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When Emily got out of the shower JJ made them both hot chocolate. They sat on the couch together with the TV on, not talking, but JJ held her hand. Her way of telling Emily that she was there if she wanted to talk.

And when the sun finally came over the horizon Emily convinced JJ that she was okay and JJ got ready for work.

And when JJ was gone Emily got up. She got in her car and drove. She drove and drove because she couldn't stand just sitting there anymore. She wanted to be working to find him, in the London office, here, it didn't really matter. But she needed something to do, some way to help. But instead her only orders had been to do nothing. To wait. And dammit, she wasn't good at either of those.

But she didn't have access to the Interpol database and she hadn't heard back from Easter. And there was no way to find out more about DeMarco without tipping him off. So instead she drove. Random streets, no destination, while thoughts wrapped around her mind. Thoughts that were doing their best to paralyze her.

Then finally she knew where she needed to go. It took almost an hour to get there and when she parked she left her cane in the car and limped to the entrance.

This was where she had come when she had worked at the BAU. When she needed to let off some steam, when she just needed to hit something, but didn't want to do it at the bureau. Her wrapped hands pounded against the heavy weight bag in front of her. She thought of DeMarco and she thought of what he had done to her team and she hit hit hit the thing in front of her.

Because she had so many feelings inside of her, but the easiest to recognize was rage. The easiest to handle was rage.

So she punched the bag as sweat dripped down her face. She ignored the pain in her leg and she ignored the fear and sadness and just let herself feel rage.

Her face was red and her breaths were fast, but the tightness in her chest was beginning to loosen.

She didn't stop when her hands began to hurt and her arms began to ache.

She didn't stop until she could feel some of the rage escape. Until she could finally think again.

It was just after five when Emily left the gym and drove back to JJ's. The sun was starting to go down, casting shadows across the yard.

She didn't want to sit alone in the quiet house. She didn't want to be alone with her thoughts anymore. But she got out of the car and walked into the house anyway.

The lights were off in the front hall and Emily flipped them on, kicking her shoes off in the process. Emily was hanging up her jacket when she heard a noise coming from down the hall. There was someone moving around in the bedroom.

Emily set down her bag, and pulled the gun out of her waistband. The lights were off in the kitchen and living room, but lights shone through the crack beneath the door of their room down the hall. Emily stepped silently, her gun cocked up ahead of her. Her heart beat loudly.

She could picture DeMarco in the room. It wouldn't have been hard for him to find out where she was staying. Hell, he could have been surveilling her for days. All he would have had to do was follow someone from the BAU to her. Emily hadn't tried to conceal her location, at the time it hadn't seemed necessary.

The sound of drawers opening and closing could be heard as Emily rested her hand on the doorknob. She turned it slowly with her left hand, her gun still in the right and opened the door. She stepped into the room and pointed the gun at the person staring back at her.

"Emily," JJ shouted, "it's just me, drop the gun!" JJ had her hands up in front of her.

Emily dropped the gun to her side, her heart still beating wildly. She had been so ready to see DeMarco. So convinced it was him behind this door.

"What're you? Your car?" was all Emily could manage.

"Penelope gave me a ride," JJ responded, "my car wouldn't start."

"Your–your car?" Emily took three steps to the bed and sat on the edge, "Shit, I thought someone had broken in."

"I'm sorry," JJ said, "I didn't mean to scare you."

"What, no," Emily shook her head, "I'm sorry for pointing my gun at you."

"It's okay," JJ said, sitting beside her and taking her hand, "it happens."

"You've burst into someone's bedroom and pointed a gun at them?"

"I didn't say it happened to me," JJ gave her a small smile, "but it's not a big deal."

Emily sighed, "your car?"

JJ shrugged, "I got it towed to the shop, they're going to call."

Emily nodded. She looked JJ in the eyes, "I really am sorry."

"I know you are, Emily." She brushed a hair away from her face, "and it's okay. I'm okay. We're okay. Okay?"

"Okay."

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Emily was lying awake in bed when her phone rang, she picked it up after the first ring and slipped out of the room.

"You alone?" Emily immediately recognized Easter's voice.

"Yes," she spoke softly.

"We've located him."

"Where?"

"DC."

Emily sucked in a breath, "you were right."

"After all these years you still sound surprised."

"Clyde."

"Yes, yes. We were able to trace his location, he's not far from you."

"Okay," Emily said, "give me the address; I'll get backup."

"No," Easter stopped her, "you go alone."

Emily paused, "I'll need help to take him into custody."

Easter took a breath, "if it were up to me, Emily, we would take him into custody. Then we could figure out how he had hacked us, who he was going to sell to. But this isn't my investigation anymore, the director has gotten involved. And they don't want to take him into custody. These orders have not come lightly, but they have assessed the risk and don't believe that taking him into custody will diminish the threat he presents. And while I would prefer to arrest him, I understand their decision. We know better than anyone that monsters can never truly be contained."

Emily said nothing.

"Your orders are to take him out and to do it neatly."