

"And repeated messages to save 'her'?" Hotch added.

"I got the decapitated body and a nice visit to the Jamaican police headquarters." Emi bit back a grin when she heard how bitter and angry Elle was.

"Uh, we got a skeleton key and a note," Spencer told the agents through Emi's phone.

"And the guy who called me said the youngest holds the key," Hotch said.

"That's Spencer," Emi said cheerfully, earning a playful glare from Spencer.

"Wait really?" Morgan asked, "But I thought you were youngest, Emi."

Emi shook her head despite the fact that Morgan couldn't see it. "Nope! I'm 3 months older."

"Haha," Morgan chuckled, but Emi could tell that he turned serious soon after, "Okay, but unsubs, they don't contact us this way. I mean, they might taunt us, dare us to catch 'em. But they don't drag us into their fantasy."

"Why not?" JJ asked.

"Most fantasies are usually sexual ones," Spencer explained, "And unless one of us matches their preference, they generally leave us out of it."

"I mean, taunting is a show of power," Morgan continued, "But making us the object is...I don't know what the hell that is."

"Something else about the baseball card," Gideon said, "Nellie Fox was one of the stars of the 1959 White Sox. I went to almost every game with my father that year. Fox was my hero." There was a brief moment of silence before Gideon explained what he was trying to say, "So is it a coincidence that he sends this to me or does he know how I feel about him?"

"I collected butterflies when I was a little girl," JJ suddenly said, "That's how I knew what butterfly was in the box."

"So then he knows us," Morgan concluded.

"I got an anonymous message," Hotch pointed out.

"I got a police raid," Elle added.

"But he knew exactly where you were," Emi said, "He knew exactly where to find me and Spencer."

"Morgan and Elle's hotel in Jamaica, Gideon at his cabin, Hotch at his house," Spencer listed, "And Emi and I in Vegas."

"He got that from the Bureau computers. Your locations are always in there so they can find if you they need you." Emi blinked in confusion when she heard a new voice.

"Garcia?"

"Hey, Emi. Hey Spencer," Garcia said, timidly, "I, uh, I checked the log. The hacker was definitely in the personnel folders. There were room numbers to the hotel in Jamaica, the address of Gideon's cabin. There's a lot of information in those databases."

"Have you figured out how he was able to get into the Bureau's computers?" Hotch asked her.

"I'm-I'm still working on that." Emi and Spencer shared an uneasy look.

"Garcia," Emi said gently, "If you know something-"

"No-um...It's jus-I wa-I was playing a game yesterday," Garcia finally admitted, "An online game."

"A game?" Gideon repeated.

"Not with the Bureau computer, sir," Garcia quickly said, "On my own personal laptop."

"Oh, Garcia, no," Emi groaned.

"I don't understand," Hotch said.

"Wireless internet," was all Morgan said.

"By wirelessly hooking into the net here to get online, the hacker could have gotten into my computer first, and I have far less protection on my own laptop," Garcia explained.

"And he could've gotten into the entire Bureau computer system this way?" Hotch asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, it's possible."

"If you are boarding on American Airlines, destination D.C., please be ready board."

"Hey, our flight just arrived, so we gotta go," Emi said into her phone, "And Gideon, please don't yell at Garcia."

After landing back in Virginia, Emi and Spencer called Garcia, who told them where the team was headed. They cautiously looked around the house of Frank Giles as the police began investigating.

"'Hour be none,'" they heard Morgan say.

"3 P.M.," Spencer said, letting everyone know that he and Emi were here, "Hey, guys, Garcia told us where to find you."

"3 P.M.?" Gideon repeated.

"It's medieval," Emi explained.

Spencer nodded in agreement, "Back then, the days used to be broken into hourly intervals. The Canonical hours of the Breviary."

"Prime's 6 A.M., Terce is 9 A.M., Sext: 12 noon, None's 3 P.M., and Vespers is 6 P.M.," Emi listed.

"Reid, Emi, do not ever go away again," Elle exclaimed, pointing at them, "And also don't ever break up."

Emi snorted while Spencer had a smug smile on his face.

"Medieval. That's why the language changed," Gideon said, "'Doth.'"

"Everything this guy does is a clue," Hotch stated.

"Okay, guys, it's 4:35. What do we do?" Morgan questioned, "Leave the blade in 'til 3 P.M. tomorrow?"

