Look who's back with a surprise chapter!

I think the wait was a little bit shorter than last time? Yes? No? But you get a longer chapter than last time! Yay!

My girlfriend said if I didn't post this chapter tonight she would break up with me. False threats aside - I thought I should be a good person and give you and her what you all want. Which is the conclusion, FINALLY, to the Doyle saga.

ENJOY.


Doyle 4

With the team assembled, Hotch walks over to Emily's desk and pulls open the drawer. Emily's cell phone rings out.

"She's running? Again?" Garcia asks heartbroken.

"Why would she do that?" Reid chimes in. "We're her family. We can help."

"Doyle's killing families. We are her family. Doyle must know that," Rossi concludes.

"And Rachel," Hotch adds. "We need to get eyes on her," Hotch says as he pulls his phone up to his ear.

"Hotch, we might have another problem," a voice from behind them says.

"JJ," Penelope says breathlessly as they all turn to the two new people that have entered the bullpen.

JJ and Ashley.

"I asked JJ to come help on the counter terrorism front with Doyle." Hotch explains. "What's going on?"

"Show them," JJ says to Ashley.

Ashley opens her messenger bag and pulls out a large envelope. She spills its contents out onto the desk in front of her.

Several smaller envelopes fill the table. Each labeled with a team member's name along with 'Mom,' 'Rylan,' 'Ashley,' 'Meg,' and 'Rachel'.

"If mine is anything to go by, they are all goodbye letters," Ashley adds. "What the hell is going on? I can't reach Rachel."

"I've been trying to get eyes on Rachel since you called me," JJ adds.

Hotch acknowledges Ashley. "Our UnSub is after Emily. I think it'd be best if you gather your family and have them wait here. We'll have agents pick them up."

JJ looks down at her phone. And types.

"What about Rachel?" Ashley asks. "I've been trying to call her since these letters were brought to me at work."

"He doesn't know about Rachel," Garcia comes to the realization quietly.

JJ looks up. "Guys."

"What was that, Garcia?" Hotch asks.

"He doesn't know about Rachel, Sir?" Garcia says more strongly.

"What do you mean?"Reid asks.

"Emily asked me to hide any cyber information connecting her to Rachel."

"She knew this would happen?" Derek asks outraged.

"When was this, Garcia?" Rossi asks.

"It was a week ago. Maybe two?" Penelope answers. Derek scoffs at the answer and crosses his arms.

"Guys, I found her," JJ interjects.

"Emily?" Reid asks.

"Rachel." JJ answers. "She's with Ambassador Prentiss in Argentina."

"Emily planned this?" Ashley asks.

The team looks at each other. Not really knowing what to make of this.

"You should probably make your calls, Ashley. It would be safer if everyone was here," Rossi breaks the silence. "You can use my office." Rossi leads Ashley away.

"Let's get to work," Hotch directs the others. "We work this like any other case. Doyle's the UnSub, Emily's the victim. Get a profile going. JJ, a word?"

Hotch walks away and JJ follows.

"Is there any way we can get eyes on Rachel?" Hotch asks when they are far enough away from the group.

"I can try. I was able to call in a favor at the CIA for this confirmation. This trip was very quick and hushed on the Ambassador's part. Further evidence that Emily knew this was coming."

"Yeah. We need to be able to make sure nothing happens with Rachel. It looks like Emily is prepared to go down with Doyle, the least we can do is help Emily keep her as safe as possible while we hunt for Doyle."

JJ nods. "If she's with the Ambassador, then Matt and his team are with them. Everything looks to have been low profile, which, I'm sure, was Emily's intention. Especially with Garcia's cyber scrub."

"You work on getting visual confirmation and we'll finish the profile. Emily is Doyle's stressor, which means he'll want to take his time. The more we can cut into that time the better."

JJ nods and walks away with her phone already at her ear.

Hotch runs his hand over his face and hair before going back to the bullpen.


WAREHOUSE

Her vision is blurry. Her arms are restrained. Her legs, too. She's in a chair.

The last thing she remembers is listening to Penelope's voice message. She didn't expect it. She didn't know if that was what she needed to hear or not. Everyone was searching for her. And Rylan, Ashley, her In-laws, and Meg were waiting at the BAU for her.

And then she got out of the car ready for Doyle.

Not ready enough, it seems.

Metal scrapes along concrete.

She turns her head to the noise.

Doyle.

He sets the chair he's dragging right across from her. He drops into it casually.

"Glad to see you're finally awake," he greets. "Hello, Emily."

Emily is silent.

