Hey guys. I'm back with a new chapter.

Let me start by apologizing to Sao21. I said in a PM response to your idea that I started on a chapter where Rachel is introduced to the team when Emily throws a party. I swear I worked on that last night. But this morning this happened.

Enjoy.


It Wasn't Supposed to Happen Like This

Bank

Rachel looks around the bank as she waits in line. She had all day to go to the bank, why she chose lunchtime she would never know. She knew better. But after a whole morning of writing, she needed to regroup and what better way than running errands.

Rachel pulls her phone out of her purse when the melody to Van Morrison's Brown Eyed Girl plays. She smiles at the picture of her and Emily on the screen.

"Hey, did you get called in?"

"No."

"Okay, I'll bite, to what do I owe this pleasure?"

"I just wanted to hear your voice and see how your day was going," Emily says in a whisper.

"Why are you whispering?"

"Garcia has ears everywhere, it's bad enough she can tap into the video and see when I'm talking to you, but if she heard me say what I just did to you I'd never hear the end of it."

Rachel laughs. "You're crazy."

"So how's your day been?"

"Just spent the morning writing and now I'm running errands. I'm at the bank now." The teller waves Rachel over. "Em, I have to go. I'll call you later, okay?"

"Yeah."

"Be safe," Rachel tells her girlfriend

"I will."

Rachel steps up to the teller.

"Good afternoon, how can I help —

Two gunshots ring out in the bank.


BAU

"Been talking to your girl?" Garcia asks as from behind Emily.

Emily jumps. "Jeez, why are you skulking around stairwells?"

"Why are you?" Penelope asks with a big grin.

"Shut up." Emily holds the door open for her friend. Penelope enters onto the BAU floor and Emily follows.

"Sneaking phone calls to your girl. You are too cute."

"Please stop."

"Fine, fine, but only if you let me meet her. It's not fair that JJ has."

"That is not going to make you stop and I know it."

"Of course not, you cannot get out of letting me meet this woman. You might as well just let it happen, beautiful."

Emily opens the bullpen door for Garcia.

"Soon."

Garcia squeals. "Ah, I can't wait."

"What's going on?" Morgan asks.

"Nothing," Emily says.

Morgan doesn't buy it. At all. He looks to Garcia.

"Something you want to tell me, Baby Girl?"

"Nope." Penelope shakes her head quickly. "I have to go, uh, triple update my lovely, lovely CPUs. Bye." Garcia walks off quickly.

Emily sits at her desk and opens a file.


Bank

All the bank tellers, except one, and patrons were face down on floor of the bank.

"Hurry up," the masked robber tells the bank teller behind the counter in a gruff voice. He points his semi-automatic weapon at the man close to tears as he loads a bag with money. The bank robber snatches the bag from the man and scrambles to the doors of the bank.

"Fuck," the robber says as he peeks through the closed blinds and sees police cars. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

He turns back toward the tellers' area. He looks at everyone faced down.

"Get up." No one moves. "Get up! Everyone sit against there." He gestures with the gun to the teller station. Everyone moves.

The robber grabs a chair from the bank sitting area and pulls it over so he is sitting in front of the group.

Everyone jumps when the bank's phone rings. Brriiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnng. Brriiiiiiiinng. Briiiinnnngg. The robber makes no move to answer it. It stops.

Brrrriiiiiiiing. Briiiiiiing. Briiiiiiinng. At every ring, all the bank's occupants jump.

Brrrriiiiiiing. Briiiiiing. Briiiiiinng. The ringing stops.

Briiiiiiiiiing. This time the robber moves toward the phone inside the office. Briiiii— The hostages jump as the robber shoots the phone four time. He walks back over to the chair and sits down.

Briiiiiiiiing. Another phone starts to ring. The robber stands from his chair angrily and heads toward the phone ready to expel more bullets.

"You have to answer it," someone in the room says.

The robber whirls toward his hostages. "Who said that?" Everyone's eyes look to the floor.

Rachel raises her head. "I did." Rachel looks at their hostage taker. "You have to answer it or they'll just keep calling."

"Not if I shoot every phone in here."

"They probably already have an idea of how many people are in here and if they hear that number of shots, they will assume you've killed everyone and burst in here to kill you. They won't hesitate."

The robber narrows his eyes at Rachel. "You're trying to trick me"

"You're the one with the gun. Why would I do that?" Both Rachel and the robber look over to the phone as it begins to ring again. "The longer you don't answer is more time that they have to speculate on what you're doing in here."

"How do you know all this? You a cop?"

