A/N: Sorry this is a little late guys... Enjoy!

Her heart pounded; limbs trembled. It was hard to catch her breath. She nibbled at her fingertips, while her eyes glazed over the abandoned building before her; literally falling to pieces.

For a moment, her feet were glued to the pavement. It felt like the whole world was moving a million miles per hour, while she just stood there, motionless. However, as she cautiously glanced around the perimeter, noticing the dozens of police cars and bystanders watching on, the moment was gone.

She jumped as she felt a hand touch her back, "Oh… I'm so sorry to scare you…" Agent Davies apologised. Emily closed her eyes, exhaling as she glanced back up the large, abandoned building.

"What's the plan going into this?"

"Your priority is trying to convince them to release Penelope, which shouldn't be too difficult. They are obsessed with you, so they should do what you say to please you."

Emily nodded, rubbing her hands together. "I also know with these sorts of guys that they don't take orders from women very well…"

The agent nodded. "As soon as Penelope comes out, we'll send units in as fast as we possibly can. In the meantime, I'll need you to distract them."

"Okay…" She breathed.

"When you go in, there's a staircase right at the back of the building, it's the only way up and down. Which is why it'll be tricky to get SWAT in."

Emily sucked in a breath. "What if this doesn't work?"

"I believe in you, Emily Prentiss…" The agent nodded to her, and she nodded back, mentally pushing herself to go inside the building.

The first thing that hit her was the darkness. Her eyes widened as they adjusted to the sudden absence of the sun. Searching for any pinhole of light, Emily tripped over what she believed to be a large piece of wood.

She fell to the floor, grunting as her hand scraped across a nail. She bit down hard on her bottom lip, trying to prevent a screech from coming out; luckily for her, all that came out was a whimper. Her hand stung like hell, and she could feel the blood slowly trickling in the palm of her hand. Clenching it tightly shut, she managed to stand up, and her eyes were able to better adjust to the harsh darkness surrounding her.

Emily had to hold her breath as the smell of rotted wood, musty paint and her blood wafted around. The one thing people didn't tell you about abandoned places was how foul-smelling they could be. She could have even sworn that someone had brought takeout in here recently.

Rats scattered their feet around the dirty floor like birds in a swarm, crawling through vile vents and half-broken drains. Pieces of the wooden floor above hung down like stalactites; only moments from giving way and collapsing into a pile of dust.

She could hear the sirens blaring outside, and little whines and creaks within the large metal poles supporting the building. Emily tried squinting her eyes in the darkness to look at her injured hand, all that she could see was a large pool of liquid over it. She cursed to herself, mad that she hadn't even approached the unsub yet and she had already given herself an injury.

Shaking her head, she observed the floor, looking for any outlines of more wood or trash that she could potentially trip over. After clearing the bottom room, her feet led her to the staircase, which in all honesty did not look that appealing to walk on, considering how old and rotted the planks looked.

Planting one foot on the first step, she tested her weight. Deciding that it was relatively safe to go up the stairs, she slowly but surely made her way up. It wasn't until she reached an old and rusted door that she heard mumbles and whispers coming from behind. She recognised Penelope's panicked voice, and with that, Emily barged into the upper room without a moment of hesitation, demanding that her best friend be released.

She must have taken the unsub by surprise because he immediately gripped his forearm around the front of Penelope's neck while using his other hand to hold a knife to her head.

Emily felt someone tug her hands behind her, and then she felt a rope be tied tightly around her wrists. She didn't bother fighting and let the man drag her to a chair, practically pushing her into it. Immediately, she flashed back to an all too familiar incident over a decade ago—the event with Doyle.

"Pat her down for weapons…" She heard the unsub holding a knife to Penelope say. It was the same malicious voice that had spoken to her on the phone.

Fear surged through as she thought about the things that these two unsubs were going to do to her. The pace of her breathing increased, and she could feel intense heat rising to all aspects of her skin, causing perspiration to pool on her head.

It seemed to be much lighter up here, and she was able to shoot a glance at the unsubs. The one near Penelope had a dark hood on, making it difficult to identify any physical features. He looked to be of a slim build, but also very toned. Telling Emily that this guy worked out like his life depended on it.

"Cowardice…" Emily said to herself as she glanced at his hood. The number one thing that she had learnt working as a profiler was that you could tell a lot about someone just in a few seconds. And this guy had insecurity written all over him. "Loner… Narcissist."

Tilting her head around, she caught a glimpse of the man busy tying her to the chair. He looked oddly familiar and realised that this was Tomas Fielding. The guy who had been her nurse in the ICU. The guy who had followed her to London where he stalked her as a janitor. The guy who had threatened her family. "We meet once again, Tomas."

As she spoke, the tightness of the rope increased, and she grunted as he pulled on her sore hand. He whispered dangerously close to her ear, so much so she could feel his hot and sickly breath. "Keep quiet…"

Unfortunately for Emily, she never was one to keep quiet. "I won't keep quiet… We made a deal, release Penelope and keep me."

