It's time. Where is she?

/

Emily made her way to her desk. The team each made their way over to her. They stood there JJ and Garcia made their way to her and put their arms around her. The team stood there silently offering their support and condolences.

After a few minutes Emily spoke up. "Thanks guys. And thanks for not saying you're sorry. I don't think I could deal with platitudes."

That brought a sad smile to everyone's faces.

The team all shuffled away. They didn't say anything about earlier, but Emily could tell that this was merely the calm before the storm.

Lunch came around and the Garcia came to her desk.

"What can I do for you Garcia?"

"We want to take you for lunch."

"Lunch huh? Is that all?"

"Well we might have some questions?"

"Subtle I see?"

"Honey you had to know this day was coming."

"Yeah but not today."

"Today might be the best day sugarplum. Maybe it will give you something to think about."

"Oh goody the team's interrogation of my love life. Excuse me while I go and jump for joy."

"Sarcasm doesn't suit you honey."

"Fine. Let's get this over with. But if I am going to be interrogated we are going to a nice restaurant and you guys are buying."

"Whatever you say."

"And I'm bringing Hotch."

"Oh, bringing the boss man."

"I'm not facing the firing squad alone."

There she is. She's surrounded by the team. She looks sad. They must be hurting her. Don't worry my love soon I will save you. Soon you'll be free of them.

About thirty minutes later they team were all seated comfortably in at their table. Hotch and Emily sat next to each other. Each reveling in the fact that they didn't have to hide their touches. That they could be open.

JJ broke the ice. "So how long has this been going on?"

Hotch and Emily looked at each other. Hotch looked back at the team. "What is a little over three months?"

"Three months." Derek sputtered. "You guys have kept this secret for three months. That's pretty good." He cocked his head in amazement.

Garcia piped up. "How did it happen?"

"We had both liked each other for a while."

"And it was that case in Portland. All those kids." Emily's eyes grew dark and sad. She looked away.

Hotch noticed and put his arm around her and pulled her into his chest. "We got a drink and started talking. A couple of drinks later all of a sudden we were in my room and going at it like rabbits."

"Ever the romantic Aaron."

"Shut up Dave."

Silence took over the room. Hotch continued to hold Emily, but she was starting to get back to normal. Dave broke the silence. "What are you guys going to do about the Bureau?"

"We don't know yet. We hadn't gotten that far. Then this happened. Looks like it forced our hand."

Emily got up and excused herself. She walked slowly to the bathroom.

"Dave if we needed you, could you help us."

"Sure Aaron whatever you need."

"So is this interview over, can we get back to our regular broadcasting?"

"Your interview is over, boss man. But Emily's is just beginning. Speaking of which JJ you want to come with me?"

"Yeah."

Garcia and JJ made their way to the bathroom.

Hotch's face got serious. "Someone is targeting Emily's family, Emily could be next."

"Are their any leads on who did this?"

"Statistically most attacks are by people that the victims knew. Since the UnSub has taken out all of her immediate family. It's likely that Emily knows the UnSub."

"I have her working on a list of possible suspects. But with her parents work that list is going to be huge. Morgan you're our expert on obsessional crimes I want you to take the first look at it."

"Sure thing Hotch."

JJ and Garcia came rushing back to the table. "Hotch does Emily smoke?"

"What no why?"

"She's not in the bathroom. And she is obviously not here."

Their body languages all changed. Where once sat people now federal agents stood. Immediately they moved throughout the restaurant looking for their lost agent. All silently hoping for the best, each dreading the worst.

After a minute they all met outside coming from all directions. The disappointment and fear written on their faces.

"Where is she?"

Hotch grabbed his cellphone and dialed her number. The team heard a faint ringing in a back alley. They searched through the trash. Morgan grimly pulled out a cell phone.

Hotch screamed out an unintelligible noise filled with pain and slumped to the ground. A broken man sitting in and surrounded by trash and broken toys.

"Hotch we will find her. I promise you we will find her. We're going to get this son of a bitch."

No one said what they all feared. Would they find her alive?

/

I got her. She's here with me. Hopefully she'll forgive me for drugging her. Of course she'll forgive me. She'll understand I had to get her away from those people. I love her. It's going to be ok.

/

Ohh my head. Where am I? What's the last thing I remember? I was in the restaurant. I remember smelling something sweet, and then black. Shit he got me. Fuck. What am I going to do? Ok calm down Emily, breathe. You need to stay calm. You're not going to get out of this is you freak out. Poor Aaron he must be losing his mind now. I have to get back. I have to see him and Jack again. All right look around the room what do you see? Oh my god. It's my room. It's decorated exactly like my bedroom from when I was sixteen? What they fuck is going on?

A door opened a man stepped through.

Oh my god. I remember him. "I remember you. You lived at the Embassy."

"I knew you would remember me. I knew it. You love me to."

Oh shit. He loves me. Fuck. This is going to suck.

A/N So things are going to start to get interesting from now on. I am taking the weekend off. I will back Monday morning. With the next chapter. Also an incentive to review, I will give my 30th reviewer a one shot about whatever or whoever of your choice.