Emily took a deep breath, her eyes looking away from the phone and glancing up to her captor, the man that was looking down at her naked form with such possessive eyes. More tears entered her eyes as she gently pulled at her restraints, looking back down to the darkened phone by her side. "Aaron..."

"Come on Em, tell me."

Emily's eyes stung. "I'm not where you think I am."

"Are you alone? Is there someone else in the room?"

The brunette felt her heart leap into her throat before she quickly nodded her head. "I'm being held captive by a man named Nathaniel. We're at 1934 Annbury Drive in Virginia, Aaron!" She winced at the angry look being sent her way by her captor. "Hurry Aaron! We have children here, be careful!"

"We're on our way, Emily. Just hold on."

Nathaniel frowned as the call disconnected, and he quickly made his way over to the naked woman that lay chained in his bed. "You shouldn't have done that."

Emily whimpered as a hand clamped down around her neck, wincing at the sound of her phone smashing against the bedroom wall. Her breathing became shallow as the older man's free hand slapped against her naked cunt, her chocolate eyes doing their best to look away from her captor's flaming ones; doing the best to hide from his anger.

"I think its time we go to visit the basement."

...

Hadley looked up from his coloring book at the sound of heavy footsteps on the staircase, his small eyes widening as he watched his father coming down the steps with a struggling, naked brunette slung over his shoulder. He bit his lip, willing himself not to cry as he watched him slap at her behind. "Father?"

Nathaniel looked down to his son, scowling as he clawed his nails into the brunette woman's ass, letting out a smile as a cry of pain left her lips before he shook his head at his boy. "Not now son."

Eva's eyes filled with tears as she caught a glimpse of the struggling woman's face, watching as she clawed at a collar that was locked around her throat. "Mable?"

"Mable has to go on a little trip, honey. Don't look at her!"

Emily cried out as the metal collar felt as if it was tightening around her throat, her eyes closing as tight as they could from the pain. "Let go of me! Get off, please!"

Nathaniel laughed at the younger woman's plead. "Oh so now you feel like begging." He carried the naked woman to the door beside the stairwell, slapping the chaffed cheeks of her ass as he looked to his maid, smiling at Emily's pained moans. "Open the door."

Hampton gently shook her head. "No sir."

The master scowled at the young maid, his grip tightening on the woman that lay struggling on his shoulder. "Excuse me?"

Hampton pouted, her eyes hiding the fear that she held for the brunette woman. "I like her, sir! You've gotten rid of so many already!"

Emily looked up with blurry eyes to the children that stood not that far away. She used her hand to look as if she were on the phone, mouthing the word 'police' to them as Nathaniel continued to abuse her backside.

"Open the door, Hampton!"

"No sir! I like her!"

Emily felt herself almost smile as Eva ran to the other room. She gasped as she was tugged back onto the man's shoulder, his hand cupping her ass to hold her tighter, his middle finger hooking itself snuggly into her back entrance. "You're hurting me!"

Nathaniel threw his maid out of the way, letting her fall to the ground before he flung open the basement door.

"No! Let go of me, please!"

The older man laughed as he made his way down the cold concrete stairs, throwing the naked woman down into a chair that looked as if it belonged in a dentist's office, chaining her metal collar to an inch long chain that connected to the chair. "You ready, darling?"

Emily struggled against the restraint, beads of sweat beginning to pop up along her once alabaster skin. She practically growled as he moved closer to her, and she kicked her feet out to keep him away. "Stay away from me!"

Nathaniel sighed before he quickly restrained the struggling woman's legs, straddling her slender body. "Mable, don't make this harder than it has to be."

The younger brunette grit her teeth, her fingers tightening around her collar before kneeing Nathaniel in the crotch. A sickening smile spread over her lips as he toppled over, watching as he rolled off of her and fell to the floor. "My name is Emily."

...

Hotch stepped harder on the gas pedal, his hands tightening around the steering wheel as he turned down the next street. He needed his Emily back. He needed his Emily to be ok.

"Aaron slow down."

The brunette agent shook his head. "No."

Dave sighed. "Aaron, slow down."

"I don't want to slow down."

"Aaron we all want to get there and save her, but we won't be able to if you don't slow down. We're going to crash!"

Hotch shook his head once more, his eyes widening at the sight of three cop cars and an ambulance sitting outside a large stone home that sat up behind a graveled pathway. "This is it!" He sped up the driveway before parking just beside the ambulance, jumping out of the SUV along with Dave and JJ, the other car not far behind. "Give me an update! What's happening?"

A latino cop turned at the order, nodding his head to the open doorway. "Four cops are inside trying to calm down the maid."

Hotch ran into the house with his team behind him, his gun drawn as he stepped through the massive hallways. "Nathaniel? Nathaniel, are you in here?"

Hampton let out a cry, struggling against the cops that held her back. "He took her to the basement. Please don't let him hurt her!"

The unit chief made his way to the open doorway beside the stairwell, running down the concrete steps as fast as he could. "Nathaniel?"

"Aaron!"

Hotch steadied his gun, leveling it at the man who stood over a naked Emily. His Emily. He forced himself to keep his eyes on the man with a chissel in his hand as he heard the naked brunette sob, knowing she was relieved that he had found her. "Nathaniel?"

The brunette man turned his head, watching as three other agents stepped into the basement behind the stoic man that seemed to be the ring leader. "You must be the Aaron from the phone calls. I can see why Mable was so torn over you."

Hotch tightened his hold on the gun in his hand. His eyes darkened as Nathaniel's hand that held the chissel made its way back down towards the brunette woman's chest, and he didn't give it a second thought as he pulled the trigger. "Her name is Emily."