After making sure that the brunette was safely secured to the chair, the unsub holding the knife eased up. Taking his hood down, Emily first noticed a large mop of dirty blonde hair. And then it was his face. All covered in cuts and bruises. Black bags underlined his eyes, and he hadn't shaved for ages, with grubby sideburns stained with dried blood.

She held her breath as he limped over to her, pausing to brush a strand of her hair out of her face. "It's so good to see you again… Emily." He said her name with malice.

Emily scoffed. "Wish I could say the same for you. I don't even know who you are." His dark brown eyes squinted at her, and his mouth opened slightly, breathing heavily on her face. She smelt the scent of alcohol and bad breath, and it made her want to gag. Deciding to play it cool, she asked, "So, are you gonna tell me your name or not?"

The unsub cocked his head to the side, with a devilish smile forming on his face. This guy obviously had insecurity issues, which he dealt with through addiction; alcohol from what Emily observed, and for all she knew illicit drugs too. The bruises, scars and cuts over his face indicated an aggressive and dominant personality. From the holes and patches in his jeans, she assumed that he didn't take great pride in the way he presented himself.

This was a psychopathic alpha male. Typically, from what Emily had seen as a profiler, these sorts of men hated it when they were opposed by someone in equal strength. They hated it when people questioned them about their decisions, and when people didn't do as they requested.

When he didn't respond, Emily just made up a name for him. "Jeremy… I always hated that name in high school. Oh wait, you already knew that, since you seem to know everything about my life."

Emily's breath shuddered as the cold pocketknife in his hand traced across the edge of her skin underneath her neck, only moments from cutting her open. It probably wasn't the most fabulous idea antagonising the guy, but she felt the anger bubbling inside. "How about you use that pocketknife to cut off those ropes holding Penelope to that chair." Emily motioned over to her friend whimpering, who still had her blindfold on.

The blonde unsub nodded to Tomas, and Emily watched as he untied Penelope from the chair, shoving her down the stairs and out the building. 'Jeremy's' eyes never left Emily. She closed her eyes tightly as he breathed slowly down her neck, inhaling her scent before gently placing a kiss to her skin. Her body jerked in response, feeling his saliva dripping down into her shirt.

"I've been waiting for this moment… God, you are so beautiful." There was nothing Emily could do as he ripped apart the turquoise shirt she was wearing with his bare hands, exposing her small breasts to him.

It felt disgusting, the sick feeling of his dirty hands touching her was enough to make Emily want to spit into his face, so she did. Evoking a furious reaction out of him. He gripped her hair tightly and pulled roughly, dragging her across the floor- still on the chair- and causing Emily to weep in severe pain.

"How dare you…" He spat back in her face. "I give you love, and this is what I get in return?"

"That's not love… You don't know what the hell love even is. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you've never been in love." She regretted saying that because what happened next caused her a great deal of pain.

He literally chucked the chair she was sitting in across the room. She landed on her side- still tied up- with her head hitting the ground hard. She was numb for a moment, and then the dizziness hit. All sorts of blurry figures floated in and out of her vision. "Untie her…" She heard him order.

There was hesitation from the subordinate. "You sure about that? She's a feisty one."

"YES! I AM SURE ABOUT IT! NOW UNTIE HER BEFORE THIS KNIFE GOES INTO YOUR BRAIN!"

She moaned in pain as Tomas stood above her and aggressively pulled the ties off her wrists and legs, before dragging her up to her feet again. She stumbled for balance, grasping onto Tomas for stability. "Let go of her…" The blonde unsub reprimanded in his Alpha male voice. "She's mine."

The dizziness was overwhelming as Tomas let go of her, she was about to fall back to her knees until the other unsub caught her in his arms. He immediately placed a long, aggressive kiss to her lips. Emily fought with all her might to push out of his arms, falling to the floor.

He kicked her in the stomach, winding her. And as the first wave of dizziness subsided, she struggled to catch her breath again. Once she did, Emily pushed herself up from the floor, kicking the guy in the balls. He screamed in pain, and Emily wanted to laugh at him. It must have been true what they say about women tolerating pain better than men. Tomas stood to the side in awe, not sure what to do with himself.

Tomas was a fascinating character to Emily. He showed all the typical signs of a sociopath, and yet, he didn't seem to get the 'thrill' most sociopathic individuals got when torturing individuals. It was in that very moment that she realised that Tomas was not the real threat here, he was as much of a victim as she was. That didn't necessarily mean she wasn't angry with him though, no, the anger she had for him was still there. Just because someone is a victim didn't give them the right to hurt others.

