Disclaimer: I don't the characters from Criminal Minds. All other characters are fictional.

A/N: Thanks everyone for waiting so long!

After her realization about the outlet, Emily had run back out into the bedroom and straight to the closet. She picked up the shoebox she had seen earlier, looking for some print…

There! French, the words on the shoebox were in French.

Okay, so we are in France or some other French speaking country. Caribbean? No, Emily was pretty sure from all of her many travels that the two prong circle outlet was European. So, France.

But now, as she lay on the bed next to JJ, she wasn't so sure. She had too many thoughts going through her head, and nothing was making sense anymore.

She had been lying on her back like that for what seemed like hours, fingers laced across her abdomen, just staring up at the ceiling. The room was gradually getting darker, as what little light they had coming in the window was receding. She reached up and turned on the lamp.

JJ stirred at the brighter light hitting her eyes. Emily was glad. It was about time she woke up and talked to her. She needed some answers.

JJ had already turned onto her side to face Emily while she was sleeping. Now Emily did the same and turned to face JJ.

She watched JJ open her eyes suddenly at the movement on the bed and involuntarily jerk her body back. Emily reached out for her, but JJ relaxed on her own.

"Emily," she breathed. "I thought you had been a dream."

She laid her head back down on pillow and looked at Emily for a few seconds before closing her eyes again.

"Nope," Emily replied. "I'm really here."

She paused, then added, "Where is 'here' anyway? Do you know?"

JJ opened her eyes. "Well, I don't know exactly where we are, but I have seen the guys who have us."

"Who are they?" Emily was dying to know.

"I don't know who they are, but they are Middle Eastern, I'm pretty sure of it."

JJ took a deep breath, her chest feeling tight. She didn't want to tell Emily everything. She was too embarrassed. But Emily would find out sooner or later.

JJ continued, "They don't speak English. I don't know what they are speaking….languages have never been my strong point…." Her voice trailed off.

But Emily could hardly contain herself. "Maybe it's Arabic!"

JJ looked at her blankly, surprised by Emily's sudden excitement.

"JJ, I speak Arabic! I practically grew up in the Middle East. Ambassador's daughter, remember?" she said, pointing to herself.

JJ got a smile on her face for the first time since Emily had found her. "Maybe there is hope with you, Prentiss."

JJ and Emily had a moment to grin about their new finding. Then Emily thought of something.

"If it is Arabic, we shouldn't let on that I understand," she said.

"Oh, good point," JJ replied. "Then maybe you could eavesdrop, go all clandestine on them."

"Exactly," said Emily with a smirk.

After that, Emily convinced JJ that she would feel a lot better if she took a nice, hot bath. She had hoped to get more answers out of JJ, but the girl just wasn't talking. Emily thought maybe the bath would relax her and she would be more talkative later.

Emily drew the bath for JJ and then went to help her get up off the bed. JJ still was relying heavily on Emily to walk.

"JJ, when did you last eat?" Emily asked.

"Um, let's see, I guess that would be breakfast on the morning I was kidnapped."

JJ sat down on the toilet seat, exhausted.

"What about fluids? Have you had any water?" Emily continued to question.

"Well, no," JJ said awkwardly. "I mean, food and drink have been offered to me, but I refused…."

JJ looked down at the floor and said quietly, "I didn't want to live long if this was to be my life."

"Oh," Emily said, just as soft. She had yet to see what was so bad about this life, but a little flicker of fear went through her at the notion that JJ would rather die than live through it.

"Well, try to relax in the tub for a while. I'm here with you now, so there is going to be no more starving yourself to death." Emily made to leave, to give JJ her privacy, but JJ stopped her at the door when she called her name.

Emily turned around. JJ looked at her sheepishly. "I'm feeling really dizzy. I don't think I can get in by myself."

"Oh. Okay," Emily went back to JJ's side. "Um, don't be embarrassed. I don't mind helping you."

"Okay, thanks," JJ said. She watched as Emily grabbed one of the bottles from the tub ledge and poured some under the running water. Bubbles instantly sprang up, filling the bathtub.

"There," said Emily. "That ought to give you a little more cover."

She looked down at JJ, struggling to take off her shirt. Well, it was really more of a shift dress thing. Emily didn't really know what to make of it, but she hadn't commented to JJ about it yet.

