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Emily watched through the interrogation mirror at Detective Nick Vargas. Now that she saw his face, she remembered him and Andrew Shane. They where really into the bureau. They where the hard-core agents-in-training. Vargas sat back comfortably in the chair. Emily watched him as is if starring would be the only way to talk. Since the note arrived, she kept flashing back to that day Graham died. The blood slowly draining out of him, his gasping for breath as he tried to talk to her. It was the look in his eyes that haunted her to this day. He knew he was going to die, his eyes hollowing out with every dying breath. As Emily leaned against the desk in the observation room, her hand consciously moved down to her knee, the scar now barely visible. She remembered after one of the first times that her and Matt where together he noticed it. He asked her what it was from, she told him it was a battle scar. He said that chicks with scars where hot. She couldn't help but smile even at the memory. The door opening to her right brought her out. She stood up. Matt walked in slowly.

"Hey." He said putting his hands in his pockets.

"Hey, are they clean?" She asked him slowly inching towards him.

"As far as Lia could tell their cells, home phones, work phones, all cleaned. They barely even remember you from the classes."

"Yeah same here."

"So who looks good then?" He asked her.

"Tony, but he's still missing."

"Well where put some agents on his house." She nods at his suggestion.

"Sorry again for the confusions detectives." Cheryl said handing them back their weapons.

"That's ok, even we make mistakes sometimes." Detective Shane said holstering his weapon. He and Vargas got on the elevator seconds later.

"Ma'ma the police chief is on line three for you?" Lia said to Cheryl.

"You guys wait here." She said walking into her office and shutting the door. Matt turned his chair to face Emily and found her looking out the window. He got up and approached her. He knew that she didn't want to talk. So instead of pushing he stood next to her in hope that being there was enough. Cheryl was on the phone for 10 more minutes. When she finally came out, she looked frustrated.

"So what did he say?" Matt asked.

"He said that the next time we bring in two of his best detectives that they better be covered in blood, yelling that they did it, with it all caught on video tape."

"Harsh guy." Lia said.

"So now what, we still got some weirdo out there messing with Lehman." Frank said his arms crossed in front of him.

"There's nothing else that we can do, if he calls again where try to keep him on the line longer to get some more information out of him." Cheryl said. Everyone looked between each other.

"Until then I suggest that everyone go home and get some sleep, I assume that Matt with be with you Emily in case something happens?" Cheryl asked the two negotiators.

"Yeah, come on Em." Matt said picking up her jacket. The phone at her desk ringing stopped all action.

"Lia…" Emily started to say.

"I'm on it." Lia dashed for the nearest computer. Emily looked at her, as soon as she nodded that everything was recording Emily picked up.

"This is agent Lehman."

"I think that we have gotten past formal greetings don't you Emily?"

"I don't know I don't even know your name."

"You'll know it soon enough, but for now you can call me Graham." Emily looked hurt at the comment.

"Ok, Graham, what do you want?"

"Revenge."

"On who?" She asked.

"The person who killed him."

"The person who killed Graham?" She asked the voice over the phone.

"Yes, Henry Ryans is walking around breathing after what he did, I don't think he should, do you?"

"No, I don't but that decisions not up to me, it's up to the courts."

"Oh, Emily our court system doesn't matter any more. However, I am so glad that you agree about Henry. How about you Henry? Don't you agree?" There were several noises in the background.

"Help me! There going to kill me!" Henry screamed. His screams where muffled.

"I only wish that you could see Emily, see him suffer."

"That depends." Emily said everyone looking at her in surprise.

"On what?"

"Are you really doing it for Graham, or because you want some type of revenge."

"I was thinking maybe for both? Graham deserves the restitution, and someone has to pay for those killings."

"If that's your reason then I don't want to listen." Emily said reaching over she hung up the phone.

"Emily what the hell are you doing?" Cheryl asked.

"Lia got an address on trace." Emily said looking over at the specialist.

