Here is the next installment! This is the scene I saw that started this whole epic story. I'm rather please I finally got here :)

Burst Bubble.

Morgan gripped the tree trunk viciously. He was in the perfect line of sight. Emily's back was toward him and he had an eye on the Tobey O'Conner's face. The lust and intention plainly written. They had to do something NOW.

Reid watched as Tobey moved toward Emily. Her left foot rose a few centimeters off the ground, he presumed in an attempt to move slightly backwards. But it soon landed back on the ground, in exactly the same place. She seemed to be plagued by indecision. They needed to advance now, but protocol demanded they wait for Hotch's signal.

Rossi's hand moved to his radio. His fingers desperately itched to blast the static signal to the troops. He wanted them to thunder in, to rescue Emily. Tobey O'Conner's hand caressed her shoulder and Rossi knew if in the next few seconds Hotch didn't give the command, he would do it for him. FBI regulations be damned. Emily had been through enough already.

Hotch knew that something had changed in Emily's relationship with the UnSub, he could see it in her demeanor. Something very dangerous was playing out before them, he didn't want to make it worse. If Tobey was unstable, he could take Emily down with him. Hotch was racked with indecision, he hated it. He needed to make a decision NOW.

Tobey leaned in close to her ear and whispered (probably in what he thought was a seductive manner) "It's time my love, we will be joined together in this clearing."

Instinctively she looked toward the trees, if she refused this, he would become violent like he had before, only this time she would not be able to delay him with promises of marriage. Everything was basically, according to his beliefs, completely right. There was nothing to keep them from being together.

Tobey thought it was intensely cute the way she turned her head to make decisions. He loved how serene she was in this clearing. They would have to come here more often. He reached for her body, to turn her to him, so that their bodies were aligned. The bitch moved away from him.

Hotch was sure. Emily had just given the 'go-ahead' signal. A ring of static swept through around the clearing. The FBI and Police set off, abandoning their hiding places in the woods.

"No, Tobey. I want to go back to the house."

"Why, here is perfect. It's everything we ever wanted." He watched her face change from the woman he knew and loved into the woman of his nightmares. The evil woman who spurned his desires, who mocked him and refused to acknowledge his royalty. He lashed out immediately. Smacking her across the face with a flat palm. She stumbled a little, he remembered she hadn't eaten in a while.

"Please Prince, I've never done this before. Are we supposed to be outside?" Her voice had taken on the lilting quality he loved about her, but know he wasn't so sure. Ariel and Cady had had this quality too. He would see love and acceptance one moment and hatred the next. But there was no hatred from Snow White. He grabbed her roughly to him, kissed her severely and pushed her away again. There were too many conflicting emotions within him.

"The others used to do this too, I need to be sure of who you are." She looked up at him from the frozen ground. There was no fear or recrimination, only calmness. She stood, with a little bit of a wobble.

"I'm here now, because you deserve this." Her voice was steady and serene.

"I'm not like the others." She added. Emily was astounded at the steadiness in her voice. She, herself. Snow White was not present, yet she was conversing with this man as if she cared about him. It was strange and disturbing. Perhaps it was because she felt safe, her team was approaching and by some weird luck Tobey had yet to notice them. They couldn't be more than ten feet away now, to bad they couldn't run for her. She could see how the conflicting beliefs were causing him to become enraged. She was standing now. Wary of him, but hiding it. She felt the change in him, more than saw it.

"Just to be sure," he replied.

A quick movement of his hand, a snap. Something of leather and brass hitting flesh. Her reflexes were dulled by the cold, the lack of food and an utter exhaustion she hadn't realized she had. She staggered.

"I'm going back to the house." She turned and started walking. Snow White was pushing her to return the house and Emily really couldn't think of any reason not to.

"Quite right." He replied. She had proven herself to him, she hadn't screamed or run away from him. She had accepted him in all of his entirety. There she was blithely walking back to his house, their house. Married, beautiful, in love with him, bleeding, bruised and totally accepting of him. He had never been more happy, more blissful, or more turned on in his life. Snow White was truly the most perfect woman he had ever met. Suddenly there were men in the clearing. Where had they come from? Lots and lots of men, they must not go near Snow White. They would try to taint her with their impurity.

"Don't Move!"

"Put your hands up!"

"Drop the belt!"

"Freeze!"

A multitude of commands came at him from multiple directions. All he could think of was Snow White and that man that was approaching her. He must not let another man touch his untainted Snow White!

Emily was still walking, ignoring the shouts and commands behind her. She just wanted to get as far away from him as possible. She understood that someone was close to her, walking toward her, but she had no energy to look around. She could only focus on one thing. Getting back to the house, her room. At least she understood the rules in that room. Everything was clear. She knew who she was there, what her purpose was.

"Emily…Em…Yo, Prentiss." Morgan's voice called out after her.

She continued on oblivious.

He reached out his hand, grabbed her elbow and walked around to see her face. "You okay?"

Tobey O'Conner went ballistic.

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