"Not if we can block that window out," Spencer said, "Ah, do you have any spotlights in your car?"

"Sure," the woman Spencer spoke to said, getting up.

"Thanks, Gina," Elle said.

"The sun is right at 5 P.M.," Spencer explained, shining a spotlight in a now dark room. "Morgan, follow the shadows as I move the light higher."

Morgan removed all of the obstacles and items in front of the place where the light shined. "Okay, then what?"

"Tap," Hotch instructed.

Morgan listened and began tapping until there was a sound change. "Hollow."

"Definitely an Indiana Jones movie," Elle said.

"Feels like the wallpaper's been replaced," Morgan told them.

"Tear it open," Hotch said.

"Oh! Let me do it!" Emi exclaimed, getting up from where she sat to over where Morgan stood. Morgan handed her a knife, which she used to cut open a part of the wall. Grabbing onto the loose wood, Emi tugged and pulled part of the wall off, revealing a hole with a box inside.

"There's a box inside," she said, "I'm taking it out."

"Wait, are we sure it's safe?" Spencer said, making Emi stop her motions.

"What, you think it's a bomb?" Hotch questioned, "You think he'd be playing this game just to blow us up?"

"Hotch, catch," Emi said, taking something out of her pocket and throwing it at the man.

Caught by surprise, Hotch instinctively caught the object, then stared at it in confusion. "A Snicker bar?"

"You're not you when you're hungry," Emi said, causing Elle and Morgan to snort.

"Anyway," Morgan said, rolling his eyes with a shake of his head, "If he'd wanted to blow us up, he'd have already done that as long as we've been standing here. Emi take out the box."

Emi listened and pulled out the box. She placed it on a small table and Morgan tried to open it.

"Locked. You want me to break it?" Morgan asked.

"No. We should process it first," Hotch said.

"'The youngest holds the key,'" Gideon recited.

Hearing that, Emi walked over to Spencer and pulled the skeleton key out of his shirt pocket. They both jogged back to the box, and Emi inserted the key into the keyhole. Twisting it, the box made an unlocking sound and Morgan carefully pulled the lid open. As the lid opened, a familiar song started playing.

"Forellenquintett," Emi said, recognizing the song, "Also known as 'The Trout Quintet.' I used to have a music box like that when I was younger. I would always play it as I went to sleep."

"'Never would it be night, but always clear day to any man's sight,'" Spencer said, reading the note he found in the box aloud.

"Well, that was worth it," Elle grumbled sarcastically.

"The lid," Gideon pointed out, "Little tab right under the lock."

Morgan pulled the tab, revealing a secret compartment with a disc and locks of blonde hair tied together with a pink ribbon.

"Oh, God," Elle muttered.

"Evidence bag," Emi said, holding out the bag for Elle to put the hair in.

Morgan picked up the disc and held it out towards them. "'Thy Quest.'"

The team were now back at Quantico, watching the video on the disc. When the video started playing, it showed a desk full of objects, then a man came on screen and sat at the desk. However, they couldn't see his face.

"He moves funny," Hotch pointed out.

"Looks like he's injured or something," Morgan guessed.

"I assure you..." the man started, "You'll all understand in the end why it must be this way. You might even thank me."

"Don't hold your breath, scumbag," Elle insulted, despite the fact she was talking to a recording.

"You know you're on a quest. A young girl's life depends on the successful completion of it." The video changed to show a girl in what looked to be a barred room. She was thrashing around and throwing things. "As you can see, she's quite beautiful...and in distress. Now please listen closely for there is one rule and this rule must be followed. The one rule is...only the members of your team may participate in the quest.

"Jason Gideon." A picture of Gideon appear on the screen.

"Aaron Hotchner," This time, it was a close up of Hotch. And after that, the pictures of the other members appeared, one after the other.

"Derek Morgan."

"Elle Greenaway."

"Spencer Reid."

"Emi Hinata."

"Jennifer Jareau."

"Penelope Garcia.

"A quest must be completed in the proper way or it isn't a quest is it?" the man continued, "That's it. One rule. Simple. Now, you will be receiving an item soon that will hold the final clue you'll need to finish the quest. You will find you will also need a book which has inspired many an adventure like mine. Believe me when I tell you I truly hope to see you all soon. It will mean a successful end to this adventure...for all of us."

"This guy's got pictures of us?" Elle muttered.

At the same time, Spencer asked the team, "What do we do now?"