"I'll admit I was a bit worried about you. You were out for quite a bit." Doyle leans forward in the chair. His voice lowers in secret. "I have to tell you, I wasn't prepared to bring you here for a few days. Who knew you were so eager?"

"Why wait? I wanted to see you, you wanted to see me," Emily answers with a glare.

"Indeed." Doyle smiles. "So," Doyle takes off his jacket, "you're going to tell me what I want to know."

"What's that?"

Doyle smirks — impressed with his captive's act. He gestures behind her.

Liam rolls in a cart topped with a crude tattoo machine.

"I don't need anymore tats, thanks." Emily says trying to control her breathing.

"You're going to tell me everything I want to know," Doyle moves behind Emily. "And you're going to beg me to do it."

He nuzzles his face between Emily's shoulder and neck. Emily tries to pull away. He places a soft kiss on her shoulder.

"But first..."

The machine buzzes to life. Doyle rips open Emily's shirt.

"A souvenir."

He thrusts the vibrating needle against her skin.

Emily grits her teeth. She won't scream. But fuck if it doesn't hurt about twenty times worse than when she got inked. She's sure he's modified the machine to make this as excruciating as possible.

She tries to stay awake.

But the pain and the effort of not screaming wears her out. She passes out.

Emily keeps her head down and eyes closed as she comes to. Doyle's pacing in front of her and talking. About what though?

His voice becomes clearer.

No. He can't know.

"And despite all of this, she'd finally come to realize that she loved her. Deeply, strongly. It was so powerful. And it couldn't be bad, right? Love couldn't be bad. It wasn't." Doyle recites.

Doyle stops pacing. We walks slowly over to Emily. Examining her. He grabs a fistful of her hair and yanks it, pulling her face up to look at him.

"Enjoying the story?" Doyle asks. He steps back from her. "I haven't been honest with you. But I suppose we can call it even — since everything you've ever said to me was a lie."

He holds up the book.

"This is good. Have you read it?"

"No."

"See? Not very honest with each other."

"Did you just want to share your latest read with me. I gotta say, it doesn't really seem like you."

"Rachel Montgomery … " Doyle reads the back of the description. Emily's heart hammers in her chest. She's grateful Rachel likes to keep her bios short. Just a short anecdote about what inspired her to be a writer and that she's a Stanford Alum.

"What's your point?" Emily interrupts him.

"I've been watching you, Emily. Did you know this Ms. Montgomery lives in your building?"

"Can't say I did," Emily answers as she tries to think back to any times when she and Rachel were together leaving or entering the building before Sean made her aware of Doyle's disappearance.

No. He couldn't have been gone for long before Sean told her. And he would have wanted to save Emily for last. But Doyle had plenty of unseemly connections in the past. And who knows how long he's been planning this. Could he have sent someone to watch her long before he escaped?

Doyle caresses Rachel's picture on the back of the book with his thumb. "I find that hard to believe."

"Plenty of people live in my building."

"Yes," Doyle hums. "But those people are not with Ambassador Prentiss in Argentina right now."

Emily says nothing.

"She's beautiful for sure. Women are so radiant when pregnant. Even Declan's mother was." Doyle pulls out a candid picture of Rachel in an Argentinian market. It's clearly a surveillance shot. "What do you think? Is she glowing in this picture?"

Emily stays silent.

"Who is she to you?"

"Boss, we got a problem," Liam says from the doorway.

Doyle leaves. Emily breathes a sigh of relief for the interruption. But, shit. She has no idea what to expect from this new development. She took every precaution to get Rachel to safety and it seems her efforts weren't enough. Nothing has been.

"Looks like we'll have to do something about your team after all," Doyle says as he strolls back into the room with a laptop.

"What? No. You said you'd leave them out of this." Emily follows her captor's movements until he's in front of her.

He pulls open the laptop. An image of Rossi, Seaver, and Fahey on a rooftop shows on the screen. Emily closes here eyes to keep her tears at bay. She didn't want this. This is why she left.

"That was before their interference," Doyle says. "You brought them here. So, the choice is yours, who dies?"

"No," Emily says disbelieving.

Doyle looks down at the brunette. "Alright." He pressed a button on the keyboard.

An image of Rachel holding hands with Matt at a market fills half the screen next to the image of the rooftop. Emily's heart skips a beat as she sees Rachel.

"If you forfeit that choice, I'll choose."

Emily tries to calm down and think. And avoids looking at Rachel on the screen.

"Fahey. Shoot Fahey. If he goes, my team has nothing," Emily chooses.

Doyle smirks. "Take Fahey.