"You did?" Duff asked walking closer to her.

"Yeah it's at the Court Jester Motel room F14."

"That was Ryans room, he hasn't moved him." Matt said.

"And he won't." Emily replied taking off towards the Elevator.

Emily had her gun drawn the moment she jumped out of the car. Running past the strange smelling man behind the counter she hit the stairs two at a time. Behind her were Matt, Cheryl, and Frank. Duff and Lia stayed at the office to try to decipher the voice. He was using one of those voice boxes. Emily carefully made her way to the door marked F14. The door was cracked open. Using her foot, she slowly pushed it open. Bringing her gun around in front of her, she swung it around to check the bathroom.

"Clear." She herd Matt announce behind her. Emily eyes where immediately drawn to the bed. Sprawled out eagle style was Henry Ryans. His arms and legs attached to the bed by rope. His shirt was cut open and there was a long knife mark from his belly button to his throat. It wasn't deep to see any internals but blood had flowed down his sides covering the bed. Some had even dripped onto the floor. His mouth was taped shut, his eyes wide open. Emily took one look and knew that Henry Ryans was dead.

"Oh, Shit." Frank said lowering his gun. Emily's eyes searched the room for something else. Then through the blood on Henry, she noticed in the cut along his stomach showed white. There was paper sticking out of him. Carefully not to step in the tiny puddles of blood she leaned down.

"What is it?" Cheryl asked coming to stand next to her.

"There's something in him, it looks like paper."

"Paper?" Matt asked going around to the other side of the bed for a closer look.

"We need to get that out." Emily said to no one in particular.

"We'll wait for our forensic team." Cheryl said getting her phone out and stepping into the hall. Emily looked around and found a towel lying over the chair.

"Lehman what are you doing?"

"Getting the paper out." She said using the towel as a glove, she reached in and carefully pulled the paper out. She realized that it was wrapped in a plastic bag.

"Well at least they used protection." Matt said. Emily wiped off the blood with the towel and opened it up. Dropping the bloodied towel to the ground, she unfolded the note. Typed writing across a piece of white paper read:

"Hang up on me again and this will be you. Don't play my game and I will make sure that it's someone close to you. –Graham." Cheryl walked in to see Emily standing there with the note.

"Emily what did you do?"

"I didn't want to wait for forensics, besides there not going to find anything."

"How do you know?"

"There are dozens of fingerprints and DNA all over this room because it's a hotel, and who ever did this knew what they where doing."

"Maybe so, but they might not be as smart as they think they are, I'll stay here and wait for forensic, why don't the rest of you go back to the office, see if he calls again and tell Lia to call me with an update."

"I'll stay with you." Frank said to Cheryl.

"Okay." Cheryl replied. Matt and Emily made their way back to the car. The start of the drive was silent.

"He's dead because of me." Emily said looking over the letter.

"Henry should have died when he killed those people… Emily I need to ask you something." She looked from the note to him.

"It's about Graham where you two…" He didn't know how to put it but she understood. "He's was twice my age, he had a kid. I looked to the guy like a father figure, a mentor. Matt, don't be jealous you're the only partner I slept with."

"I wasn't jealous, I just didn't know, I mean you talked about the guy like you two had a relationship."

"We did." Matt's head quickly looked over at her.

"A working relationship, like this voice said Graham was teaching me to be his replacement, we where close, but nor he or I wanted anything more than being friends." Matt nodded and focused on the drive. Now that, that conversation was out of the way he wondered what was next.

"So who do you think it is?" Frank asked Cheryl.

"I don't know Emily and Matt have both pissed off enough people."

"And I thought I was bad."

"At the moment our best suspect is McMillan's son Tony, surveillance still checked in on the way here, there is still no sign of him."

"Maybe who ever did this has him too, and where going to find him gutted?"

"Or maybe he's the one that gutted our guy here. Emily said that he was mad at her for not having his dad's back."

