Lights! Camera! Action!

A/N: Thank you everyone who read, reviewed, favorited and subscribed. I really appreciate it. Last chapter, I told you that you'd finally get your answers... Well I lied. I thought it would be over with this chapter but my little muse decided otherwise! So please forgive me. :)

Happy reading!

Chapter 6

*Present day* "We walked straight into it because of me. I am really sorry. You have no idea how sorry I feel."

"Where is she?" The brunette almost yelled out half-angry, half-concerned. She faced Richardson, giving the man a black look. Her body tensed when she felt Derek's hand on her shoulder, as though he wanted to hold her back from hitting the detective. She backed away a little but kept on staring harshly the officer in chief.

"I don't know where she is!" Richardson spat, hands on hips. He blew an arrogant sigh and whirled around, heading back to another officer.

Emily didn't know why she was so affected by this case. Neither why she couldn't stand the detective Richardson. Something was simply off about this man. She shook all the bad feelings of her head and turned to face her supervisor, who had just joined her. "So, what's going on?"

Hotch cast a glance around him, frowning. "The suspect knocked unconscious the officer, then broke into the house. He went straight to Paige's room. There's no sign that can tell us that she tried to fight him off. There's not a lot of reasons why a person would follow a serial killer without defend itself." Emily knew exactly where he was going and before he could tell more, she interrupted him.

"She knows him." She said. "She would have never followed a stranger out of her house, unless..." Another epiphany seemed to break through her mind. "Unless he threatened her with a gun." Her mind was spinning at a dizzying speed, trying to figure out what had happened.

"Maybe it was both." It was Morgan who'd talked. Emily hadn't even notice he had joined them, neither how long he's been there. She shot him a look that said to develop more. "Yeah, maybe it was both." He repeated. "Maybe she knows him but didn't want to follow him, so he threatened her with a gun.

As a short silence took place, detective Richardson broke it asking if they had any lead. "We think she might know the suspect." The detective raised an eyebrow and placed his arms crossed. The way he'd react when Hotch had given him the info, made Emily narrowed her eyes, suspicious. He looked tensed, more than usual.

"Oh." He said and set his brow into a frown. "Anyone in mind?"

Hotch shook his head negatively then turned his look back to his profilers, as Richardson walked away. "We should go back to the station and share with the others what we've found here. Dave, JJ and Reid are there trying to figure where the UnSub could have taken Paige." Morgan and Prentiss nodded as they headed to their designated SUV. Hotch went in his black Tahoe alone, leaving Derek and Emily with the other vehicle. As the dark skinned profiler headed to the SUV, Emily stopped when she heard the detective in charge cursing.

"What the fuck is that?!" He said, as the brunette turned around to see him staring at his phone, dumbfounded.

"Something wrong, detective?" She politely asked. Though she was more curious about what made him react like that than concerned about the detective's state.

He looked up and seemed to hesitate before showing his phone. "I don't know." He tempted to say but the words were missing. He took a deep breath to reformulate. "I don't know how he knows my number. How did he find it?" His tone was worried, yet Emily thought for a moment she'd perceive a little bit of excitation in his voice.

Prentiss took the phone and glanced it to feed her curiosity. She widened her eyes, looking as dumbfounded as Richardson had looked right before showing her the phone. "That's Paige! When did you get this?" She didn't let him respond that she already had started to speak again. "Wait, that's where we found Ariel Prescott, the last victim's body. We have to go there now!" She rushed to say, concerned for Paige's safety. The girl had been tied up and gagged to prevent her from screaming. She was crying and Emily couldn't help but feel like she was going to shed few tears. But she didn't. She had to get control over her emotions. It would be no good to let her emotions driving her.

"What about your team? Not that I don't want to go, but I don't want to get there without any back up.

Emily didn't really think before speaking. "I'll go with my partner. I'll call the rest of my team on the way."

"Okay, you go and I'll get the reinforcement." He threw a glance at Morgan, then returned his gaze to Prentiss. "Don't worry, I'll be there with back up. Just don't go there alone." He advised her. Emily didn't argue and rushed to the SUV.

Morgan looked his partner climbing into the vehicle and frowned. "I didn't know you and Richardson became good friends." He said with a slight smile forming on the corner of his mouth.

"We're not." She urged. "We have to go back to the last crime scene. I'm not sure but I think this is where the suspect is holding Paige captive." She said as Derek turned to face his co-worker with a little eyebrow-raise. Morgan didn't argue but did ask if the others were going there as well. Emily nodded and took her phone to call Hotch.

She waited until he answered. "Prentiss? I only left ten minutes ago, did something happen?" She heard him asked on the other end.

"We think we might know where the suspect is keeping Paige captive. Detective Richardson received a photo on his phone from the suspect. We figured that he'd brought her to the last dump site." She resumed and waited for his supervisor to talk.

"Richardson hasn't called us yet, but I'll inform the others. We'll join you and Morgan there." He said as they both hang up their phone.

She turned her head to Morgan who was focus on the road. "They'll join us there." She simply stated.

