Thank you everyone for your wonderful reviews. I really appreciate them. I will try to update frequently but school is starting soon, so i don't how frequent it will be. I'm going to try not to make this a really long story. Maybe about four or five chapters. But still thanks for all your support. Hope you enjoy chapter 2.
Emily started walking to no destination in particular, she just knew that she couldn't stay back there. She knew that Hotch would come up to her and tell her that she shouldn't let her emotions get the better of her and that she needed to stay focus on getting Henry back. Then if he was really mad he might suspend her from this investigation and she couldn't let him do that because she had find Henry. Granted, she wouldn't have to find him if Will wasn't such a horn dog and could actually look after his own son. At that thought, she didn't really care if Hotch yelled at her anymore, it was totally worth it. Will deserved that punch in the face and she didn't regret a moment of it.
Before Emily knew it she was standing right out side the security room where she knew Garcia was. She sighed, because she knew Garcia would find out anyways and might as well get it over with. She pushed open the door and sat next to the self-proclaimed goddess, and stared at the dozens of screens in front of her. "Hey, Garcia did you happen to see a blond woman in blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a large hat anywhere?" Emily asked remembering what Matthew had told her.
"Let me check, pussy cat." Garcia said and started typing something into the computers and looked across all the screens. She reached over to grab her drink without taking her eyes off the screen. When she didn't feel it, she looked down and saw Emily's bruised hand being cradled by her other hand and let out a gasp. Emily quickly looked at Garcia, hoping she had found something of importance, but also dreading what it could be. "What happened to your hand?" Garcia let out and grabbed the older woman's right hand.
"Ow, Garcia." Emily gasped when Garcia grabbed it too tightly.
"Well, what did you do? Punch a wall?"
"No," Emily let out slowly. "I punched a face."
"WHAT?" Emily jerked back at the volume of Garcia's voice. "WHO?"
"Will." Emily said with disgust. She usually tried to hide the disgust in her voice when she said the southerner's name, but right now she really didn't care.
"WHAT?"
"Garcia, voice!" Emily said sternly. She was pretty sure that if Garcia got any louder the whole mall would be able to hear her. Garcia calmed herself down and then looked pointedly at Emily.
"Why in the world did you punch Will?" she said as calmly as she could, but her voice still had a stressed tone.
"Cause that unfaithful son of a bitch lost Henry because he was too busy chatting up some dark haired, big breasted bimbo." Emily said, anger rising with every word. Her eyes squinted harshly thinking about him.
"What? That doesn't sound like Will." Garcia tried to reason. "I mean he is completely devoted to JJ. He even quit his job to be with her and Henry."
Emily rolled her eyes, "That's what I thought too, but I was interviewing this kid and he saw Will and his mom flirting while this blond woman came up and snatched Henry, kicking and scream right behind Will's back. I bet that low life still has the woman's card on him."
"Aw, Pussy Cat, don't you think your over reacting just a little. I mean this kid probably just saw Will asking his mom some question about what he should get Henry. He is a guy you know and shopping isn't really in his nature." Garcia said. She truly didn't believe Will could be unfaithful. He was a good ol' fashion southerner who takes responsibility and puts all his heart into someone he loves… isn't he?
Emily's mind was reeling! She couldn't believe Garcia didn't believe her! She only wished that what she was saying wasn't true, but Matthew specifically told her that they were flirting. If only there were security cameras on them, but the security camera in that store was only in the dressing rooms and on the cash register. Then, Emily had an idea!
"Garcia, pull up the camera for the store Will and Henry were in when he was taken." Emily blurted out with anticipation.
"Honey, it's only on the cashier. You wont see anything." Garcia said sadly, thinking that the older agent just wanted to prove her point with video tape of Will cheating.
"I know just do it." Emily let out. The tech whiz didn't have to be told twice. With a few clacks of the keys, the main screen showed the abandoned cash register. "Now go back to when Will and Henry were there." Emily ordered. Looking at the screen as closely as she could.
"Okay, this is the time they entered the store," Garcia informed the jittery brunette.
Emily looked around the screen then jumped, "Can you zoom in and get a reflection off that window?" Emily asked pointing to the window behind the desk.
"Do you know who you are talking to my young Princess?" Garcia said, while tapping on the keys again. Emily turned and stared at Garcia, taking her eyes off the screen for the first time since she had this epiphany. Garcia turned her head sensing Emily's stare. "Sorry, that's what Henry calls you." she explained.
