AN: Okay so please forgive me for taking my sweet damn time! There are changes in this chapter as I've decided to take this story in a different direction then originally planned. Please bare with me on this though as it may take some time. Also, I will have the next chapter posted soon. Enjoy. CT. :)Running Back
"Man is an animal which, alone among the animals, refuses to be satisfied by the fulfilment of animal desires". – Alexander Graham Bell
Emily stopped just outside the doors, breathing hard. She'd heard JJ call out to her, but she couldn't face her. As her breathe slowed she felt someone move beside her. When she turned to see who it was an arm moved to her waist as a handkerchief-ed hand covered her mouth and nose. Emily struggled at first, but her attempts were futile as she soon realised; the handkerchief was soaked with chloroform. The last thing she saw was JJ bursting out of the hotel. The man that had just knocked Emily out, placed her in the backseat of his car, and then got went round to the drivers side and got in before driving off.
JJ walked slowly back inside, heading towards Rossi and Reid.
'I couldn't catch up to her. I don't know where she went.' JJ sighed, looking around the lobby.
'JJ, honey, she probably needs some time alone.' Rossi reassured her, a hand resting on her arm.
'Where's Morgan?' JJ asked somewhat angrily.
'He's talking with Hotch.' Reid answered.
'What do you know about this guy, Emily's seeing?' Rossi asked distracting JJ, from her anger.
'Well, she met him before the Cyrus case. They've been together for 8 or 9 months. His name is Dean; he's a fire fighter. Smokin' hot, too.'
'So you've seen him?'
'Only a photo, not in person.' JJ answered as Hotch joined the group, Morgan nowhere in sight.
'JJ, when Emily gets back, let me know, ok? I think we should all get some rest; it's been a long day. There's not much we can do at the moment.'
'Sir.' The group said heading off in various directions.
Emily awoke to the sound of light foot-falls. Her head was heavy and she was groggy; she looked around her and quickly established that she was in a cellar of some sort. Her hands were tied above her head and her feet shackled. Her observation stopped when she realised that the foot-falls had stopped. Emily looked around blindly, trying hard to make out any shapes in the room but failed because of the dark.
'Hello Agent Emily Prentiss. I am Jeremy Levine. I believe your FBI unit have been called out to investigate my killings, correct?' Jeremy asked standing directly in front of Emily now. Emily stared shocked; she'd never met an UnSub who willingly revealed their own identity and as far as she could tell, was being honest.
'Are you not going to answer me, Emily?' Jeremy asked, calling her by her previously dubbed name. Emily was more then a little startled that the UnSub, obviously knew what her real name was, which made her wonder if he had been watching her for some time.
'Yeah, sorry. My team and I are investigating your killings. I'm sorry but I don't understand why have you taken me?'
'I know. I hadn't counted on you being a Federal Agent. I think I should explain myself, Emily,' He told, seeming to generally care that she was not comfortable with him using her name.
'I am sorry Agent Prentiss. May I call you Emily? I much prefer it over Agent or Agent Prentiss,' Emily just nodded slowly unsure of else she could do. She hadn't yet discovered if he would be violent towards her; but she wanted to be on the safe side, after seeing what he did to the other victim's bodies.