A/N Great news folks! My computer is working which means that I can publish this chapter!

So happy reading!

A wife beating SOB!

The team arrived at the BAU the morning after the Unsub was caught. Hotch had told them that after some paperwork they could all head home and rest. Morgan wanted the rest. Or he wanted the free time with Garcia so that they could get on with their business and hopefully Garcia had forgot all about their little talk. Unfortunately he wasn't that lucky. As soon as he was done with the paperwork and most people had gone home, everyone besides Hotch, Garcia stormed into the bullpen.

"Derek Morgan! My office now!" she said and turned her heels and walked away again.

Morgan hurried after her hoping that Garcia had gotten a really big lead. By the sound of it, it was either that or she desperately wanted to know what was up with Morgan. When he entered the office she closed the door behind him and motioned for him to sit on one of the chairs.

"Have you found something?" he asked hopefully.

"No, sorry sugar." she said with sadness in her eyes. "Talk to me, Derek. What's going on?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Derek, I know that this thing with Emily gets to you… It gets to me to, but I promise you that we'll find her. I am spending every single minute I get searching for her and by the end of this month she will..."

"I slept with her." Morgan interrupted and Garcia's jaw dropped to the floor.

"You slept with her? When? For how long have you two...? Oh I knew there was something going on there. I can't believe Emily never told me... she is soo..."

"Not with Emily." Morgan said cutting of Garcia's excitement.

"What? But then who...?" she began when realization suddenly hit her. "Oh no, you didn't! You slept with agent Carson?" Garcia almost yelled at him.

"Keep your voice down please."

"But you slept... Why would you...? Why did she..? Oh I so hate her right now. And you! You should be ashamed of yourself going around sleeping with our newest recruit while Emily's out there somewhere, scared."

"I know, I know... I screwed up, okay? I drank like five glasses of scotch and agent Carson came in to my room asking me why I've treated her like shit. I told her about Emily and I guess I was upset."

"So our new agent took advantage of my gummy bear? I told you I hated her." she said directing all her anger at the woman in question.

"Well, she shouldn't take all the blame, I mean..."

"And now you're defending her? Wow, I better find Emily soon before you go and fall in love with agent Carson instead."

"Instead?" Morgan asked with raised eyebrows.

"Don't play dumb with me. I know how you feel about Emily."

Morgan scratched his neck uncomfortable about the direction of the conversation. He hadn't realized that he had been that obvious. Did everyone know?

"It's okay Morgan. I won't tell anyone. And I happen to know that our brunette beauty feels the same way. Or felt." Garcia added as sadness filled her eyes.

There was still a chance that she was dead or that her feelings had changed during her time away and is now in love with George. But knowing Emily she wouldn't let herself sink that low and she would try to fight and escape as much as she could. George would probably have a real tough time. This worried Morgan a bit too. Would George keep up with her if she fought like he thought she would or would he just decide to end her life and search for a better wife? For all he knew there was another woman in George's hands right now. There was no way of knowing this, but he had to stay positive for Garcia's sake.

"We shouldn't think like that, dollface. I'm absolutely positive that Emily's out there and feels the exact same thing about us all. She will only come home with a few nightmares and we will be there to help her right?" Morgan said placing a hand on Garcia's shoulder who had now begun to cry. Garcia looked up at him and gave him a smile showing that she was feeling a little better about it now.

"So… do you have tons of new information for me now?"

George suddenly didn't know if he ought to go in to Emily. He hadn't meant to be so rough with her. It was just that she had sedated him and tried to leave him and for that she needed to be punished. And she hadn't let him release all the sexual tension either so she shouldn't be mad at him. With these hopeful thoughts he opened the bedroom door and found Emily in a sitting position on the bed.

"Honey, I've made you breakfast. Please come down and eat with us."

It wasn't much of a request because as soon as he'd said it he went to unlock the chain around the ankle. He held out his hand to help her out of the bed and she accepted it.

"The babies?" she asked while they were descending the stairs.

"Don't worry, sweetie. They've already gotten their breakfast and are now asleep." he said moving his hand in soothing circles on her back. "And I'm sorry about yesterday sweetie, if I hurt you. It's just you can't be this disrespectful after everything I've done for you."

"Yeah, because keeping me behind closed doors and from my friends is really a lot." she mumbled sarcastically.

"And there you go again. You should be thankful. I give you roof over your head and plenty to eat and drink." he said as his hand tightened around her arm which left Emily to only nod in response.

