"YES! GOT IT!" Reid races into Garcia's office. "Garcia, input this string of code."
"Okay, boy wonder," she says and does as he asks.
A second later a stream of information pops up. Her eyes widen. "Oh, my God, is that…? YES! Reid, you so TOTALLY rock!"
She starts to process the information and feed it into one of the programs she is working on with the analyst at the Crimes Against Children unit. Soon, their two databases are syncing and downloading the names, addresses, bank accounts, email addresses, credit card information, and anything else the unsub had gathered on his clients.
"Reid, there are like….hundreds of names here. We're going to take all these sick fuckers down," the analyst says with uncharacteristic venom.
"Yes, we are. I have to call Hotch." Reid pulls out his phone.
Hotch feels his phone vibrate and steps into the hallway so the glow from the screen won't be seen from the outside.
"What is it, Reid?"
"We cracked it, Hotch. We have it all: names, addresses, bank accounts for both the unsub and all of his clients. It was digitized but it was hidden in cyberspace with…well, hell, Garcia can explain it better than me. Essentially it was a website only he knew about."
"Damn good job, Reid. Of course that may mean he doesn't need his ledger."
"I think he'll still want it. Especially if he thinks we don't have it," Reid says. "He has so many notes on people in here he may not have that all on the site. Some of this is just for his own personal knowledge and blackmail opportunities."
"Right. You two keep working on it. We'll stay here through the- -"
Rossi steps into the hallway. "Black panel van just pulled into the driveway."
"Reid, I have to go. He's here."
Hotch hangs up and moves back into the living room. They watch as the unsub, who had backed the van in sits there for a few minutes.
"What the hell is he doing?" Rossi asks.
"I don't know. Maybe just watching for movement."
"No way. He'd have done that already. Was probably in the street watching the house to make sure no one was here before going for his van."
"Maybe." Hotch lifts his mike. "Morgan, JJ, someone is out front in a van. Hold- -holy shit."
Hotch and Rossi stare as a dark-haired, somewhat nice looking man drags a cuffed and shackled Emily out of the van. She staggers a bit, obviously woozy. The man gives her a second to recover then starts to march her towards the house with a hold on one of her arms and a gun at her head.
Hotch raises his wrist with the mike again. "He has Prentiss."
Morgan and JJ race to the front of the house, arriving in time to hear the man out front call to them.
"Agents, I saw you sneak over the fence earlier and know you're in there. I have something of yours and you have something of mine. I will tell you what to find and where to find it. The blonde will get it for me then Agent Prentiss and I will drive off into the sunset. I will release her as soon as I know no one is following us."
JJ looks at Hotch. "Hotch, I saw his porn stash: he won't let her go. He'll…he'll rape her, torture her, and kill her. That's what he likes and that's what he'll do."
Hotch stares into steely blue eyes. He nods. "I believe you. The problem is, even if we thought he'd let her go, we don't have the ledger."
"Get him in the house. We get them in here, we can take him down. Emily will know what to do to give us the shot," JJ says confidently.
"AGENTS! I'm getting tired of WAITING!" Ridgeley hollers. He nuzzles Emily's neck and ear. "Don't worry, baby, I'm not giving you up before you've had a chance to feel my kind of loving. I'll 'release' you in ways you never even imagined," he whispers to her.
Rossi, watching from a window, shakes with an anger he didn't know he could feel as the unsub kisses Emily's neck. He sees the look of shame and repugnance on his friend's face, her eyes closed as she is powerless to stop the man holding her at gunpoint.
Hotch steps forward and opens the door. "Come in and tell us what you want."
The man laughs. "Do I look stupid? First of all, toss your guns out onto the lawn."
Hotch takes a deep breath and tosses out the gun he had checked out of the New York FBI armory. He starts to step back.
"Wait!" the unsub yells. "Pant leg up."
Hotch glares at the man and lifts his pant leg…to reveal his clutch piece. The unsub smiles.
