Emily is struggling to piece together the lives of their main suspects, both before and after they entered foster care. She is reaching out to social workers in hopes of finding out why these men were the only ones in their house put into care. What made them the ones the parents sent away? She has just left yet another message when she hears the rapid clicking of Garcia's heels on the floor. She turns and sees the vibrantly dressed woman is pale in the face.
"What's wrong?" Emily asks, a knot forming in her stomach.
"Hotch and JJ got jumped. Hotch is on his way to the hospital. Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry but JJ is missing."
A rush of blood fills Emily's head as her stomach nosedives. Her vision narrows for a moment as she thinks about the things these men had done prison time for. Garcia's voice breaks through the roar in Emily's head.
"…need to get his go bag and then meet them at the hospital and then Morgan said you can question suspects but can't go in the field and—"
"Garcia!" Emily says, shoving her fear into a box to be dealt with later. "Get Hotch's bag. Let's go."
Garcia runs up to Hotch's office. Emily quickly saves the information she had been compiling and pulls out the zip drive. She grabs her go bag and cane. The two women meet up at the elevators, Emily still trying to quash the fear rising like bile in her throat.
They are nearly to the hospital when Emily suddenly points. "Garcia! Pull in there. I need to get something."
"Lowe's?"
"Now, Garcia!"
"O—Okay. Sure. Whatever."
Garcia pulls up to the door and Emily leaps out of the car. She comes back out in less than 10 minutes with a bag.
"Now, across the street…CVS. Go."
Garcia is completely confused but obeys the angry profiler. As they pull into the lot, she looks at what Emily is pulling from the bag. Emily plugs an A/C converter into the car outlet. She then pulls out the box in the bag.
"A dremel?" Garcia questions.
"Go inside and buy me one of those ankle braces that lace up. Hurry."
"Emily, I'm not sure you should—"
"NOW, Garcia!" Emily shouts.
Garcia jumps then gets out of the car and goes inside. By the time she comes out with the brace Emily has finished cutting the cast from her leg. She tosses the offending item into a nearby trash bin and takes the brace from Garcia. By the time they arrive at the hospital Emily has put on the brace and pulled on a pair of combat boots from her go bag. Garcia looks at her.
"Um, Em, are you sure you're ankle is okay?"
"We're short too many agents and I'll be damned if I just sit around waiting for them to find Jennifer," she looks and sees the concern and fear in her friends eyes. She calms her voice. "I'll be fine, Garcia. I promise. Let's go."
The two hop out and head inside. Garcia notices Emily's limp but says nothing, knowing she would fight just as hard if it was Kevin who was missing.
Hotch stares up at an obviously worried and frustrated Morgan.
"What the hell happened?" Hotch asks.
"That's what we were hoping you could tell us," Morgan answers. "Your police back-up was late arriving. By the time they got there they found the door open and you on the floor in the living room," Morgan pauses. "Hotch, JJ's gone."
Hotch stares up at Morgan a moment. He starts to rip off the monitoring pads and sit up. "We have to find her. We need…" a wave of dizziness hits him and Morgan steadies him.
"You have a concussion, Hotch. They found a baseball bat beside you and think that's what was used to hit you. You're not getting out of here for a while."
"I have to get up, Morgan. Prentiss and Rossi are already down. We need everyone to help get JJ back. We need…" he manages to sit up and fights down the urge to throw-up. "We need an APB out on Simon Gulliver."
"Already done. We've gone ahead and asked the cops to bring in the other 4 suspects, too. Garcia also dug up some information on Feist. Rossi's taking a run at him now that he's got council."
"Okay," Hotch staggers to his feet. "Emily?"
"Here with your go bag," she answers from the doorway.
He looks over at her. "Where's your cast?"
Emily raises an eyebrow. "If you think I'm going to be hampered by a cast while Jennifer is missing your head injury is fucking worse than we thought."
Hotch stares at her a minute then nods. "Fine. But once we find her you're back in it."
"Agreed. Now let's go find my fiancé," she says, handing him his bag."
Five minutes later Hotch has signed out against medical advice and the team is heading to the police station to question all the men they have in custody.
Rossi slams his left hand into the table.
"Look, Feist, we know you've been involved with these guys from the start and we now know why! Now I've got two friends that were hurt by that bastard Gulliver and if you don't start telling me what I want to know I will make sure you are prosecuted for my shooting, Hotchner's injuries and Jareau's injuries. You know how many years in FEDERAL prison you will get for 3 assaults with intent to kill on Federal Agents? Your great-grandkids will be in high school before you get out! Now tell me exactly who is involved in the home invasions and maybe, MAYBE, we can come up with a deal for you!"
Feist is looking concerned. His lawyer leans over and whispers something in his ear. Feist shakes his head.
"I'm not doing time, Jack! I can't!" Feist insists. The lawyer whispers something else then turns to face Rossi.
"My client wants a deal in writing. No jail time and just a censure from the Bar, no loss of his license."
"No way. He's doing some time and he's losing his license. Those are a given. It's how much time we're working with and what kind of facility."
The lawyer stares into Rossi's eyes. He can see the profiler is not budging. What he can't see is the fear that Rossi masterfully masks. If Feist doesn't crack they may not have a chance to find JJ.
The lawyer finally leans over and whispers something in Feist's ear. The fallen lawyer's shoulders slump. He finally nods and looks at Rossi.
"What do you need to know?"
"First of all, where did they keep the kids?"