"Likely story that you blame the partner." He assessed moving to look out the small window.

"Open that will you? It's starting to smell in here." Cheryl asked. Frank unlocked the window and pulled it up, using the small wood pole that was there he propped the window open.

"Who ever this is, it seems that their end goal is the same." Frank started.

"To probably kill Emily." Cheryl finished.

Lia wished that she could just ask him. Duff sat next to her looking over a file marked Henry Ryans. She could smell his cologne. It was that new Axe. It was driving her mad. "No." She told herself. She had work to do.

"No what?"

"What?" She looked at him.

"You just said no."

"Oh, this search just isn't working."

"Yeah, it started out pointless, this guy is good." He looked her up and down. What was that that Frank said to him "Be brave and just ask her."

"Hey um, Matt and Emily work good together don't you think?"

"Yeah, their the best negotiators that we have." She replied stopping her work to give him her full attention.

"Well, I was just…"

Matt entered the bullpen first.

"Where are Lia and Duff?" Emily asked coming up from behind him.

"I don't know maybe the computer lab?" They quickly made their way down to the door. Opening it fast they where taken back by the sight. Lia was straddling Duff; making out. Matt cleared his throat. It was like watching two teenagers caught in the broom closet at school. Lia jumped back in her chair. There was a zipping noise coming from Duff. "How's the voice analysis coming?" Emily asked.

"We couldn't get anything." Lia reported. Duff looked back at Matt. Matt made a jester around his lips. Duff used the back of his hand to wipe his mouth and came back with lipstick. His used his shirtsleeve to wipe it off. Looking back over to Matt for approval, who gave him a thumb up.

"What did you guys find at the hotel?" Duff asked.

"Henry dead. There was a note inside. Can you match paper to the first one?" Emily asked Lia.

"I can try but papers a weird thing to match." Emily handed Lia the note.

"When you say inside?" Duff asked

"The letter was inside of Henry, who was cut open." Matt finished. Lia looked at the note in her hands as if it was the plague.

"It was in a plastic bag for protection," Emily assured her.

"Frank and Cheryl are waiting at the scene for forensics." Emily ended before anyone of the two could ask. Lia scanned the note and brought both up on the computer.

"It's both recycled paper, wait… It was printed off the same printer."

"How can you tell?" Matt asked.

"The backs, there is the same printer mark. Look. On the first letter it's down at the bottom a small ink smear where the cartage was dragging back and the paper came out and its here again on the second one." She showed on the computer screen.

"Great we find the man with a messed up printer and we got our psycho." Matt said sarcastically but not to be mean.

"It's more than what we had earlier." Duff said. Lia looked at him smiling. Emily felt her phone vibrate on her hip. She quickly picked it up.

"Lehman… Yeah… ok..." She hangs up. "That was Cheryl she and Frank are on their way back."

"Forensics?" Matt asked

"Nothing." Emily said disappointed

"So now what do we do?" Lia asked looking from Matt to Emily for an answer

-3 days later-

Matt watched Emily sleep. He slowly and gently traced a pattern on her arm, the one that lay over her stomach. The other was holding his. They lay facing each, the same position that they had fallen asleep in. Matt had awoken only a few minutes ago. He loved watching her sleep. She looked so peaceful, and beautiful. She didn't have the stressed look he noticed on her yesterday, nor the worried one that he had seen since the whole Graham thing had started. For the last three days, there had been nothing. No phone calls, no letters. Who ever was playing the part of Graham and messing with Emily had not been heard from for three days. For this, the punishment was that Emily didn't sleep well, in fact in the last three days she barely slept at all. Matt smiled at the thought of last night; she had finally passed out at the table of his apartment looking over the notes from Graham's and her cases. He had carried her to bed. She rolled over a couple of minutes later and asked him to promise her that he wouldn't die like Graham that he would be there for her. He did, then he kissed her forehead and watched her slowly drift off. He had slept too, but was awoken every time Emily moved; he wanted to be here for her in case she needed him.