"You forgot one, Agent Hotchner."
As Hotch tosses that one, the unsub nods. "Good boy."
One by one Morgan and JJ step to the door and toss their gun and clutch piece. Rossi steps up last and tosses his gun. He lifts his pant leg.
"I'm too old and too stiff to carry a clutch piece," he admits with anger.
The unsub grins. "Good to know, old man. Are you too stiff to have had a piece of this," he asks as he pulls Emily closer. "Or maybe for her you pop a couple of little blue pills and really get stiff."
Rossi just glares at the man. The unsub smiles. "Get the blonde to the door again."
JJ steps forward, grinding her teeth when she sees the man holding her wife kiss up her neck to her ear. Emily closes her eyes again, not wanting to see the look in her wife's eyes at the gesture. On the outside, JJ still betrays nothing. On the inside she's calculating whether or not she can dive out the door, grab a gun and shoot the bastard before he reacts.
No chance.
"Okay, Blondie, you need to go up in the attic where the kids were kept. There's an old army footlocker up there." He tosses her a set of keys. "I need to the ledger that's in there. The rest you can keep for your own entertainment. Might give you an idea of the fun Agent Prentiss and I will have if you try to trick me." He shifts his free hand and shoves it between her legs. Emily stiffens against the assault. "I bet she'll be a hell of a ride."
Emily slowly opens her eyes. She locks them with JJ's. JJ nearly winces at the pleading look she had never thought she'd see in those brown orbs. JJ swallows twice before she can speak.
"I'll need help getting up there and back down."
"No you won't. Big, bad ass agent like you should make it just fine."
"HEY!"
Ridgeley spins as Rossi yells at him from beside the van. Emily immediately drops to the ground as a shot rings out.
Hotch, Morgan and JJ can only stare in shock as the unsub's head explodes. Rossi runs up and kicks the gun away from the dead man's hand.
"I lied about the clutch piece, you sick sack of shit."
JJ races out to pull Emily away from the unsub's body and quickly removes the ball gag. Emily leans against her wife.
"Oh, Jen," she says weakly.
"Shhh, baby, it's over. Let's get the cuffs and shackles off. It's all over."
JJ just keeps whispering words of comfort to her wife as she frees her. Morgan and Hotch hurry over to Rossi. Hotch glares at his mentor.
"When the hell did you sneak out?"
"You three were watching the unsub and Emily. That fucker was watching you and JJ. He never expected an old fart like me would lie to him."
Hotch manages a grin. "I didn't expect it, either." He claps Rossi on the shoulder. "Good job, old fart."
Rossi forces a smile to his face. "Thanks."
He steps past Hotch and Morgan, who is calling for the EMT's and the coroner. Rossi kneels down beside Emily and JJ. He pats Emily's leg.
"You okay, kid?"
Emily nods, tears on her cheeks. "Will be." She takes Rossi's hand. "Thank you. He wasn't…wasn't going to let me go. He told me what he was going to do. He…he…"
Rossi shakes his head. "Just words now, Emily. There was no way in hell we were going to let him get away with you. That blonde holding you isn't the only one who loves you, you know?"
Emily manages a weak smile. "Yeah, I know."
JJ reaches over and pats Rossi's shoulder. "Nice shot, Rossi."
"Thanks, kid." He stands. "Take care of her, alright?"
JJ smiles and nods. "You know I will." With the sounds of sirens getting louder, JJ turns Emily's head so they are looking into each other's eyes. "Emily, did he rape you?" JJ whispers.
Emily shakes her head. "Not yet. Just…touched me; groped me. Kissed my neck a few times. I had to go with him, Jen. He said he had a little boy. He showed me a picture."
"I thought it might be something like that."
Emily starts to cry again. "I couldn't let him hurt a little boy again. I just couldn't."
JJ pulls her close. "I know, sweetheart. I know. You did what you had to do. I get it; I swear, baby."