"Oh, I'm so tired." Emily sighed, holding a hand to the small bulge in her middle. "This kid is draining so much of my energy already."

"Come on, Emily." Penelope encouraged. "We're almost there, but we've gotta be quiet so we don't wake JJ."

"Don't wake JJ. Got it."

The rest of the team had finally gone back to their hotel, and Emily was bushed, although she was sure that it had more something to do with being pregnant at an age that was just outside of the normal window for most women.

At any rate, she trotted alongside Penelope. All she could think about was getting ready for the night and then crawling into bed with JJ.

And they always shared a room when they travelled places because they were the women, and on the occasions Penelope was with them, Emily and JJ shared a bed so Penelope could have her own, so it wasn't like sleeping together (in the literal way) was a foreign concept, but now that they were flirting with each other whenever they got the chance, things were a little… different.

When Emily had told JJ that she wanted her, she had really meant that she'd wanted her in more ways than one.

"Hmm." Penelope hummed as they entered their suite and her eyes fell on JJ's and Emily's empty bed. "Maybe she got up to satisfy a craving."

"Yeah, maybe…"

Emily took her phone out of her coat pocket, wanting to keep it close; the hair on the back of her neck was on end, and that was never a good sign.

"JJ?"

No answer. Even JJ's jacket and purse were nowhere to be seen.

It wasn't like their suite was terribly big, but Emily's profiler instincts had suddenly kicked into overdrive, and she didn't know why.

At least Penelope was picking up on her nervous energy, but that was to be expected because she always had a certain sense about things, no matter how low or high someone's nervousness level was.

"E," she addressed the dark-haired woman. "JJ isn't here. I just checked the bathroom and the balcony. Why don't you try calling her?"

Emily did, but…

"No dice, PG. Her phone is going straight to voicemail." Emily reported. "Am I the only one of us who thinks that something is dangerously amiss?"

"Uh-uh," Penelope was already at the desk by the balcony, her computer open to its data-retrieval program. "And to quote various characters from Star Wars, 'I have a bad feeling about this.' A very bad one."

Emily sank into the armchair next to the desk, her phone still in hand. "Are you tracing her movements through the GPS on her phone?"

Penelope nodded. "Yes, and I want you to be ready to call Hotch because it's looking more and more like that officer JJ left the station-house with kidnapped her… oh, dear…"

"What?" Emily leaned over to see Penelope's computer screen. "Show me."

The two friends were looking at a map of Manhattan, overlaid with road routes, and when Emily noticed a moving dot on the screen with a purple trail protruding from its back, Penelope explained what it was.

"That's JJ, and where she was going before the signal drops. It looks like she was taken from where we are now in the Upper East Side, through both sections of Midtown, and then to the Queensboro Bridge. That's when the signal drops, but it looks like our sweet JJ is in Queens."

Emily checked her watch, doing some calculations. "And she's already been gone for an hour. Do you think she's been brought to Baylor? That would mean JJ's kidnapper is the elusive twin sister she mentioned."

"That's what I think, too." Penelope picked up her phone and got it ready to dial. "You call Hotch, since he's sharing a room with Rossi, and I'll call Derek because he's bunking with Spencer."

Emily agreed and began dialing.

One group conference later, the BAU team was arriving back at the station-house that they didn't think they'd see again until morning.

Captain Aquino hadn't left yet, and he was briefed by Hotch via telephone call on the ride over, so that by the time they were all setting up camp in their work area again, he was completely up-to-date on the situation.

Before he could say anything, though, they were joined by two civilians: a young woman in her twenties, and a boy who looked like he was her teenage brother. It was the cashier and the bag boy from the market that JJ had encountered. Both siblings were clearly of Korean descent, and luckily, spoke in comprehensible English.

"Is one of you Emily?" the young woman asked, her voice heavy with a Korean accent.

Glad to be the resident linguist and also that she had a gift for understanding accents because she'd grown up hearing her father's heavy Italian one, Emily stepped forward.

"I am. What are your names?"

"My name is Moon," she said of herself before indicating her companion. "And this is my brother, Park. You are FBI?"

"Yes."

Moon seemed nervous about what she had to say, but Park encouraged her to keep going.

"We were on our shift together at out uncle's grocery store, and your friend Jennifer came through our checkout line."

Moon handed over the card JJ had given her, and although she had put it in a plastic bag, Emily still pulled out a pair of plastic gloves from her pocket and handled the bag with them.

"We noticed that she was polite enough, but she seemed a little off… like she was afraid of something, and also nervous at the same time."

For good measure, Park chimed in, "I noticed that her arm is in a cast and I offered to help her take her bag out to her car, but that made her seem even more nervous."