Emily slowly came too. She could feel someone rubbing her arm, she suddenly shivered only to feel someone drag the covers from her hip up to her shoulder, the hand went back to rubbing her arm. She smiled slowly and peaked one eye open.

"Morning." She said to Matt, who returned the smile.

"Afternoon." He replied to her. She quickly sat up

"Afternoon?"

"Yeah it's about 12:45."

"On a Thursday?"

"Yeah."

"We have work why didn't you wake me up." She grabbed for the top of the covers to throw them off but Matt stopped her.

"I called in and told Cheryl that you weren't feeling well and that we would be in later."

"And she said?"

"That I was a lie and she knew that the last couple of days have been hard and that she wanted us to take the day off and she would call if anything they couldn't handle came up." Matt said as he watched Emily's tenseness slowly melt away. She released the covers and laid back.

"Oh." Was all she could reply.

"So I was thinking since we don't have anything to do we could stay in all day have breakfast in bed." As he continued to speak, he was sliding closer to her wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Mmmmm… Sounds good." She said tilting her head as Matt nibbled at her neck.

"Food first." She said wiggling out of his grasp. He laughed at her as he dipped his head in the crook of her neck.

"Fine, food first." He rolled over and stood up out of bed. Still in his jeans from last night, he quickly stripped tossing his jeans over the chair by the door. Emily looked at him. He smiled.

"What."

"Nothing." She said getting up out of bed. He was wearing the boxers that she had bought him last Christmas they were silk black. She loved how they looked on him, and she had to replace the pair she ripped off him when they had sex in the mustang one time. She was still fully dressed in jeans and a red tank top. She crossed in front of the window when she heard glass break. She felt a pain in her arm and saw Matt diving at her. He tackled her behind a dresser that sat in front of the window. More pain in her shoulder caused her vision blur, as she landed on the side with the pain. The phone started to ring. Matt didn't care all he was worried about was Emily. Slowly inching off her, he looked at her face.

"Em, you ok?" He asked using his finger to remove some hair that was covering her face. She nodded in response. He felt her left arm remove it self from her stomach and grab for her shoulder. He saw red. Blood covered her right arm. There was a tiny hold in it. He freak and quickly reached for the drawer to the dresser next to him, as he did this the recorder to the phone kicked on, he could hear it from where they where.

"I missed on purpose Emily." The voice that had hunted her for four days said before hanging up. Matt heard the machine click over saving the message. He yanked out a t-shirt from the drawer and placed a good amount of pressure on Emily's arm. Matt looked around his eyes landed on the phone on Emily's side of the bed. Decided it was for the best he crawled to it. Snatching it off the cradle, he crawled back over to Emily. She was trying to tie the shirt to her arm using only one. As he hit talk, he heard a noise. It was a whistling noise. He then felt pain spread from his left shoulder up. He dropped the phone and hit the ground grabbing at his shoulder.

"Matt!" Emily yelled as Matt hit the floor. Emily rolled on her stomach using her good arm she crawled on her knees and one good arm over to him. She grabbed the phone and dialed Cheryl; hitting the speakerphone, she laid the phone on the ground next to Matt's head. She then crawled back to the drawer grabbing at another shirt she made her way back to Matt; the phone only rang twice more before Cheryl picked up.

"Carrera."

"Cheryl." Emily coughed out. Using her good arm, she help Matt keep pressure on his shoulder. The position made it hard for him.

"Emily?"

"Yeah, I need an ambulance out to my apartment now."

"What, what is going on?"

"He shot at us."

"Who?"
"Who ever is pretending to be Graham, listen we are both hit, but Matt is bleeding pretty bad, hurry."

"Where on our way now Emily hold on." Cheryl slammed down the phone and took off out of her office.

"Matt…Matt?" She used her hurt arm and in pain, she grabbed his face. Turing it towards her, she could see his eyes rolling back.

