A/N: Co-written by Auraya-of-the-White. I DO NOT OWN CRIMINAL MINDS OR ITS CHARACTERS. Please Read and Reveiw

Casey wasn't sure what was happening outside the restroom door. The man was facing the opposite wall and she was sitting on the floor near the door. She was staring at the door, longing for her freedom, when she saw a tiny thing being pushed through the crack between the floor and the door. She guessed that it was a mini optical video camera. She was about to reach for the lock on the door when the man turned around.

"Hey! What are you doing?! I'm not done with you!"

Emily's eyes focused on the portable screen connected to the optical video camera. She saw the man walk over to Casey and drag her by the hair towards the other side of the room. He pulled her up and pushed her against the wall, Casey's eyes glaring at him defiantly.

"What a nice belt," he said leering at Casey, "I think I'll take it."

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The others were also gathered in a huddle around the screen. Garcia always had some technology in the trunk of her car. They saw the man reach greedily for her belt, when Casey smacked him across the face. The man's face changed colors rapidly. The team regretfully had a feeling of what would happen next and they hated being helpless.

"Emily, why don't you go get something to eat? We'll stay."

Emily stared at Hotch in disbelief, this was her cousin!

She opened her mouth in protest when Hotch cut her off, "That's an order."

Emily gave in to his glare and sat down with a cup of coffee at a table. The coffee stood untouched on the table as she watched the team's backs intently, hoping to get a read on their body language.

After the man's shock wore off, his temper exploded as he kneed Casey in the stomach and threw her against the door. She protected herself as much as she could from the attack. Thank God she had taken those self defense classes, though they weren't much good against such a bigger man. Casey landed on the camera and crushed it.

Hotch closed his eyes to compose himself. They had lost their only way of knowing what was going on inside the bathroom. Emily saw the stiffing of the team's backs and left to go outside for some fresh air leaving her cell on the table. She knew Hotch would let her nowhere near the door.

Emily's phone rang, and Garcia, who had remained further away from the restroom, picked it up and answered it. She couldn't handle these situations; she was supposed to remain protected by her computers.

"Penelope Garcia speaking, how may I help you?" she asked shakily.

"Bonjour."

"No, Emily is not in a position where she can speak now, may I take a message?"

Garcia lowered her head, sighing. She asked unsteadily, her voice trembling, "Are you serious? What about other family?"

"Ambassador Prentiss?"

"No problem sir. I'll tell Ms. Prentiss right away."

Garcia hung up the phone, tears gathering in her eyes. JJ noticed Garcia's sad countenance, came over, and put her arm around Garcia.

"What's the matter? Who was that on the phone?" JJ asked.

Garcia wiped her eyes and spoke, "I feel so bad for her. Casey's life is in ruins right now. That was the French police. Casey's parents got caught in a deadly shoot out in Marseille, France. They're both dead along with four others. She has to now go live with Emily's mom. She's the next relative in line for custody."

JJ shook her head in sadness; this poor little girl.

Emily reentered the diner and saw JJ and Garcia talking to the group. Garcia's red rimmed eyes told her something bad had happened.

"What's wrong?!" she asked urgently.

Penelope glanced up at Em. She silently mouthed the words "I'm sorry." Emily stared at her confused. Hotch looked meaningfully at Reid, Rossi and Morgan.

"Let's get some more coffee." They walked away leaving Garcia, JJ and Emily together.

"JJ, what's going on?" Emily said desperately.

JJ closed her eyes briefly, "We don't have a clue what's going on in the bathroom; our video feed's dead. And you just got a call from France saying that Casey's parents are dead. They were in a shoot out and now Casey has to go home, pack her belongings, and move to Russia to stay with your mom till she turns eighteen."

Emily blanched in shock.

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The man slammed her face against the wall. Casey took the brunt of the force on her forehead. He then kicked her in the back of her knees, and she fell towards the ground. He continued to kick her and hit her, but Casey wouldn't break, she refused to cry or scream, biting down on her bleeding lip instead. Her anger continued to swell. She knew that she would have to release her emotions once she got out of this mess.