"No. My girlfriend is an FBI agent."

He looks at Rachel. He doesn't know if he should believe her. "Come here."

He grabs Rachel's arm and leads her over to the table where he put all of the hostages phones, after he made them turn the off.

"Get your phone and call her."

"She might not answer."

The robber looks at Rachel suspiciously. "She won't answer a call from her girlfriend?"

"She doesn't answer if she's out in the field or in a meeting or in the air."

"You're lying." He grabs her arm again and sticks the gun in her belly. "You're lying to me!" At his loud voice the other hostages whimper and huddle together.

"I'm not," Rachel shouted.

"If you're in charge inside the bank, please answer the phone," A voice from a megaphone says from outside the bank. "We want to talk to you. Help you get out of this."

"If you want her here you have to pick up that phone and ask for her," Rachel tells the man holding a gun to her guy. "If you say you want her here, they will get her."

The robber looks to the once again ringing phone. "If you're lying to me, you are the first to die. Got it?"

"Got it."

The robber holds the gun on Rachel and leads her to the ringing phone. "What's her name?"

"Emily Prentiss. She works with the BAU."

He picks up the phone mid-ring. "I don't want to talk to you. I want Emily Prentiss of the BAU."

"What's your—

"Tell Emily Prentiss if she isn't here in twenty minutes, I kill her girlfriend." He hangs up the phone.

The robber pulls a second chair over to his in front of the group.

"Sit." He orders Rachel with the barrel of his gun.


BAU

Hotch stalks out of his office and toward Rossi's door. His office door closes loudly behind him.

"Hotch is pissed." Derek says as he and Emily hear the door close.

Hotch sticks his head in Rossi's door and then thunders down the stairs.

"I wonder what's up." Emily says.

"Everyone, let's go. No need for go bags. We don't have a lot of time."

Emily, Morgan, and Reid jump up and grab their guns.

"Hotch, what's going on?" Emily asked as they team made their way out to the elevators. JJ meets them there.

Aaron looks to Emily as they all step into the elevator. "Bank robbery turned hostage situation. Hostage taker asked for you by name and knew you were with the BAU."

"What?" Emily asks. "Do we know who the person is?"

"No, but, Emily, he says he has your girlfriend."

"What?" Emily looks around the elevator at everyone. "No." She pulls out her cellphone and calls Rachel. It goes straight to voicemail. "No."

The elevator doors open and the team rushes out.

"Morgan, take JJ and get Emily to the federal bank on 3rd and Fortune as fast as you can. The rest of us will follow." Without a second thought, everyone runs to the SUVs.


Morgan's SVU

Morgan speeds out of the Quantico gates siren blaring and lights blazing. Emily tries Rachel's cell phone over and over. After a few moments of silence, Morgan breaks it, "So…"

"Morgan," JJ warns.

"Why you didn't say something?"

"Are you serious right now? My girlfriend is being held hostage and you're trying to talk to me about your hurt feelings because I didn't tell you about her?" Emily shouts.

"Emily, she's going to be fine," JJ tries. "Rachel's going to be fine."

Morgan makes a sharp turn and accelerates in and out of lanes. Morgan realizes JJ uses Rachel's name. "You knew about her?"

"Yeah," JJ answer.

"Damn it, Morgan, can you not do this?" Emily says with frustration. She takes a breath. "I was going to introduce her to everyone this weekend if we didn't catch a case."

Morgan stops the black SVU at the police barricades closing off the street along the bank. Hotch's SVU stops next to them. The team suits up in their FBI bulletproof vests.

Morgan looks Emily in the eye. "Let's go get your girl, Princess."

Reid puts his hand on Emily's shoulder.

"We all have your back, Emily," Hotch says.

"I know," Emily says. She leads the team to the hostage rescue team home base.

The team makes its way to the hostage rescue team home base. Emily steps to the man in charge.

"I'm Emily Prentiss," Emily states. Supervisory Special Agent Emily Prentiss is on the scene.


Hey guys, I hoped you enjoyed this. Obviously, there is gonna be more to this one. I didn't want your head to explode by giving you too much :D

I swear, I had almost 900 words of a version of the team meeting Rachel that was fluffy and cute that I started last night. But today this idea came back to me (I had it the first time I was working on these series years ago) and I couldn't shake it. And before I knew it I had 1200 words (this is a bit over 1600)

I hope you guys like it. Tell me what you think. I may finish the fluffy version and post it as an alternative or something. I don't know yet.

Review. I love interacting with you guys on this. You take the time to review. I take the time to respond to your review.

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