"Where did you get that thing? It really isn't you," she said laughing.

JJ gave a little chuckle, too, and allowed Emily to help her remove it. "I know. It's lovely, isn't it? It was given to me to wear. I have no idea were my other clothes are."

Emily slipped the garb over JJ's head. Underneath, JJ was naked. No underclothes.

JJ seemed to know what Emily was thinking. "Yeah, I know," she said. "Didn't I mention they took everything?"

"No, you didn't," Emily could feel the fury rising in her again as she discreetly looked over JJ's body while helping her to stand. Her friend looked like she had taken quite a beating, with bruises and cuts in all the sensitive spots.

JJ stepped into the tub, wincing as she slowly lowered her body into the water. She leaned back and rested her head against the porcelain, closing her eyes.

Emily took that as her cue to leave. "Will you be okay in here by yourself? Are you still dizzy?"

"No, I'm feeling a little bit better."

Emily suddenly remembered she wanted to get JJ some water, and began opening cupboards again, looking for a cup. She found a small one in the medicine cabinet, and filled it up with fresh water from the sink faucet.

She gave it to JJ. "Here, drink this while you're in here. You need the hydration. I think you'll feel a lot better."

JJ accepted the cup and started to sip the water.

"Call me if you need anything," Emily said as she exited the bathroom.

"I will. Thank you!" JJ called after her.

Emily sat in the chair by the bed. She let out a big sigh. What was she going to do with JJ? And why wouldn't JJ talk to her? At this point, Emily could only guess what had happened to her, and she knew it wasn't good….

Emily let her thoughts wander, and was brought suddenly back to reality by the sound of a key turning in the lock. She jumped up, not knowing what to expect. She was surprised to see a small, Asian woman enter, carrying a tray of food.

Emily stared at her with her mouth open, as the woman brought the tray over to the bed.

She put the tray down and bowed to Emily. "For you and Madame Lady," she said, with a heavy accent.

Then she made her way out of the room so quickly that Emily thought she had imagined her, if not for the smell of hot food wafting up from the bed.

"Emily?" JJ called from the bathroom, fear in her voice at hearing the door shut.

"It's okay," Emily said making her way to the bathroom.

She peeked her head around the door. "It was just a little lady bringing us some dinner."

"Oh. Her." JJ said. "Yeah, I've seen her before."

"Well, you want to get out and eat a little something? Get your strength back?"

"Okay," JJ nodded. She sat up to get out when Emily stopped her.

"Wait! Let's wash your hair first. For some reason, clean hair always makes a girl feel so much better, right?"

"I guess, sure," JJ put her head back in the water and allowed Emily to lather up her hair and rinse it.

"There," said Emily when she was finished. "Almost as good as a trip to the salon."

JJ stood up and Emily immediately wrapped a towel around her. She stood by as JJ rather tipsily dried herself off. She looked around for something else for JJ to wear, anything else, but came up empty handed. She would have to put the little silk shift back on.

They went out to the bedroom and sat on the bed, leaning up against the headboard, the tray of food between them. They found fresh fruit of apricots, grapes, and mangoes, some thin round bread, resembling a taco shell, and some kind of spread that they assumed was for the bread shells. Emily thought it tasted very much like hummus.

JJ took one bite, and as if suddenly realizing she was very hungry, began to scarf down the food.

"Whoa, slow down there, kiddo," Emily warned, concern in her voice. "I don't want you to ruin your first meal by getting sick afterward."

JJ slowed her eating and began to savor the sweet fruit in her mouth. She was beginning to relax, feel more comfortable. She knew she felt better, safer, now that Emily was there with her. And Emily being so nice and understanding helped her not to feel so insecure.

She had always felt a closeness with Emily, even from the first week Emily came to work at the BAU. And that was almost 2 years ago. Two years may not seem like a long time to other coworkers in regular jobs, but the BAU was different. It was not a regular job. And they spent more time together than apart. Working together, sleeping together, eating together, and playing together. A family.

JJ's musings were interrupted by Emily's voice. Asking more questions. Poor Emily. She must be so confused, just being thrown in here like this. But so was I.

"JJ? Did you hear me?" Emily questioned again.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" JJ asked, snapping out of her reverie.

"I asked what you have been doing to occupy your time. You must be going crazy with boredom in this little room," Emily said, repeating herself.