Twenty minutes later, Derek had parked the SUV on the side road. They sat still in the vehicle for few minutes without speaking. Emily decided she'd waited long enough and got out of the car. Morgan followed her right after asking her what she was doing. "I'm not gonna stay here waiting for everyone to come. Paige is here somewhere and need help. I'm going to help her." She whirled around and started walking on a determined step. She let her hand on her holster, ready for any sign of danger.

"Prentiss! I can't let you go there without anyone to back you up." He said as he joined her with a quick step. As Prentiss, he reached his gun in his holster, ready for action. "You know I trust you with my life and I'd never let you down, but could you tell me what is going on with you? You've been on the edge since the beginning of this case." She knew she was too involved but couldn't admit it. She promised herself that she would save that girl and she will. That was her job anyway. "Prentiss?" She heard him calling her name as he broke her out of her thought.

"I'm doing my job. Here's what's going on with me. And I am sorry if I'm acting like a bitch, but..." She cut herself as a noise caught her attention deeper in the woods.

It was a moonless night and the agents had to use their light to guide them further into the darkness of the woods. It was difficult to make everything out since their flashlight only provide them a little circled area. Morgan was talking, but she didn't listen. She was focused in to try listening the noise again. It was as if someone was walking not very far from them. It was suddenly dead silence, Morgan had heard it too and was on guard for any danger. An eerie wind arose and swept off the leaves on the ground. They walked deepening themselves further into the woods. Emily remembered it took Hotch and her seven good minutes to reach the crime scene. She also remembered the police had made a path to get to the scene easier from the road. But there was no yellow tape to guide her. She knew something was off. She knew the killer was here in this woods with them. He'd removed the ribbon so they would lose themselves into that dense woods. And he probably succeeded because neither Emily or Derek knew where they really were.

"Dammit!" Emily let out as she scanned their surroundings. As she closed her eyes, she felt a hands on her arm.

"Look, there's a cabin! Maybe this is where the UnSub is keeping his victims." Morgan elaborated.

They headed carefully to the cabin, guns drawn. They reached the one room wooden construction and cast a glance through the only window. It was dark inside. They couldn't tell if there was someone or no. They went around, both backing each other up. They came back to the door and stood at each side of it, guns lowered to the ground. Morgan made a sign to Emily that he would go in first. The brunette nodded as the dark skinned agent slowly turned the knob.

Morgan swung open the door and burst in, pointing his gun in every corner of the room. Prentiss rapidly followed him behind, mimicking her partner and shone her light everywhere. The room was clear.

"There's nothing here!" Prentiss exclaimed disappointed.

Just as she spoke, a muffled scream echoed in the woods. Prentiss turned to the door and rushed out. Another noise suddenly stopped her cold. This time it was located behind them. Then another, and another. The noise seemed to be everywhere at once. She turned around with her flashlight but saw nothing. And then nothing. Silence. Too silent.

"Morgan?" She called out but got no answer back. "Morgan!" She repeated again, louder this time. But the male profiler didn't respond back. She turned around in the cabin looking for her partner. Something from the corner of her eye caught her attention. One of the wooden beam had been removed from the back wall. She widened her eyes as she understood what just happened. They had walked straight into the suspect's trap. "Fuck!" She cursed as she ran out the room and went to the back of the cabin. She shone her light in any direction to see if her partner was somewhere in sight. "Morgan?" She yelled, voice filled with concern.

The same muffled scream she'd heard before caught her attention back. She rushed in the direction of the voice, gun pointed straight in front of her.

If it had been daylight, she would be running. But it was the middle of the night and it was dark as hell, so she contented herself to walk as fast as she could. She slowed her pace as a dark figure appeared on the ground. She couldn't really see whom it was, so she kept her gun leveled up until she was finally able to make out the figure. She lowered her gun but didn't holster it back. She knelt down and took a look at the inanimate body. As she turned it to see the face, she gasped.

"Oh no, Paige." Few words escaped her mouth as she positioned her hand under the blonde's back. Her eyes widened as she felt a warmth thick liquid between her fingers. She slowly turned Paige's still body and shone her light onto her back. Blood. She had a bullet wound in the back. Emily took her pulse and released a breath when she found one. It was weak, but she was still alive. She put pressure on her bloody wound with her free hand.

She was about to take her phone out of her pocket but for this she had to drop her weapon. Morgan was missing and Paige was bleeding to death. She thought a second. She finally drop her gun on the ground and went to pick her phone into her back pocket. She hit one of her speed dial but before she could say anything, her eyes were suddenly drawn to the dark form who just had stolen her glock. She didn't know how he did it but her gun was between his hands now.

A voice echoed. "Prentiss?" It was Hotch's voice on the other end of the phone. Emily didn't respond. For a moment nothing seemed to happen. The brunette was both angry and stunned as she saw who was threatening her with her own weapon.