The girls were already seated when they came downstairs and they all turned around to watch the two. They smiled at the sight of them and Emily sat down between Julie and Janey. George sat down on his usual spot opposite Emily and he watched her carefully as she poured cereal in a bowl and then added milk. He liked seeing her with his girls too and they seemed to get a long quite well. There was plenty of times when Janey leaned against her new mother and whispered things in her ear followed by a giggle. And there were those times when she touched her on the cheek or removed hair from her profile. George couldn't really hear what the two of them were talking about. Either because she whispered or he was just too busy to watch the beautiful woman. He had everything he wanted now. 6 daughters and a beautiful woman who he desperately wanted to marry and make her his forever. But he wanted a big wedding and that would not work out well during the circumstances. He just had to settle with the way their family was now.

When all were finished he let Emily clear the table and wash the dishes that didn't fit in the machine. He stood behind her the whole time watching her.

"I'm gonna go out now." he said suddenly. "I have to buy some groceries. I will however chain you to the kitchen and I want lunch to be ready till I get back."

"What about Hope and Morgan? If I'm chained here I can't get them when they cry."

"The girls will be home and if they cry they can just bring them to you." George said.

"I don't think that..." she started but got interrupted by George.
"Stop worrying that cute little head of yours. It will only be a couple of hours. Besides I don't think they'll wake up anytime soon."

Emily nodded while putting the milk back into the fridge. George watched her moves carefully. She didn't seem mad for the day before so she had probably forgiven him. But he still had to chain her in case she would try something again.

"So if you don't mind." he said approaching her with the chain in his hand. He kneeled down beside her and attached it to her ankle. Emily looked down at him the whole time and when he stood up again he gave her a long, passionate kiss before leaving the house.

Rose Sheldon had never really been able to settle down. Her mother was a woman who easily got bored with where they were staying so therefore Rose had to suffer. The reason why she moved from Montana to Pennsylvania was because her mother didn't like the people she worked with so if she was going to get a new job they might as well find it on a new location. That way they got to see more of their country. It was okay though because Rose hadn't gotten any friends in Montana and their new house was pretty awesome. The house was on a street with a lot of families. This she could tell by the occasional bikes laying on the driveway or the fact that no single person would ever live there. The school was only 20 minutes away if you rode your bike which Rose would do every single day. It was a pretty quiet street. Most of the time.

The first alarming sound she heard was on a Monday. Her mother was out with a newfound 'special' friend and Rose had been left home alone with tons of homework. The new school wasn't equally generous as the last since they gave them homework in math, English and French all due the next day. At least she got to be alone. When her mother was home she could easily start teasing her and doing her best on distracting Rose.

So when Rose was half asleep in her bed in the middle of the night and she heard that sound of a woman screaming she jumped out of her bones. It was dark outside and a screaming sound did nothing for her fear. Being a thirteen years old girl home alone in the dark could get to you sometimes. That's why she didn't think twice before getting out of bed to check all the locks and windows before settling herself in her room by her window to see where this sound came from. A man exited the house across the street carrying a pregnant woman and Rose released a breath she didn't realize she was holding. The scream had just come from a woman in labor. Rose hadn't seen the couple before because they never left their house and the curtains were always drawn. Some people just liked privacy she guessed.

The next time she saw the couple was when the woman returned from the hospital two days later. Rose was on her way home from school and had just parked her bike in the garage. The car drove up the driveway and she watched as that same man carried the same woman, this time unconscious, into the house. Rose just shrugged and walked into her home.

Every free second Rose got she spent shooting a glance over to the house across the street. She didn't see anything but that couple intrigued her and made her whole stay there even more interesting. It got her all kinds of fantasies and she found something to do. She hadn't yet dared to visit the place. But these 24 hours were different. Her mother was at work that Friday and Rose was home alone as usual. This day she had decided to go out and play some basketball on her driveway. It wasn't as fun as it would be if she'd played with friends, but the school she was in now didn't provide those. There had been one girl who had talked to her and she was genuinely nice, but was more of a soccer kind of girl.

The scream could be heard just after a perfect shot in the basket, but she didn't catch the ball. Instead she turned towards the source of the sound and let the ball roll down the street. It was a woman's scream and she wondered if she should go check on her. It couldn't be labors again, but she didn't want to interfere. Something about them scared her. The rest of the day she sat with an open window in her room and watched the house. It wasn't until a couple of hours later that she heard it again. A scream clearly, this time, filled with pain. She had that sinking feeling at the pit of her stomach that something was wrong so she kept on watching until she fell asleep by the window. Her mother came home later that evening and woke her up so that she could move to her bed.

The next morning her mother woke her up around 10 am and asked if she wanted to go with her to town, but since Rose didn't want to take her eyes and mind away from the house she let her mother go alone. And so she did.