Emily watches the screen as Fahey goes down and Rossi pulls Seaver to the ground.

"And give Ms. Montgomery a scare," Doyle adds.

"No!" Emily shouts. "That wasn't the deal." Emily looks at the screen. She jumps as bullets explode multiple melons close to Rachel. She can't help the tears that build up behind her eyes as she watches the screen. Matt pulls Rachel close and they take off running with others amidst the chaos the explosions created.

Doyle shrugs. "I have to have my fun too. Just like you."

"I was doing my job."

"And you were excellent at it. The blackmail. The killing. The nights in my bed. You were amazing at it all. Does she know what kind of person you are? I know I'd love to tell her."

"This is between you and me, Ian. She's…"

"Innocent?" Doyle challenges. He bends down to look directly at Emily. "So was Declan."

Emily inhales a shaky breath.

Doyle grabs the laptop and heads out of the room.

"Wait, no, Ian!" Emily calls after him. "Ian! What do you want to know? I'll tell you."

She watches him stop in the doorway.

Emily clears her throat and turns away from him. "What do you want?" Emily closes her eyes in disappointment at the crack in her voice. "I can be her if you want. I can be Lauren. I can," Emily begs. "Just tell me what you want"

"Not yet, Emily" Doyle says simply before he exits the room.

"Ian! Ian!" Emily calls after him. He's gone. Emily's breath hitches as she tries to keep down the sob that's burning her chest and throat.


BAU Team

JJ runs down the police station hall to where the team has gathered. "Guys, guys."

"What's wrong?" Hotch asks.

"Shots were just fired at Rachel."

"In Argentina?" Reid asks.

JJ nods.

"He must know about her." Rossi says.

"Anyone hurt?" Hotch asks.

"No." They all let out sighs of relief. "Matt was out with her," JJ continues. "And she and the Ambassador are now locked down in their hotel."

"We need to go." Derek says.

"We know where she is?" JJ asks.

"Yeah," Derek answers.

"Five minutes." Hotch says. He gets a nod from all of them. They part ways to get ready for battle.

BAU HQ

Ashley, Rylan, Mr and Mrs. Montgomery and Meg sit around Rossi's office. The two couples are squeezed together on the couch while Meg sits on a chair in front of Rossi's desk. The significant others' hands are clutched together.

Meg stands suddenly. Everyone jumps at the movement.

"Meg?" Ashley questions.

Meg starts to pace. "I can't take this," she says.

"Meg."

"No, I can't keep sitting here while Emily's life is on the line. Why haven't we heard anything?"

"Honey, you need to try to calm down." Mrs. Montgomery tries.

"I can't," Meg's voice breaks. "My best friend is out there probably being abused by some monster…"

"I don't even know where mine is," Ashely voices.

"It's not the same."

"They are both gone."

"Rachel is protected. Emily made sure of that. And then she went alone to confront this guy to keep everyone safe." Meg slams her fist on the desk. "God. She just can't help herself. She still thinks it's her sole responsibility to protect everyone. And she'll die trying."

"You can't think like that," Mr. Montgomery says.

Meg gives a humorless chuckle. "If it's between your daughter's life and her own, Emily's not coming back." She drops back into her seat.

"Meg," Ashley pleads.

Meg leans forward and puts her head in her hands. "She gave me her rings,"she confesses softly.

"Honey, she'll come back." Mrs. Montgomery says.

"Meg's right," Rylan finally interjects. "And we shouldn't pretend otherwise."

"Now's not the time, Rylan," his mother chastises.

"But it is. It's exactly the time to face the realities of the situation." Rylan looks at Meg. "Emily would die protecting anyone. She's an agent. That's always a possibility. But you're right, between my sister and herself, there's no doubt. Emily would die for her. We all know that."

Ashley squeezes her husband's hand. "Ry, just stop. We shouldn't think like that," Ashley adds.

"But," he continues with a glance to everyone in the room. He lets go of Ashley to sit in the chair across from Meg. He takes her hand. "Between herself, my sister, and their child, she would never stop fighting to get back to them. She'll make it. For them and for you," Rylan ends with conviction.

Meg squeezes his hand.


WAREHOUSE

Emily hears him come back. She stretches her neck to watch him move from the doorway toward her. Liam follows him in.

"What did you do? What did you do, Ian?"

Doyle ignores her queries. He trains his gun on his former lover.

"Do any thing and I'll never tell you," he answers. "And I'll make what's next even more painful than I plan."

"This was between me and you. I'm the one you want. You don't have to do anything to anyone else."

"Maybe." He nods at Liam.