Emily let a small smile pull at her lips, "Yeah, I know." then she shook herself out of her trance and looked back at the screen. She waited staring at the reflection of a clothing rack for a few minutes, when she finally saw someone pass the screen. "There! Stop it!" She responded urgently. Garcia quickly pressed the pause button. There in the reflection of the glass window was a woman wearing a large sun hat. "Can you get a facial recognition from that?" Emily asked desperately.
"I can try," Garcia went to work pulling up every thing she need, but ultimately got nothing. "No, the reflection is too transparent. I'm sorry." The technician apologized, mad that she couldn't help.
"Damn it!" Emily slammed her fist down on the table in front of her, forgetting about her bruises. "Shit!" she grabbed her hand in pain. Garcia stood up and walked over to her.
"Come on, let's get you some ice." The colorful woman put her arm around the older agent and guided her out of the security office. They made their way to the cafeteria area and went to a soda fountain. Garcia got some ice and wrapped it up in some paper towels and gently put it on Emily's hand. Emily grabbed the ice from her friend and held it on her knuckles, hissing slightly at the pain. "So, how did it feel?" Emily looked at Garcia confused. "Oh, come on, we both know you never really liked Will. It had to make you feel good punching him."
Emily chuckled, "Yeah, but I did like Will before." She defended herself.
"No you didn't, you were happy for JJ. You even encouraged her to go for him because you knew she was falling for him, but you never really liked him personally."
"How did you know I encouraged her?"
Garcia rolled her eyes and Emily laughed. "Actually, JJ told me after she finally admitted she was seeing Mr. New Orleans." Garcia left out how disappointed her lovely blond friend sounded when she told her that. Emily looked down at the table and nodded. "That brings me to the question, why don't you like him?" Garcia asked curiously.
Emily paused to think about that one. She never really knew why she hated Will so much, she just never got that 'okay feeling' with him. It was like they were two magnets, facing the wrong way so instead of being attracted to each other, they pushed away as much as they could. But she knew that JJ liked him and when she told her friend to go after him, she thought it was for the best because she saw the signs that JJ was holding back from him and she wanted her friend to be happy. But why did she get the feeling like she just wanted him out of the picture?
Garcia stared at Emily intently as she watched the little wheels turning in her brain. From the beginning she knew Emily hated Will. Just the way she would say his name with that subtle hint of disgust, tipped Garcia off. But she knew deep inside the reason for it. She noticed all the little glances and little sparks of jealousy Emily would get when she saw the two lovers together. But Emily was real good at hiding it too. Compartmentalizing she would call it. Anytime she was around anyone, she would act like she was so happy for JJ and Will. And maybe she was, but not fully and Garcia knew why.
JJ stood frozen, staring at where Emily walked out of coffee shop. She couldn't help but think about what Emily had said, "Next time you think about leaving your kid unsupervised while you flirt with some random bitch, DON"T!" What was she talking about. There was no way Will was flirting with someone else and not paying attention to their son. That's just not like Will. He loves Henry. He loves her… right? She looked down at the bleeding man on the floor. Morgan and Hotch were helping him up at the moment and looking at the damage their co-worker did to his face. It had stayed silent for what seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes.
"That crazy, bitch." Will mumbled through his hand that were still holding his nose, covered in blood. Right then, both men helping him let go and stepped back, causing Will to stagger a little, losing his balance.
"Watch what you call her," Morgan threatened. "'cause I know at least five people willing to break more than your nose for that." Will finally composed to himself enough to stand on his own. JJ hadn't moved from her spot by the couch the whole time. She was too confused as to why she was worried, not about Will, but Emily.
Will looked up at his fiancé's worried gaze, mistaking it as worry for himself. "Aw, JJ, it's not as bad as it looks." He said reassuringly. JJ just stared back at him questioningly. "It's just a little blood," JJ just shook her head at him.
"You were FLIRTING with someone else while OUR son got kidnapped?" she yelled at him beyond pissed now. Morgan and Hotch looked back at her confused, then remembering what Emily had said before she left and then stared daggers at Will.
"JJ, your not really believing that!" Will said now getting defensive. He didn't know how Emily knew that he had been flirting with that mom, but he wasn't about to admit that she was right. The only reason why he even gave in to her was because JJ had been practically ignoring him lately. He felt like he needed someone to need him and JJ wasn't giving that to him.