When her mother left she grabbed a book and something to write on and went to sit on the porch in front of the house with a good view of the house across the street, but instead of reading it she just simply watched the house and wrote down various things she saw. Like the moves of the shadows behind the curtains. Most people would find it boring to just sit down and watch something, but since Rose wanted nothing more than to be a police detective this was a great way to spend her Saturday. She had done these kinds of things at her last places too. On the last place she studied a young married couple and had discovered that the woman was cheating on her husband with the gardener. This was also a great way to spend the time when she hadn't found any friends to hang with. This couple though was the strangest one. The screaming and the pulled curtains. The whole house screamed secrets and Rose was determent on figuring it out.

An hour later, around 11.30 she saw the man leaving the house. She looked up at him and when their eyes met she smiled kindly at him, but he failed to return it. Instead he shook his head, jumped into the car and drove away. Rose watched as the car drove down the street until it couldn't be seen anymore. That's when she decided to go for it so she put the book away and put her notepad in her pocket and started to walk across the street. She didn't dare to knock at first so she simply went to a window and tried to look behind the curtains. Through a small gap between the curtains she could see a brunette woman behind a kitchen counter with her elbows on it and her head in her hands. She looked exhausted and sad. Next four girls came into the room and the woman's head shot up to look at them a little more tensed than before. The girls were smiling at the woman and tugged at her shirt. Rose saw the bruises on the woman's neck and her lip was split. It looked like the woman told the girls to go upstairs and when they agreed to it after the fifth time she told them the woman began pacing around. She didn't seem dangerous so Rose walked over to the front door and knocked lightly. Nobody opened and since she knew somebody was there she continued knocking. Rose contemplated if she should just walk in or not, but her guts told her that this woman needed her help so she opened it. Luckily it was open and she walked inside. She saw the woman behind the counter with wide eyes.

"Hi." Rose started softly. "I'm Rose and I just moved in across the street."

She approached the woman holding her hand for the woman to shake but the woman only backed away and remained quiet.

"I was just wondering if I could borrow some baking powder. I saw that you were home, but you didn't open so I thought that it was okay if I walked in." she lied.

The woman was quietly studying Rose and that was when Rose noticed the chain from the kitchen floor to the woman's ankle.

"What has he done to you?" Rose asked wide eyed.

"You shouldn't be here." she said in a whisper.

"I want to help you." Rose tried again.

"You have to keep your voice down so they don't hear you." she said still whispering.

"Why? I saw him leave. I know that it's just you and your girls here. I can get you all away from here."

"No." she said shaking her head. "The girls can hear you. They will keep you here so you can't tell anyone."

Rose was confused. The girls couldn't be more than 11 years old and wouldn't be able to hurt anyone by the looks of it.

"What happened to you?"

"He kidnapped me." she said quietly glancing towards the stairs. "18 months I've been stuck here."

Rose gasped at the confession. When she had woken up that morning she had more expected the household to hide a wife beating son of a bitch and never this. She approached the woman slightly who this time remained where she was standing and shifted uncomfortably. Rose wasn't sure about the next move but since the woman didn't back away when she held out her hands and pulled the woman into a hug she knew she chose the right one. The woman started shaking as tears escaped her eyes.

"What's your name?"

"Emily." she said against Rose's shoulder between sobs.

"I'm going to go to my place and call the cops"

"No!" Emily said breaking away from the hug. "They will have sirens and storm the place! George or the girls will kill us."

"Is there anyone else I can call?"

"Yes, I'm with the FBI and you should call my team. Call Morgan." Emily said and Rose took out her pen and notepad from her pocket to write a number down.

"I'm going to go across the street to my house and call him now. Help will be here soon. Are you going to be okay for now?"

"I think so." she said wiping away tears while Rose walked towards the front door, but the woman's voice haltered her. "Thank you."

Rose turned around and smiled a calming smile before leaving the woman alone in the kitchen. It felt terrible leaving her, but as soon as she got a hold of this Morgan guy Emily would be okay. She had to believe that.

A/N I know most of you have been waiting for this chapter:)

I have a few question that I can't decide over.

1. Should the whole team come when Rose calls Morgan or should only Morgan(and I figure he'll bring Garcia too because it has been those two who have kept looking for Emily so I don't know if I want to involve the whole team in the rescue part.)

2. What so you do with four girls that have been torturing people? I mean they're to young to go to prison...

I got a couple of reviewers who told me that the story was ruined when I made it clear that there wasn't going to be a George/Emily so if you really, really want I might do an alternative sick ending because I like to please all of my readers! One that would probably disgust me. But first you have to tell me... All the anonymous reviewers who like George are you the same person? In that case... you are really devoted and desperate to see the two of them together^^

And now you can press that button and leave me a line or two:)