"Matt, stay with me." She jumped at the dial tone on the phone, reaching over to shut it off, the familiar sound of her front door opening made her jump again. He was in the house. Using her good arm Emily crawled up onto the bed, using it to help she moved over to the nightstand on Matt's side. She slowly opens the top and only drawer. Looking down she saw two sets of guns and badges. She reached for the gun closest to her, pulling it out of the holster, she stood with her shaking legs. A floorboard in the next room creaked, she raised her gun. Slowly approaching the door, a wave of dizziness hit her. She felt like she was about to pass out. Looking over at her arm, she saw blood covering the way down to her hand. Blood was dripping off her fingertips hitting the ground in quiet drops. A shadow approached from the living room. Whispers could be heard. Emily noticed that her hand was shaking, and the gun in her hand felt heavy. Using the wall for support, she crept closer to the door. She didn't notice the trail of blood that she was leaving streaking the wall. She heard the whispers grow loader as she approached, they where saying her name.

"Emily…Emily you killed him, he never should have trusted you..."

"Emily…"

Emily found herself sliding down the wall. The last thing that she thought of was for Matt to be ok. If anything happened to him, it would be her fault.

Someone was calling her name. It wasn't the whispers, they where yelling "Lehman!" She opened her eyes. Frank was looking down at her. "Take it easy your going to be ok." He told her, while placing a hand on her shoulder. Frank herds Emily try to speak but the oxygen mask on her face prevented it. The paramedic finished taping Emily's IV line to her hand. "Sir, we're ready to go." Frank nodded keeping his eyes on Emily. She was groggily looking around. Frank put it together what she was looking for. "Matt's already loaded up in the ambulance; he's going to be fine." He watched her slowly nod. As the paramedics started to roll her away, Emily's good arm reached out and grabbed Franks. She met his eyes.

"We didn't get him, I'm sorry Emily." She released his arm.

Frank watched her be rolled away. Cheryl walked up to him, coming from the bedroom.

"Frank tell me that we found something on this bastard?"

"No brass, but were still looking around the surrounding buildings for where the shot came from."

"We put together what happened?" He asked looking at the pool of blood they found Emily laying in.

"They where in the bedroom, two shots, the first hit Emily, (Frank followed Cheryl into the bedroom) here by the dresser, then Matt by the phone stand, by the blood trail Emily made her way over to Matt called me, then over the bed to the nightstand that held their guns, then down the hall…" Cheryl said frustrated. Frank looked around before heading back out into the living room. He thought back to when Cheryl told him there was a problem. He was on the phone with his daughter Megan.

"Yeah honey we can go to the park…of course you can invite Nikki… Daddy loves you too sweetie, bye." He turned to see the office door he was in bust open.

"Emily just called we have a problem." Cheryl explained the phone call. They where the first to reach Emily's. "Ok Duff start with the office buildings next door." Frank hung up the phone. When they reached Emily's door both had their guns drawn. Frank covered the right, while Cheryl covered the left. What Frank spotted first made his stomach drop. Emily was lying in a small pool of blood.

"Cheryl." Frank snapped. Cheryl saw Emily and quickly made it over to her. Emily was on her stomach, a gun inches from her limp hand. She nodded at Frank when she found a steady pulse. A noise from behind her caused her to rotate on her knee, pulling her gun up; she quickly lowered it when she realized it was Matt. He stood there wearing only black boxers, one arm holding a bloodied shirt to his other shoulder. His entire chest and stomach where covered in blood.

"Emily ok?" He chocked out, he then stumbled forward Frank caught him before he hit the ground. Frank gently laid him down. While applying pressure to Matt's wound, his eyes found Cheryl's they both said the same thing. Find the bastard who did this and take him down.

Ok, I want to apologize for not getting this up sooner, so I hope you can for give me. I made it really good. In this chapter, some of you may catch on to my hints. If you don't that's ok. I am starting on the fourth chapter now so until then enjoy….S.L.