Chapter 4: Captured
Emily woke up she realized that she had been captured by Doyle himself. When she came around from being knocked out, she tried to get up, and this was when she realized that she was tied to the chair. Her legs were tied to the front legs of the chair ad her arms behind. Fortunately, she was alone in the room, but knew that they would be coming soon. She took this time to put herself in a good place mentally, knowing what was to come. Thoughts of her family and lover took her away from the horrible reality of what was about to happen.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard footsteps and felt unwelcomed hands on her shoulders. She knew who was standing behind her and it sent chills down her spine. Emily Prentiss was terrified, but she was not going to let that show now.
"Where's my ring?" Doyle asked as he looked down at her. She knew exactly what ring he was talking about. She had kept it as a token for her major assignment being successful. When she was informed that he broke out of prison and was coming for them, she hated everything about that damned ring. Doyle had thought giving her the ring would let him go further with her. To him it first symbolized love. Not for him it symbolized betrayal because she never loved him to begin with, she played him to get him caught.
"I flushed it." She answered back reminding him why he wanted to meet with her again. He reminded her that because of that ring he spent seven years locked up in hell. Emily Prentiss had nothing to say to that. She did not love him, and she didn't regret leading him on to aid in his capture. Suddenly his hands were under her blouse. The feel of his hands on her bare skin made her shudder. Her heart sank when she realized what was about to happen.
"I'm going to give you another gift." He made his intentions known. He started unbuttoning her blouse. Emily was trying to imagine herself anywhere but where she was now. "One you will not get rid of so easily this time." He added as he walked off to get something. He rolled a nasty looking machine over towards her. "I think a four-leafed clover should make a nice addition to your other tattoos." He powered up the machine. She took a deep breath and tried to prepare herself for what was coming. "You still have two, right?" He asked her already knowing the answer to that. He mentioned it just to get under her skin.
"Yep, and that's enough ink. Thanks." Prentiss replied dryly as he got closer to her. He informed her that they couldn't afford ink back in North Korea, and that they branded rather than tattooed. He smiled at the panicked look on her face. He grabbed her from behind with one hand to hold her as still as he could. The brand was in his other hand. Emily tried to move away but her efforts were to no avail. She screamed in agony as the red-hot metal touched her bare skin.
Ian Doyle did not hear one of his men entering the room. He was busy taking his time with her. What he also failed to notice was that all of the thrashing around had caused Emily's restraints to loosen. He was seriously trying to drag out the process to make her pay for what she had done him. He wanted her to remember that every time she looked at it.
"Sir, I hate to interrupt, but the FBI got ahold of Fahey. They managed to get some information out of him before taking him into custody though." The man informed his boss. Doyle was livid. Now he didn't have time to do what he wanted with Emily. He finished the design and put the brand down, but Emily's relief was short lived. He slammed the chair to the floor with her still in it.
"What is your team doing here!" He yelled as his foot made contact with her middle. She yelped as he did it again. Since he didn't have the time to complete his plan, he was hoping to let her find out on her own. Prentiss managed to free one of her legs from the restraints on the chair. She attempted to use her free leg to shield herself from another blow.
"Do whatever you want to me. Just leave them out of it." She managed to choke out before he hit her again. Emily continued her attempt to free herself from the chair despite the pain. After hearing the news about Fahey, she knew they were close. She just had to hold on a little bit longer.
"I wasn't the one who dragged them into this." He sneered as he went at her again.
"What is this a warm-up?" She asked hoping to taunt him and distract him a little longer. He responded by causing her to flip over with the chair. She knew that he needed her alive, otherwise she would have been gone already. Doyle was about to say something but was interrupted by the other man again.
"Sir, you don't have long. They breached the building. I don't know how much longer the guys can hold them off." The man warned his boss. Doyle needed to hurry up, so he had time to get away. He dismissed his henchman by sending him off to help the others keep the team out. He wanted to see the look on Emily's face when she realized what he took from her, but now he didn't have the time. He was going to make sure that he was successful though.
"You took something that meant everything to me." He said as he stopped down to her level and got in her face. "Now I'm going to do the same to you." He added. She spat at him. She didn't think that he would successfully be able to take down her team. He may have known about her and Reid, but he was safe with the team. Little did she know that's not what he was referring to.
"I didn't kill Declan." She admitted as she was trying to free her hands from the overturned chair. She was successful this time. She worked through the pain to stand up.
"He's alive?" He asked not believing what she had just told him. He thought she was using this to distract him. Emily nodded in response. She wasn't about to tell him where the child was thought.
"I hid him so that they wouldn't kill him." She admitted that he didn't deserve to die just because of who his father was. "I also hid him so he wouldn't end up like his father." She added. She went for his neck before he could get ahold of her. She tried to cut off his air supply. Doyle did manage to get the upper hand in the battle though.
"I will find my son!" He yelled as he slammed her up against a wall and punched her in the stomach. She doubled over in pain and curled up on the ground. She was already trying to get up to fight back. The other man ran back into the room with them to warn Doyle that they were very close now.
"Sir, you have to go now!" The man said as he motioned for Doyle to follow him. Emily came around just as Doyle was about to run off. He was making sure that he left no trail.
"My team will find you before you ever find him." She promised as she tried to get up. He heard them coming for her. Ian Doyle vanished before they found Emily.