"The lock of hair's being analyzed for DNA. There might be something on the file," Hotch said.

"I'll get the video to enhance the shots of the girl," JJ said, getting up to leave.

"Let's get the clues up on the board," Hotch instructed, "Maybe we can make some sense of something,"

"Wait, we're gonna play this guy's game?" Elle exclaimed in disbelief.

"Do we have a choice?" Spencer retorted.

Suddenly, Gideon got up and abruptly left the room.

"Be right back. You guys keep working," Hotch said, getting up to follow Gideon.

"My eyes are so heavy, I can barely see it," Elle groaned, looking away from the piece of paper on the board. It had been brought in by Mrs. Hotchner after it had been delivered to her house.

"Go sit down," Emi instructed, leading Elle to a nearby chair.

"I think it's a coded message of some sort," Spencer said, not hearing what Elle had said, "The unsub said we needed a book, didn't he?"

"Yeah. 'A book that inspired many an adventure,'" Morgan repeated.

"It's a book code," Spencer realized, "Each one of these sets of numbers represents a particular word. For instance, page 118, line 30, word 3. We need to figure out what the words are and fill in the blanks."

"Yeah, but from what book?" Elle questioned.

"I don't know," Spencer said, "The trouble is it has to be the exact same edition of the exact same book that he used."

"Just got a DNA hit on the lock of hair," JJ said, walking into the conference room, "Rebecca Bryant. She's been missing out of Boston for 2 years."

"2 years?" Emi repeated.

"Guys, how are we supposed to figure out which book this code is copied out of?" Morgan asked.

"I have no idea," Spencer said, watching as JJ walked over to the board and pinned a picture of the victim.

"He said that we had everything to complete the quest," Emi remembered, "So, we probably didn't realize it, but at some point, he gave us clues on what the book is. Now, we just have to find those clues and figure out what book he used."

"JJ, get some reporters here as soon as possible," Gideon said, sticking his head in the doorway.

"For what?"

"Just say we need help on a new case," was Gideon's reply.

"Press conference?" Morgan guessed in confusion.

"But didn't the man say not to get any help?" Emi asked. JJ just shrugged and walked out to follow Gideon's orders.

"A pale clouded yellow butterfly indigenous to Great Britain," Spencer stated looking at the butterfly in the box.

"How's it going?" Hotch asked.

"The answer to what book we need has to be in here," Spencer said.

"Yeah, but we sure as hell can't see it," Morgan said.

"Yet," Emi added before turning towards Hotch, "Oh, and Elle's asleep."

"What? I'm awake," Elle gasped, waking up after hearing someone say her name.

"Yeah, right," Emi muttered.

"I'm sending you home," Hotch told the brunette.

"No," Elle protested.

"Elle, you need to get some rest," Emi told her.

"We don't do anything without you, I promise," Hotch said.

"Elle, seriously, we're not any closer than we were," Morgan said, "Get out of here. Go home."

"But-"

"That's an order," Hotch said, sternly.

"I'll drive you home," Emi offered, taking Elle's car keys.

"I'm fine," Elle protested.

"Yeah, I'm not losing you to a car crash. I'm driving," Emi insisted.

"Get some sleep. Both of you." When Emi opened her mouth to argue, Hotch gave her a stern look. "Don't think I didn't notice your eyes also drooping."

"You can sleep at my place," Elle offered.

"Thanks."

When Elle and Emi stepped into Elle's house, Elle went straight to her couch, collapsing on it, whereas Emi made sure to lock Elle's front door.

"Get some sleep," Emi told Elle, "I'm going to go to your kitchen. I need to go make a call. I think I may have just figured out what the book was."

So, that's where Emi was-in the kitchen-when she heard a gunshot echo through the house.

"Elle!" Emi shouted, "Yeah, I'm sorry. I really have to go. Bye." After abruptly ending her call, Emi sprinted to where Elle was supposed to be, stopping when she saw Elle's bloody body on the ground.

"Emi," Elle groaned, barely conscious.

"Elle!" the Asian cried out, hurrying over to her friend, "Elle, stay with me."

"No, Emi. Behind you," Elle managed to say.

"What?"

But before Emi could turn around to see what Elle was talking about, something struck her head. The last thing she heard before she fell unconscious was a raspy voice saying, "I suppose your team will need something else to motivate them. Time for you to meet Rebecca, Emi Hinata."