She lay in a heap on the floor as the man bent over her, "Let's try this again, shall we?" he sneered.

He yanked off her orange top and her belt, but as he reached for her jeans, she gathered her energy and punched him hard in his face. The man squealed and rolled backwards in pain. Casey stood up and grabbed the gun he had left stupidly lying nearby on the ground. She was good at pretending to be incapacitated by going limp.

Her face and body had blossoming bruises and bleeding cuts from the several beatings she had endured. She backed against the wall, watching the man clutch his eye while rolling and twisting in pain.

Casey breathed deeply, her hands shaking slightly as she held the gun relaxed and comfortable in her hands. She was ready to channel her emotions and release them; she couldn't bottle them up much longer. Her finger tightened on the trigger but her mind screamed at her "You can't do this here! The team will be analyzing your reactions; no way can you fake being concerned about killing scum like him…you won't be able to act normal!"

She hesitated, trying to wrap her head around what to do. Before she could choose, the man had recovered glaring at her. His eyes were full of anger and rage. He ran towards her and grabbed her neck with both hands. Casey couldn't breathe and her vision blurring at the edges. Despite her will, the muscles in her hand released the gun. She fell towards the ground almost blacking out when he released his hands from her neck and grabbed the gun, sticking it into his waistband.

He shoved her body roughly against one of the mirrors, smashing it into pieces instantly. She fell to the floor once again. Casey's eyes spotted a rather large sharp piece of glass next to her. She picked it up gingerly, but quickly and hid it behind her back. The man reached to grab her again, she scrambled away, and the piece of glass cut her back. She pulled the shard out swiftly and jabbed the glass into his arm before he could react. He began to scream wildly.

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Emily and the team could hear glass shattering and screams coming from behind the door. They were all standing near the restroom door. Hotch had given into a pleading Emily and allow her to join them against his better judgment. They had been listening to the cries and screams, but noticed none of them were coming from Casey to Emily's relief. They could tell she was putting up a fight, but then the room went silent.

"What's going on…why is it silent?" Rossi asked worried.

The team jumped slightly when all of a sudden they heard a gun shot. Hostage Rescue still hadn't arrived but the approaching sirens indicated that they would be there soon.

"We have to go in, there's no time to wait for HRT." Hotch said readying his weapon.

The rest of the team fell into formation around the door, guns ready in their hands. Morgan slammed his shoulder in the door. The cheaply made diner door gave under his force and the team swept into the room.

There was blood on the walls and floor. Morgan saw the man lying on the floor blood pooling around him. Hotch felt for his pulse and then cuffed him. He was only unconscious. Rossi and Reid went outside to get HRT and direct the paramedics where to go.

Casey sat propped up against a wall, her face cold in determination. The flood of emotions that flowed through her after stabbing him was exhilarating. Much more invigorating than pressing the trigger on a gun, but also more dangerous.

She noticed the team had entered. She closed her eyes, repeating, be shocked, be shocked in her head. Emily and JJ ran towards her being careful not to slip in some of the blood. JJ grabbed the gun off the floor, clicking the safety on. Emily crouched on the ground next to Casey.

"Casey, are you… are you okay?" Emily said, barely holding it together. She was supposed to watch over her cousin, not get her injured.

Casey sat faking a stunned look; it wasn't like it was her first time hurting someone. She slowly nodded yes. Good so far, she thought. She seemed to be fooling them. A wave of relief swept over Emily's face.

"We need to get you to the hospital. Can you move at all? Are you hurt somewhere?"

She nodded, afraid that if she spoke, her calm voice would give her away. She felt numb, adrenalin and endorphins protecting her from pain.

Paramedics rushed into the room, carrying their bags and a backboard.

"She's bleeding from her back." Emily said in a panicked voice.

Casey had to be all right. Emily looked towards the door; Garcia was standing in the door way, shock filling her face. The paramedics loaded her up on a waiting ambulance, Emily riding with her, and the team following.