Liam unties her hands and and feet. He pulls her up roughly.

"You know the problem with having precious things?" Doyle asks as he and Liam each grab one of her arms and drag her forward.

"Doyle," Emily pleads

"They can be broken. No matter how sturdy." They drag her down a hallway. "The more precious, the more they shatter the person to whom they belong."

They stop in an open room. Emily knows exactly where she is. She knows what's going to happen here. She just needs to know if Rachel and her team are okay.

She knows they are on their way. They have to be. But if not, she accepts her fate. She just needs her family to be safe.

"Did you harm my team?" She asks.

Doyle puts the gun in his waistband at his back. He nods at Liam. Liam leaves.

"Did you hurt Rachel?" There's no sense in denying a connection now. Not when she knows what he's building up to.

"The North Koreans broke me, you know?" Doyle says conversationally.

He paces in front of her. She tracks his movements with her eyes.

His eyes are far off. "When I saw what you did to my boy, I broke." His eyes flash back to her, unfocused from rage. "But do you know what put me back together?"

"What?"

"Revenge." He looks at her clearly. "Making you pay. Making you beg for your life. I want you to feel the same terror Declan felt. And cry out for help as Declan might have."

"What did you do to Rachel and my team?"

Doyle smirks.

"Do you feel it, Emily? The helplessness? This is what Declan felt when you betrayed us. And allowed my enemies the opportunity to kidnap and execute him!"

"Tell me!" Emily shouts back.

"I won't," Doyle declares.

Emily tries to swallow down her panic. If anything happened to Rachel or the team, there's no going back for her. She would never be able to face anyone. Not the rest of the team. And not the Montgomerys.

He'll never tell her. This is exactly what he wants.

The team better be close. This is it.

Emily laughs. It starts low. Rueful. It builds and builds. Until its hysterical. It's not what she planned. But it gets the job done. Doyle's focused on her.

"He didn't cry. He laughed," she states.

"What?"

"I was there. He laughed."

Doyle flings her into the wall. Pain shoots up her shoulder. She cumbers to the floor.

"You watched as the killed my son?" he growls. He pins her to the wall with a hand to her throat.

"No." She grins. "I'm the one holding the gun."

Doyle punches her face. He scrambles up and go for his gun at his back.

She kicks at his kneecap. His leg buckles and he lurches forward. Emily stands quickly and grabs around the barrel of the gun. She pushes it back toward him until there's a crack and she can dislodge his broken finger from around the trigger. She throws the gun away.

She punches him while he's still off balance. He comes back at her full force. She blocks his punches, but he gets her in the gut and takes her down to the ground.

He attacks her face as she tries to find some leverage to get him off her. Her hand wraps around something. She grabs it and smacks him with it. A wooden post. He rolls off her.

Time for her own revenge. All the fear he put her through. For Rachel, for her team, for everyone she loves, for her family. She uses every bit of it in her attack.

"He thought it was a game," Emily says as she smashes Doyle's face with the post. "He kept laughing every time I told him to be still. He said the make-up felt weird on his face. But I think the pictures came out well."

Emily sees the understanding as it rolls over her captor's beaten face.

"You will never see Declan again. Never have a chance to corrupt him."

Emily punches at his face wildly.

"And you will never touch my wife."

The lights go out.

Her gut ignites with pain. It burns.

Emily looks down. The wooden post she used to batter Doyle sticks out of her. She falls to her side.

He gives a hollow laugh. Doyle stands carefully. His face is swollen, but his sneer is clear. "I'll find my son. And I'll kill your wife and child."

Doyle scurries away gingerly. Away from her. And closer to his escape. Closer to her pregnant wife.

Her body burns. But she has to try. She has to. Emily tires to roll to her side, to get on her knees. To go after him.

Tears burn her eyes now. She can't. She can't move. She can't stop him. She can't save the people she swore to protect.

"Emily," she hears. It's Derek. "We need medical. Emily's down," Derek yells into his comm.

"Go, go after him. He's…Rachel," she struggles. "Please."

Derek nods. "I'll get him." Derek takes off.

JJ takes Derek's place beside Emily. Her hands soft and firm as she tries to stabilize the object spearing her friend.

"You're okay, Em. You're gonna be fine. Rachel is fine," JJ encourages. Emily's eyes droop closed. "Em, stay with me. Em, do it for Rachel. Don't you dare give up," JJ's voice cracks.

"I'm glad you're here, Jayje," Emily gurgles out.

She loses consciousness.

"Emily? Emily. Where the hell are the medics!" JJ yells.


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