Hotch, JJ and Rossi had left the men tied to the water well. Even if they got free, the agents know they are unarmed. It was time to meet up with the others to see how close they are to rescue. Thankfully, they have the aid of the ATV's to get to the other side of the island.

Morgan steps out of the shack, carefully moving to the tree line that hides the shack. He can hear the ATV's and wants to know who, exactly, is driving them. He stares through the scope of a rifle…and smiles as he sees Hotch, with JJ riding behind him come into the clearing. Rossi follows them on the other ATV. He steps out of the trees and waves to them.

"HOTCH! OVER HERE!"

Hotch smiles and turns the ATV towards his second in command. When the team is back together, Morgan smiles.

"Garcia got into the system. A helicopter is in route. It should be here in about 30 minutes. Garcia's been online with Kevin." He sobers slightly. "Hotch, the bastard behind all this is Myron Phillipe. The fucker isn't dead."

JJ looks like she's been punched…again. "But…Cervantes said the CIA would…they said…the fucking…sons of BITCHES!"

Rossi is as stunned as the others. "Do we know where he is?"

"Yeah. Emily and White are taking him down."

"Does she know we're okay? All of us?" JJ asks.

Morgan nods. "Yeah. He led her to believe you'd been raped by his men."

JJ winces. "Yeah, well…that was almost true," she admits.

Hotch spins and glares at her. "WHAT?"

JJ sighs. "When he made me go off on my own. His goons were told to…to remind me what a man is like. He warned me if I fought back you all would pay the price. But just before they did he…Phillipe, suddenly told them to stop and take me to the pond. I guess he just wanted my mind worried about what might happen." She shrugs. "Kind of worked, too."

Hotch runs a hand through his uncharacteristically mussed hair. "Emily will still kill him."

JJ nods. "Yeah…I know."

"Let's hope it can be sold as a good shoot," Rossi says softly, voicing everyone's thoughts.

Morgan and Hotch stand in the clearing waving, directing the helicopter where to land. A second one circles. The entire team squeezes onto the first chopper. The second would be picking up the prisoners and dismantling the electronic and physical traps around the island.

Hotch puts on a headset. "How far are we from the takedown of Phillipe?"

"About 45 minutes," the pilot answers. "They should be moving in soon."

"Get us there."

"I was told to take you to- -"

"Get us to the damn takedown. We've earned the right to see it."

The pilot nods. He couldn't agree more. "Just tell White I tried to follow orders."

"This is on me. I promise," Hotch assures him.

The helicopter lands in a park near Phillipe's house. Calls ahead have two SUV's waiting to whisk the team back to Phillipe's manor. As they pull in they report right to the command unit.

"KEVIN!" Garcia screams.

Kevin spins around, leaping up to pull her into his arms. "Penny," he sighs. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too."

The others can't help but smile. JJ has wandered out of the van. She wants to see the house, wants to know what's going on. As she approaches the front gate a window bursts on the third floor and 2 bodies fly out. Her eyes get wide as her heart leaps into her throat.

"EMILY!"