"I… I can't even look at you right now!" JJ spat, following Emily's foot steps out the door. She needed to talk to someone she could trust fully right now. That person was Garcia and Garcia only. JJ knew the tech had to be in the security room, working her magic and finding her son, and she shouldn't distract her, but she needed someone to talk to. She made it to the security room, but when she opened the door her faithful friend wasn't there. Where are you when I need you, Pen? JJ thought to herself. She didn't know who she was mad at more at this moment. Will for flirting with some stranger and losing her son, or Emily for losing control and punching Will and possibly getting kicked off the case.
It was a good two or three minutes that Emily and Garcia sat there lost in their own thoughts, when Reid and Rossi walked up to them. "What you girls doing?" Rossi asked as the two made it to the table. He took a quick glance Emily's hand, "You punched Will, huh?" He commented calmly. Garcia and Prentiss looked up at him asking him the same question with their eyes. "I saw him getting his face patched up on our way over here." He explained. As much fun as it would be to act like he was just that smart, the situation was too serious.
"Hotch wants us to meet up and start a profile." Reid informed the girls and they all stood up and walked towards the space they had claimed for the teams conference room. When they got to the room, Hotch and Morgan were already there setting up with some of the officers helping the team, including the head detective. Reid and Rossi stepped inside and took their positions next to Hotch. Garcia was told she could go back to the security room, where Hotch was sure JJ was there waiting for her.
Once Emily stepped in, Hotch grabbed her arm and pulled her to the side. "We'll talk later." he whispered harshly into the brunette's ear then let her go. Emily nodded and stood back up. The five profilers stood up straight and addressed the room full of officers. "The woman we are looking for is under the impression that we are here to take her son away. She is delusional and probably went through a traumatic event that lead her to losing her real son." Hotch started to explain.
"Her real son bore a strong resemblance to the boy who has been abducted." Morgan continued. "She will do everything in her power to keep us from finding him and she will seem the most paranoid out all the people out there."
"She is a thin, Caucasian, blond and was wearing a large sun hat." Emily filled in some physical attributions. "Most likely blue eyes. She carries very similar features to the boy who was kidnapped."
"Do thorough interviews with everyone and keep in mind this profile we have just given you. Thank you." Rossi finally finished up. All the officers put their pencils and notepads away and left the conference room.
"Dave, take Morgan to go interview more witnesses." Hotch ordered. Rossi and Morgan nodded and left the room. "Reid, I want you to go help the search and rescue." Spencer copied Rossi and Morgan's actions. "Prentiss, we need to talk." Hotch said sternly, completely serious as always.
"I understand that, Hotch, but right now we need to find Henry." Emily said just as sternly as her boss. "I promise not to punch anyone else anymore and not let my emotions get the better of me."
Hotch looked Emily up and down, judging if he could trust her with that. He hardly trusted himself not to punch Will after he called Emily a bitch. Finally seeming like he trusted her enough he nodded. "Go and help Garcia with the security footage." He finally said, hoping that, that assignment would keep her out of trouble, just in case. Emily nodded and walked out of the room to head out to help Garcia. Hotch sighed, hoping that this case would be over fast. Then he walked off to help the search and rescue with Reid.
Two hours ago - just after the kidnapping - Storage Unit in Mall.
A tall Russian woman is dragging a crying little boy through one of the malls many storage units, frantic to find a hiding place for her and her boy. She came across a hidden door in the back, blocked by some light boxes. As she walked the screaming boy to the hidden door, she bent down and whispered to him in Russian. The little boy didn't seem to understand a word and kept crying for his Mom. This angered the Russian woman and she spoke harsh and clearly, "I. Am. Mama." then she threw the boy in through the door and closed it.
Once she was done, she walked back into the panic of the crowded mall. She put her large sun hat back on to hid her face and sat in a bench that she knew no camera could see. She wasn't going to lose her son again. She has cut her hair shorter and is wearing brown contacts, so hopefully no one will recognize her. Then she won't have to deal with these Americans and their stupid law about her not seeing her son.
Back in the storage unit, Henry continuously cried out for his mommy and banged on the door. His pleas weren't heard, because that unit had been abandoned for over a year and no one has gone in it since. He had finally cried himself to exhaustion. (it didn't help that the oxygen supply was limited.) The four year old had managed to fall asleep with in half hour and his last thoughts were begging for his personal super hero to come and save him, Princess Emmy.
There you go. Hope you liked it. Chapter 3 coming soon... Please continue with reviewing. Anything you see that you want to point out go right ahead. :) Thanx!