A/N: I'm sorry this is late. I've been under some enormous amounts of stress lately. Last Thursday, my rat, Luna, died suddenly from a burst tumor in her uterus. I'm not even at home right now, I'm in Utah. It's a short one. But it's here! There are 2 parts to this chapter and they're happening simultaneously. Please read and review!

But in my cold arms

You don't sleep

In my cold arms

Your fear beats

In my cold arms

You stay

Mumford & Sons, Cold Arms

"Ok, so walk us through what happened. When did you get back from Matt's store?" Gideon asked her, sitting next to Rossi. Emily swallowed hard and started talking.

"Hotch and I had just gotten back from Matt's shop. I told him to go in while I locked my bike back up in the rack in the alley. Cyrus came up behind me and grabbed my shoulder. He started talking to me, about the usual religious stuff."

"What happened after that?" Rossi asked her. Emily hesitated. She knew Rossi wouldn't be pleased to hear that Cyrus had been creeping on her.

"He got mad at me for talking back at him since I was a woman and it wasn't my place," she answered. Which wasn't a total lie, just a little bit of… creative license. Gideon raised an eyebrow, but if he thought anything was odd, he didn't show it.

"Then he grabbed my neck, pinned me up against the wall to where my feet weren't on the ground, and then Hotch threw him off and Cyrus ran off like the coward he is. That's all."

"That's all?" Gideon asked.

"That's all." She repeated. Gideon and Rossi exchanged a look.

"What?"

"Well, uhm…" Rossi uncharacteristically stumbled as he searched for the right words. "Well Emily, I- you've heard about the allegations against Cyrus, right?" Emily nodded slowly, eyes looking at each of the two men, trying to determine what they were trying to say.

"Cyrus, he… he typically goes after… for lack of a better term, Em, you're his type.

"And?" She asked with a shrug. Rossi and Gideon looked confused.

"That doesn't...bother you at all?" Gideon asked.

"Gideon, 18 year old brunettes is a pretty common 'type.' Ive dealt with guys who were into me, and I've even dealt with violent guys like Cyrus who were into me. Need I remind you of Doyle?" They both shuddered at that nightmare.

"Well, look at it this way, bella," Rossi said. "We don't want another psychopath coming after you."

—-

"I feel like we should tell him," Derek whispered to Alex as he handed her the latte Penelope had just made.

"Absolutely not!" Alex whispered back.

"He has a right to know," Derek argued.

"My little goth gumdrop doesn't want him to know yet, so I'm with Alex," Penelope added, her elbows on the coffee shop counter.

"What's up?" Elle had come over to their little group, along with Kate and Tara, their hands interlocked as always.

"Great, an audience," Derek mumbled sarcastically under his breath.

"Derek wants to tell Hotch about Doyle, but I think we should respect Emily's wish and, oh, I don't know, not tell him something extremely personal?" Alex shot back with a glare.

"He's going to find out eventually, and I would rather he get the full, accurate story instead of the rumors that people in town spread," Derek said.

"...he has a point, Alex," Tara said softly. Kate nodded, agreeing with what her girlfriend said.

"I feel like we're missing out on something," James said as he and Spencer meandered over to the cluster.

"Should Hotch know about Doyle, yes or no?" Derek asked before anyone could share what they thought and influence their opinions.

Spencer said yes at the same time James said no. Alex smiles gratefully at James for siding with her, making him blush a deep red.

"Obviously James sides with Alex-"

"Hey!"

"-but you're still outvoted." Elle finished her sentence as if James had never even interrupted. "It's Derek, Kate, Tara, Spencer and I, versus James, Alex, and Penelope. He has to know."

Alex threw her hands up in a huff and stormed off, James close behind her, trying to calm her down.

"When Hotch gets back from getting Advil from the store, we'll tell him," Derek said conclusively.

As if he was summoned, Hotch walked into the store, ibuprofen in hand, about 5 minutes later.

"Hotch, sit down. We're gonna tell you about Doyle."

Hotch sat down apprehensively. He wanted to know, of course, but he'd seen how upset she'd gotten the last time Derek tried to tell him about the mysterious Ian Doyle.

"I can't stay here for this," Alex said with tears in her eyes as she stormed off outside. James followed her, exchanging a quick look with Derek. They both knew what she was thinking. She felt like she was betraying their friend.

"A while back, there was this guy that would come in pretty much everyday. He was one of our main regulars. He would bring a bunch of paperwork in and sit down with a latte. I always just assumed it was school stuff, but that was apparently false.

One day, Emily was walking home after her morning shift. He came up to her and asked for her name. He said, 'I want to now more about the mysterious girl in black.' I guess Emily got some sort of weird gut feeling, or bad energy, or maybe she just wanted to recreate herself for a bit, but whatever the reason, she didn't give him her real name."

"What was the name?" Hotch asked, intrigued.

"Lauren Reynolds. She gave him her number and they parted ways. Doyle stopped coming into the shop for some reason. I suppose it was because he wanted to leave her alone at her work, or something. I still don't know why. The two started dating, but Doyle still only knew her as Lauren. Emily completely rebuilt herself. It was like she had two personalities- Lauren and Emily.

Doyle gave her a promise ring, since they couldn't get married yet. Emily was… conflicted. She's never been a big marriage person, and she wasn't totally on board with the idea of being Doyle's wife. Doyle was involved in a lot of questionable things. Illegal things. Weapon dealing, things like that. When Emily found about them, she tried to run and get out, but Doyle isn't really the person to just let people leave. He was in love with her. He's a possessive, controlling maniac, he wasn't going to let her leave.

He took her against her will to one of his houses. Doyle was rich, he had houses all over the world and contacts that could get him out of the country. Emily fought like hell, so Doyle tied her up. The police found her 4 days after he originally kidnapped her at Doyle's airport. He was carrying her onto his private jet, a gag in her mouth, her hands and ankles tied. He was going to take her away to Europe and force her into servitude and submissiveness, make her serve him as his housewife. He was completely delusional. He's been in prison ever since."

"Wow," was all Hotch managed to say. He was expecting… well he didn't know what he was expecting. But certainly not that. "How do you know all that?" Was what he asked next.

Derek leaned back in his seat. "I read the police report."

"And they let you?" Hotch was incredulous.

"Well… not exactly."

"I hacked into their files. Their firewalls are shit." Penelope answered the unspoken question. "I don't really appreciate people messing with my family. I've got no remorse."

"None of us do when it comes to the team," Derek said.

"Fair point," Hotch agreed. He hadn't been there for a long time, but these people were more of a family than he'd ever had. His thoughts flashed to his father, six feet under, and his little brother staying with his aunt and uncle back in West Virginia.

"Well, let's find the bastard. No one's getting away with hurting our family."

A/N: the next chapter might be a little late, sorry! I'll try to get it out on time though. I think I mentioned this already, but I got my first short fic/Drabble up on my tumblr! Emily and Hotch find a haunted house. Please please please review this story!