Emily turned the plastic baggie over so she was looking at the back of the card, and there, in JJ's wobbly right-handed script was a short message that sent a chill through her bones: Help me. Ask for Emily.

She handed the bag a gloves over to Rossi, who was a few paces behind her before turning back to Moon and Park.

"How long ago did you see her?"

"An hour, at the most." answered Moon. "We would have come sooner, but our uncle is very strict and wouldn't have let us leave since we'd already had our breaks. Our shift ended at the same time, and we came straight over."

"And we appreciate that." Emily said sincerely. "Why don't we go somewhere quiet and I'll take a statement from you two? We need to all of the exact details of what happened."

Telling Emily that she'd act as Park's guardian since she was over eighteen, Moon agreed. Park did, too, and they followed Emily away to a quiet room, providing the name of their uncle's grocery store to Penelope as they went. Spencer brought up the rear, wanting to sit in on the interview since he was chronologically closer in age to Moon and Park than Emily was.

That left Penelope at her computer in full-on hacker mode, while Hotch, Rossi, Derek, and Captain Aquino stood a few feet away, gathered in a circle.

Hotch turned to the captain. "JJ was last seen with one of your people. Can you look out at the bullpen and tell me who isn't here that should be?"

Aquino scanned the room for a moment and then sighed. "It's one of my transfers, Maddie Morrison."

"You say her name with agitation; is Morrison trouble?" asked Rossi.

"More like she's a walking sob story: it's only ever been her and her brother, she was widowed on September 11th, and then a month beforehand, she and her husband were set to adopt these two sisters, Anya and Bella, but things fell though."

"Dare I ask what happened to Anya and Bella?"

"I think it goes that Anya passed away from SIDS and Bella couldn't handle the loss of her sister and literally became so sick with grief that it killed her. Anya was three months old, and Bella was almost four; they were all each other had left because their parents died not long after Anya was born."

"That is a lot of trauma for any one person to go through, especially someone on the police force. How is she still here?"

"You mean, how hasn't Maddie burned out yet?"

Rossi nodded. "Yes."

"Maddie Morrison may have had a very sad past, but mentally, physically, and psychologically, she isn't to be underestimated. She's the sharpest transfer I have."

Derek, who had been observing the conversation this whole time, asked a question of his own. "Would you put it past her to be this bold, kidnapping an FBI agent?"

"Up until now, I would have said no, but things have clearly changed."

"You said she's a transfer?"

"We were seriously undermanned and received a batch of people from Queens and Brooklyn, respectively." Aquino confirmed. "She's from the fiftieth, out in Queens."

"Do you have a hardcopy of her service record here?"

Aquino nodded. "It came over when she did; I'll go get it."

Derek thanked Aquino as he left the room and turned back to Hotch and Rossi.

"Are you guys connecting the dots yet?"

"The time factor of five months, for one, is already putting a big red flag for me." Hotch said. "JJ said in her interview that that was when she met Baylor."

"JJ also mentioned that he has a sister who works here in the city, " added Rossi. "But she doesn't know her name."

Derek rounded the thought train out. "Too much of what we've learned today alone makes it sound like way more than a long string of coincidences. Maddie Morrison took JJ, yes, but she has to be Baylor's twin."

"And she kept her married name." Hotch observed. "My mother did that after my dad died when my brother and I were kids."

"You guys!" Penelope called out suddenly from her spot at her computer. "I did it!"

The guys gathered around her with Derek saying, "What did you do, Baby Girl? Be specific."

The blond pointed at her screen, which was showing security camera footage. "I hacked in the to the system of the grocery store where Moon and Park work, and I found JJ. She's there."

Penelope indicated a person on the screen, and sure enough, it was JJ, dressed as they'd last seen her. She was using her good hand to steer a shopping cart, and periodically, she would stop to inspect a product on one of the shelves. If it met the specificity of what she was looking for, she would add it into her cart.

Seeing that she had the guys' attention, Penelope rewound the footage a frame, paused it, and blew it up.

"Look at what JJ is holding." Penelope told them. "The product name is in Korean, but the picture on the bag makes it very clear what the product is."

Hotch realized first. "Those are diapers."

"Diapers?" Rossi echoed questioningly.

Derek nodded. "She's collecting supplies because she was brought to wherever Elle's daughters are. JJ has been turned into a nanny."

Hotch looked back at Penelope. "Have you been able to find JJ when she arrived or left?"

"Not yet, sir. I only just found this, but I will keep going."

"Good."

Hotch had to force himself to look away from the computer monitor because while JJ was looking directly at the security camera, knowing that Penelope would be scouring the network for her, the screenshot captured something else that Hotch didn't need burned into his brain: JJ's expression.

She was terrified.