Disclaimer: See last chapter

~ Chapter Nine ~

~ "And then you were gone." ~

"Do you think she will be in there?" Emily asked Morgan,

"I hope so." She nodded, watching as he knocked the door before shouting FBI.

"You're going to have to kick it down..." She muttered, taking a step back when he nodded, smiling as he kicked down the large wooden door with ease.

"JJ?" She shouted loudly, her gun held in front of her.

"No splitting up." Morgan whispered, having learnt from previous mistakes of other co-workers.

"Don't worry, I will not be leaving your side."

"Good." He muttered, looking around at each room, his eyes finally leading him to a metal door, he nodded towards it, looking at Emily,

"Do you think...?" He left the question hanging, dreading the worst,

"If Tim's the unsub there could be twelve victims down there..." Emily couldn't think of the rest, she hated to think of JJ being alone in that room with possibly eleven dead victims. She shuddered, moving towards the door,

"Soundproof." Morgan whispered, opening the door quickly as he pointed his gun down there.

"Jennifer?" He used her first name, unsure of what condition she would be in, he hated to think of the woman hurt, and as much as he had blamed her for Reid's kidnapping, he would have blamed Reid a lot more if it had been the other way around.

"Turn the light on." He looked behind him at Emily, her hand going to the light switch,

"She's not here.." Emily sounded shocked, and Morgan tried to hide the surprise on his face as he looked around the empty cellar,

"He's our guy though," He pointed over to an old pool of dried blood on the concrete floor, Emily nodded,

"We know he is but he must have a partner." He shook his head, taking out his phone,

"She's not here... yes I know that... no he is our guy Hotch.... there is some blood here and a large cellar... they must be somewhere..." Emily caught snippets of the conversation, not paying attention as she walked back up the stairs,

"Fine." She heard Morgan mutter before following her up,

"We need to find her soon..." She whispered, a tear finding it's way down her now pale face, she had been so sure that her best friend would be here, she had been so sure that she would find her unharmed, or at least able to recover. And now here she was, still looking even though they knew who he was.

"We will find her."

"I hope so."