"Well, actually, I haven't spent a lot of time in this room," JJ said, avoiding Emily's eyes.

"You've been to other places in this house?"

"Um, yeah, kind of," JJ continued to look straight ahead, focusing her hands on the bunch of grapes she was holding. She added, "I mean, I haven't been out of this room on my own. I have always been, uh, 'escorted'."

"So, where do they take you when you go? Have you gotten a feel for the layout? Have you seen any doors to outside? Seen the landscape?" Emily persisted, knowing JJ was uncomfortable, but also knowing that if they were going to get out of here, they were going to have to work together.

"No, I haven't seen anything. I always get, uh, blindfolded." JJ looked down at what was left of her grapes. Just a stem, really, and one tiny little shriveled grape she had subconsciously deemed inedible.

"JJ," Emily paused, trying to figure out how best to say what she wanted to say. She looked at JJ's hands, busily shredding the leftover stem.

She reached out and placed her hand on JJ's, stilling them. JJ turned to look at her.

Emily continued in a soft voice, "JJ, please talk to me. Tell me what happened to you."

JJ felt tears filling her eyes at Emily's kindness. She looked down at Emily's hand on top of her own.

Emily moved her hand to hold JJ's. It was cold and clammy. So much for the relaxing bath. JJ was a bundle of nerves once again.

Emily's warm hand gave JJ strength. She sighed and turned again to meet Emily's gaze.

"Well," she started. "I get blindfolded and taken someplace, another room. It's a little bit of a walk. Upstairs, down a few different hallways."

"Good," Emily encouraged. "What else?"

"The other room has a lot of windows, but I always go there at night. There are a few outside lights and I can see some gardens and trees and stuff, but nothing beyond that."

"Okay," Emily said, squeezing JJ's hand. "Keep going."

"Um, there is a guy there. Lots of guys are there, actually. Sometimes a few women. The guys are the Middle Eastern ones I was telling you about. The women I have seen are all different nationalities, I think. But they don't speak, so it is hard for me to tell. They are all like me….."

"What do you mean 'all like you'?" Emily questioned.

"They are all...slaves. For him. And his friends." JJ stopped there, hoping Emily would catch her drift.

She did. "Oh," said Emily. "Oh, I see. So, when you are there you are..."

"Yes," replied JJ, letting out a long, shuddering sigh. "There is a man there. Everyone bows to him. I think he is a prince or something. Sometimes he talks to me in English. He says I am the one he has been waiting for. He says I am beautiful…."

JJ started to cry, silent tears at first, running down her cheeks. Emily scooted closer to her on the bed, taking JJ in her arms. JJ let her face rest on Emily's shoulder as she began sobbing uncontrollably.

Emily rubbed JJ's back as she cried, not sure what to say to ease JJ's pain.

"JJ, I--" Emily started, but she was interrupted suddenly by the door bursting open. She hadn't even heard the key in the lock over JJ's sobbing.

Two men burst into the room. JJ jumped back at the sight of them. As they came toward her, she scooted herself back against the headboard as far as she could go.

Emily watched in horror as they went to JJ's side of the bed and grabbed her by her arms. Suddenly, Emily snapped out of her stupor and realized she had to do something. The two men ignored her completely and they did not say a word as they hauled JJ off the bed.

"No! No! NO!" JJ cried as they grabbed her. JJ had no chance against them. Each of them was easily twice the size of her. Her feet weren't even touching the ground as they carried her by her arms.

Emily ran to the door and blocked their exit.

"No! You can't take her!"

JJ looked at her with panic in her eyes. "Emily! Please! Help me!" she pleaded.

Emily reached for JJ and barely got an arm around her waist before the guy on the left swiped her with his large arm, and she went flying. She landed hard on her butt but sprang up quickly.

She was too late. They were already out the door, with JJ screaming the whole time.

"NOOOO!" JJ cried as she was carried out.

Then Emily's heart broke as she heard JJ yell out, "Emily! Emily! Emmm-i-lyyyy!" as they carried her down the hall.

"JJ!" Emily cried back as the door was shut in her face. She leaned back against the door and slumped to the floor, her face in her hands.

"I'm sorry," she cried to herself. "JJ, I'm sorry."

She could still hear JJ's faint screams through the door. And then, the only sound was her own tears.