A/N Sorry for the wait guys. I think I'll be able to update tomorrow, but I have no promises. Thank you to all who have favorite this story, are following it, and who have reviewed.

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or anything you recognize.

When Emily woke up, she found herself in a dark room. She could feel that she was tied to the chair she was sitting on. She attempted to free her hands from the rope, but failed. She heard laughing coming from what she assumed was a door at the other end of the room.

"You can't escape!" the voice said with laughter. "I hope that when I am done with you, your team will be the first one to find you. The looks on their face will be priceless."

Emily stared in the direction the voice was coming from. She couldn't see a thing with all the lights being off and no windows connecting to the outside. "And I hope they find your decapitated head on their footstep," she hissed.

"Look! Our little Emily Prentiss still has some of that life that I love in her," the man said. Emily could practically hear the smile in his voice.

"Shut the fuck up!" Emily shouted into the darkness. "When we are found, it won't matter if I am dead or not, people will be too mad at you to spare the soul that the devil gave you!"

A door opened and Emily heard footsteps coming towards her. A small light turned on to reveal a well-built Caucasian man with dark brown hair and black eyes. "Well, they would have to find me to be able to do that, so I'm not too worried," he said with a grin.

"Fuck you!" Emily spat. She would fight until she couldn't fight anymore. Hope would be nothing to her. As long as she was able to fight, she would be able to get out.

"Actually, it will be the other way around," the man said with a smile, and slowly approached Emily while unzipping his pants.

…

It didn't take long for someone to notice Emily's absence. Some people noticed her being taken from the coffee shop and called the police in panic. The team had quickly made their way over to the shop. They had reluctantly let Reid come along after wasting too much time arguing with him.

They were all prepared to see some sort of blood when they arrived, and were shocked when the only thing that said Emily had been there were her credentials on one of the tables and her gun sitting next to it.

Reid walked to the table when he saw a piece of paper sitting on top of everything. He put one some gloves to keep from any of his prints getting onto the paper before unfolding the slip of paper and reading it.

Greeting to the BAU team,

I would like to inform you that you won't be seeing your dear Emily until she has left this world.

To you Aaron Hotchner, I would like to say that it was foolish of you to allow your team to go on this case.

JJ, what were thinking when you chose this case? Did you want Emily to get taken? I guess I'll let you get you're wish.

I hope it is you who finds the body first, Derek Morgan. You'll find a pleasant surprise for you.

Rossi, the only person who was remotely close to a child is being tortured at this very moment I hope you know. I'm interested to see how you work under stress and anger.

And finally, Spencer Reid. Poor Doctor just got back and finds himself losing a friend. I was confused when I watched you. Do you have feelings for our little brunette agent? I guess it will be told when you go through this horrible incident.

Of course I will be enjoying all of this. Every single moment of the torture., I will be smiling and enjoying myself. Enjoy the show. I'll be sending it to you very soon. See if you can figure out where Emily is before it's too late.

-EL

"Guys!" Reid called over. "You need to see this!" His voice was slightly cracked from seeing the note. He could imagine what was happening to Emily, and what that man had said was true. He did have slight feelings for her.

Everyone quickly made their way over to where Reid was standing. They each took a turn reading it, and it was plain on their faces that it had effected them.

Hotch was the first to react. "We need to get this bagged immediately," he ordered to some cops who were walking by him. He handed the paper to one of them before turning back to his team. "This man wants to mess with us. He wants us to get distracted from our main goal. If any of you aren't performing to their best abilities, I will send you back to the hotel without any question," he said in a serious tone.

Everyone nodded their heads. They all knew better than to get their personal feeling mixed in with an investigation. They tuned their heads when Morgan's phone rang. He picked it up before speaking to the person on the other end of the phone. "Tell me you've got something good for me baby girl," he said, informing everyone to who he was talking to. "I'm putting you on speaker, so behave."

"My chocolate wonder doesn't always get what he wants," Garcia said in a frustrated tone. "You didn't tell me about Emily's appearance why?"

"Garcia, why are you calling us?" Hotch asked.

"Because I just got something e-mailed to me. I watched one minute of it before turning it off. I was then hacked and am now being forced to watch Emily sitting in a chair while being tortured by some man!" Garcia said. Pain and horror was in her tone, and as much as she tried to hide it, it was clear.

Hotch sighed. "We need to get back to the police station," he said. "If Garcia has something, so will we."

Reid nodded his head, and followed his team to the police station on the other side of the street. He walked in, and he could feel his stomach churn when he looked at his phone and saw a picture of Emily. She was bloody and dirt was covering her face. She wore her clothes from before, but they were torn. He looked at the rest of the team and noticed that he was the only one that had received the photo.

"Reid, you coming?" Morgan asked, walking over to the agent.

Reid looked at the older man before following him back to the room that was set up for them. "We should all being getting that video soon," he said. He saw everyone's head nod in agreement.

An officer walked into the room holding a small package. "Agents, I just received this from some gut saying that this was for the FBI agents," the man said.

Everyone looked at each other. They knew what was in the package. "Get us a laptop please," Hotch said, taking the small package. The police officer nodded, and walked out of the room.

...

Emily sat in the chair she had placed in. Every time she took a breath, a sharp pain hit her chest. The man that had taken her had cracked one of her ribs after she kneed him in the groin. She could feel the blood on her face. The fell of it sickened her.

The man had entered the room to do various things with her at least four times by now. Emily couldn't tell how long she had been in the confinement. She just knew that not even a day had passed, and she needed to get out of wherever she had been taken to.

A/N I'm not too happy with that chapter. As always, I would love to hear your thoughts on this.