Somehow, Erin managed to pull into the drive of the Blake house shortly after midnight, and after parking, she sat behind the wheel and took a few deep breaths. After thirteen months, she was free, and soon enough she would be holding Alex close before she whisked her up to a bedroom and Erin could sleep easily for the first time in so long. Her heart refused to stop pounding in her chest, though, as nerves began to overwhelm her, and she jumped while letting out a strangled scream when someone knocked on her window. Unfastening her seatbelt, Erin opened the car door and looked up into the concerned face of James Blake and felt all the good feelings about being free disappear in a heartbeat. "James? Why didn't Alex come out to greet me? I know that I didn't let any of you know that I was coming, but John didn't ever let me access a phone, and I couldn't find his cellphone before I took off from the house."

"And you didn't see her on your way here?"

She shook her head as she climbed out of the car, reaching out her hand to rest against his chest. "Oh god, James, what is going on?"

"I was hoping that you could tell me. Here, let's get you inside, you look like you're going to collapse at any moment." He slipped an arm around her waist and guided her inside the house. The inside smelled like a memory of Alex, and that thought caused her to start crying as she almost collapsed against James, feeling the weight of everything come crashing down around her shoulders. Somehow, they made it to the living room, and James helped her to sit down, allowing her to fall against his chest as she struggled to keep from bursting out into sobs that wouldn't help either of them in the moment. "All right, tell me everything from the past twenty four hours. Lex has kept me pretty much up to date since you first were able to reach out to her."

Erin nodded a little as she sat up, folding her hands together as she took a few calming breaths. "So, you know that David was working together with John to keep me held captive?" He nodded. "I let Alex know that a week ago, but I didn't have the opportunity come up to escape until today. John let his guard down after I manipulated him into a corner, and while he was distracted by my crying, I shoved him away from me and ran for the exit of my room. And then I started for here, since I knew that this was the only safe space for me. Alex hadn't contacted me at all, and I wish that I had had time to reach out before I escaped, but everything happened so fast, and I had to get out of there. I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry for, Erin. You needed to get to freedom, I understand that. That doesn't tell me where my wife is, though."

She nodded a little as she tried to think clearly. "There's not much that I can do without the proper resources, and I don't know who I can trust in the BAU at the moment. Much though I might adore her, Penelope is compromised because she's in a relationship with David. And the rest of Alpha team is also out of the question because David works so closely with them."

"Alex mentioned that an Agent Anderson was always helpful when they needed help outside the team. Perhaps he could be trusted?"

Erin nodded. "That's a good idea, yes. I just don't have access to any numbers. Can I borrow your laptop?" He nodded and got off the sofa, leaving the room for a few moments before returning with the laptop and a bottle of water for her. She accepted the water gratefully, drinking down half in a few deep gulps as James logged onto the device.

"Here," he said as he handed it over, and Erin placed it on her lap before crossing her fingers and hoping that no one had deactivated her backup email account, the one that she had started back when John had first started his murderous spree to get at her. Her shoulders relaxed when she was able to log in quickly, noticing that she had a good number of emails, things that she would have to deal with later, once Alex was found, and John and David were under arrest. Clicking on her address book, Erin scrolled down a little way, until she reached Grant's name. Tapping on it, she called up his information and sent up a quick prayer that he wouldn't be angry at her calling so late in the evening.

"I'll need to borrow your phone, I'm sorry." James nodded as he handed it over, and she quickly called up the keypad before typing in Anderson's number and bringing the phone to her ear.

"Hello?" a sleepy voice asked, no anger evident. "It is very late, and I am very sleepy, and I really hope that this isn't a prank call."

"There is nothing funny about this call, Agent Anderson," she said, only for Grant to gasp. "I don't have time to explain things to you, I am so sorry. But I need you to get over to Agent Blake's home as soon as you can. I'll text you her address. We'll be waiting here for you. Please, hurry."

"Of course, ma'am. I'll be there as soon as I can. Might I have a little more information as I get dressed?"

"I am going to need you for a very secret op, one in which you can't tell anything to anyone else connected to the BAU. And I should think that the fact I'm still alive and talking to you, despite my apparent death, makes it clear why I need the utmost secrecy here."

"Understood. I'll probably swing by the bullpen to pick up some supplies, so that might take me a little longer to reach her house. Is that all right?"

"Yes, Grant. Please, hurry."

"Of course. I'm ending the call now, text me the address, and I'll be there as soon as possible. And ma'am?"

"Yes?"

"It is so good to hear your voice once more." The call disconnected before she could reply, and she blinked back fresh tears as she turned her face up to James.

"I need to sleep while we're waiting for him. I don't want to, but I've been on the road for eight hours, and I feel like I'm going to collapse."

"Do you want to head upstairs?" She shook her head and he gave her a sad smile as he nodded. "All right, I'll go up and grab a blanket for you while you stretch out on the sofa."

"Thank you, James," she murmured as she watched him get up again, leaving the room at a fast clip. A part of Erin wanted to start going through her emails, to see what she had missed in the thirteen months that she had been dead, but her eyes were so heavy with exhaustion that she instead just curled up in the corner of the sofa, allowing her eyelids to close as sleep stole quickly over her, now that she was safe with James.