"You..." She raised her hands as if she surrendered and stood up, without keeping her eyes off of him, of the gun. "Okay, easy. It doesn't have to end this way." She spoke louder than she had to, because she knew Hotch was still on the line. He was listening. The opponent grinned and lowered his eyes to Emily's phone. His look went back on Prentiss as his grin widened. He positioned her gun straight toward her and tightened his finger on the trigger. Emily's eyes just had the time to widen as a shot was fired.

(Emily's place)

"So Garcia, are you gonna tell me why you brought your makeup here?" She said with a light chuckle.

"You know this eyeshadow color would look really good on you!" She avoided Emily's question. As Penelope neared the powder to her face, she raised her hand in front of her face to block the blonde from applying makeup on her. Garcia ignored her. "Let me do this for you! This is my way to..." Emily lowered her arm as she saw the tears in her friend's eyes.

"Okay. But nothing too extravagant. I don't want to look like a clown." She quipped, as Garcia started to apply the dark powder. "I guess you've seen Morgan since I last saw him. How is he?" Garcia didn't respond, focused. "Garcia?"

"Voilà!" She exclaimed. "You're perfect!" She removed a raven lock from Emily's face and smiled.

"Have you listened a word of what I said?" Emily asked her but didn't get any response. She really started to be tired of this situation. "Do you know Morgan tried to hit on me last time we saw?'' She tried to catch her attention, which seemed to work. Penelope narrowed her eyes, though she didn't say anything. Emily thought she was waiting for more. She wondered if this was a good thing to talk about with her. ''Well we both had drank so it was probably just the alcohol talking but..'' She paused, hesitating to speak. ''... But if he'd ask me out, I think I wouldn't say no.'' Garcia's smile widened a little too much. ''But that doesn't mean anything! It was just those 'if' possibilities.''

''I really don't know what I'm going to do without you.'' Penelope said, out of matter. Emily rolled her eyes. She was sick of these weird comments from her friends.

''What are you talking about? I'm really sick of this! Guys, I'm here! Penelope, look at me. Why do you think I would leave? Why do you all think I am going to leave. I am not going anywhere, okay? You hear me?'' Her words were determined, but something in her voice seemed broke.

Garcia sat still watching Emily a moment as her smile disappeared. "I just can't forget what the doctor told us. It was like if everything had slowed. No, had stopped. It was as if nothing mattered anymore. When he told us that your heart had stopped beating I... Everything collapsed. I don't even remember everything he's said, but one thing that hit me hard was when he told us the time of your death. Those deathly magical words were out there and couldn't be taken back. I really was mad at you first. You let us down. But now, I just wish you were here with us again. You've struggled for you life for five damn hours, Emily! Five hours! And death just swept away all the fight you'd pulled to live another day." Few tears spilled down her cheeks. She removed her glasses and cleaned them with a little piece of velvet-kind-of tissue. "That makeup really looks good on you. I didn't want people to see you like that. I know you're not the kind of person to show its weaknesses. Now, you look gorgeous just like that! You had to look good for this..." Penelope leaned down and delicately laid a kiss onto Emily's forehead and slowly walked away from where the brunette was.

She'd tried to protest. To tell her she was wrong. That she wasn't really dead. It couldn't be true. She was here, right next to her. "What are you talking about? Look at me! Penelope, look at me! Why aren't you answering me?" Her voice echoed in a loud scream, yet nobody seemed to hear her. She didn't really understand what was happening.

She hadn't even notice the sudden presence of new people. Her friends were there. When had they all arrived? "Please. Somebody, look at me..." Her words came out so weakly she barely recognized her own voice. She couldn't help the tears to spill from her eyes. No, not tears. Blood dripped out from her face.

Everything quickly faded away. People had vanished, as the darkness seemed set in. Blood welled up from her face, from her arms. Her entire body was soaked in a crimson substance. Panic took over her as she let out a shriek. Pain, she felt an excruciating pain. She cast a glance at herself. Open cuts and bruises covered her body. She could see her own bone hanging out of her elbow. She lowered her eyes to her legs. One of them was contorted in a way that made Emily winced, both from the disgusting image and pain.

There was this throbbing thump in her head or was it just the former beating of a heart that was once hers.

She wanted to leave this place. She was scared, cold and in pain. She wanted her friends and family back. She wanted her life back. Was it too late already?

*Present day*

" God left me for dead

I've been turning my head

Away from the living

The time has come

To gamble for gain

To tear down the gate

And see what's inside."

-Another angel down, Avantasia.

My my! What a chapter, huh? Just so you know the last quote is from Avantasia, a metal group. I love the lyrics of their songs. So what are you thinking now? I know you were supposed to know who the suspect is but I decided to leave it for the next chapter. Though I've left a lot of clues to figure who it was! I mean it's a little bit evident, no? Now you do know a part of what happened to Emily, but I kept the best for the next! :)

For those who read my other story 'The prisoners' game', I will update a new chapter, hopefully soon. I am really sorry, I'm having a massive case of writer's block to write the team interaction part.

And 'There's an end for every story' will be updated either tomorrow or Tuesday!

All mistakes were my own.

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