Emily tried running away down the stairs, but not before 'Jeremy' grabbed hold of her legs, and before she knew it was being dragged back to the centre of the room. He slapped her hard across the face, groaning as she felt her cheek burn. He pinned her down, coughing as his massive weight crushed her diaphragm. "I'm surprised you don't remember me, Em."

The memory of his dark, emotionless eyes staring into hers only inches away would be a memory that scarred her for the rest of her life. There was nowhere else to look, even turning her head away from him hurt and made her feel intense dizziness. "You'd have to have done something extremely memorable for me to remember you…"

The look on his face was a look of insult. "You seriously don't remember." She shook her head, pursing her lips together. "Well… Let me remind you. We've known each other for a very, very long time… I have one word for you Em. Garfield High."

She squinted her eyes in confusion. Why the hell did he mention her old high school? "What about it?"

"You. Me. That's where we met."

Her brow furrowed. Then suddenly, memories of her old high school days came flooding back. She remembered ditching school at break times, playing pranks on teachers. And then that one dodgy kid at school who she always tried to avoid. "Marcus Finch." She spat into his face. "I knew there was a reason I erased you from my memory."

Marcus Finch was the sort of kid at school who was super quiet in class, but who everyone knew had a history with drugs and alcohol. He was the go-to kid if anyone ever needed a hit. Back then, Emily was a bit of a drug addict herself, which had caused tension between herself and her parents. But she had never taken drugs from Marcus at all, she remembered very vividly the rumours that flew around the school saying that he had laced the drugs with poison. She may not have believed them back then, but she could certainly believe that now.

"Took you long enough." His hands fumbled underneath her bra, and Emily shook her head, trying to shift from underneath him, it just wasn't working though. "You know… You've always fascinated me. What made you want to work for the FBI?"

She raised an eyebrow, wondering why he would ask such a question."To catch dooshbags like you…" He laughed to himself.

"Yeah… I thought you might say something like that. You haven't done a great job. Finding me, I mean." A wave of dizziness overcame her again as a lack of oxygen was able to get into her with his weight on top. "Oh… I'm sorry. Can't breathe?" Emily choked out as his hands gripped her throat, her skin was beginning to turn even paler than it already was, and she felt her vision starting to tunnel.

He released his grip on her, and she gasped for air, moaning as every muscle in her body ached. "In a few moments… They're gonna storm in here… And… And… Your ass is gonna go to prison, where I will never… Have to see you… Again."

His gaze was stone cold as she muttered those words… Emily shut her eyes tightly, wishing for someone to come inside. She was over this.

She had to push back the thoughts of her little girls who were threatening to invade her mind. There was no way that she could think about them right at this second, thinking about them would only make her break down into tears. And tears were the last thing that would help her right now.

In a moment of weakness, Emily was able to push Marcus off her, and he landed on the ground with a thud. The fist of her uninjured hand contacted his crooked nose, not once, not twice, but three times. Blood spilled out from his nose, staining her hand red. The moment was interrupted as Emily felt someone tug her away from Marcus by her waist. She struggled and tried to wriggle out of the tight grasp.

Tomas chucked the woman to the floor, and the last thing Emily remembered before her vision tunnelled into one big black blob was her family.

Aaron pushed his way through the mob of bystanders watching in fascination at the scenes unfolding behind the 'Do Not Cross' tape. Flashing his badge to the police officer, he leapt over the yellow tape and sprinted across to Agent Davies unit, who were busy removing their FBI vests.

"Emily. Is she okay?" He asked desperately. The frown on Agent Davies face softened, and she led Aaron to the ambulance. His eyes glanced around the vehicles, noticing two men in separate cars. His hands balled into fists, and his eyes squinted at each one of them. Had there not been any people around and he would have strangled them to death himself.

His attention turned back to the agent, "She suffered some injuries while in there… But she is going to be okay."

He nodded. "Thank you."

The back door opened, and he spotted Emily lying fragilely on the bed, with an oxygen mask covering her face. His heart broke as he took a closer look at her, noticing how pale her skin was. He could feel bile coming up his throat as he saw the dried blood all over her hands, which were now being wrapped up in bandages. Her eyes were gently closed, and her breathing was shallow.

One of the paramedics explained that Emily had suffered a nasty concussion and was in and out of consciousness. That was the worst of her injuries, along with a potentially infected open wound in her left hand and lots of bruising. "Can I ride along with her to the hospital?"

The paramedic nodded, and Aaron was able to sit at the head of the bed, looking down on Emily. He smoothed his hand over her bruised skin, feeling so helpless and so irate. His eyes were fuelled with fire, and yet so much love for the woman lying motionless on the bed. He rested a hand on her shoulder, not removing it for the rest of the trip to the hospital.

A/N: That's the fight scene pretty much done for this story guys. I am thinking that there will be about 2 more chapters to wrap everything up. Thanks to all for the amazing reviews and encouragement! They really do mean so much to me, and they have helped sustain me and provided me with inspiration to continue this story.

See you all next week!