My latest criminal minds fic. Emily's POV.
A little more comedic than my other fic's, I'm kind trying out a new writing story.
So read, enjoy and tell me what you think! :)

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Disclaimer: I own nothing, absolutely nothing. The characters etc are not mine.

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When I awoke tied to a chair, my throat raspy and dry, my first thought was not again. The room around me was dark and I couldn't make out quite where the floor ended and the wall began. Trying not to move too much, I shoved to the side and found that the chair was stuck, quite solidly, to the ground below me.

"Don't bother."

I squeezed my eyes shut, pressed my lips together as a sort of dammit.

Despite the darkness, I saw the two figures walk towards me, they were each a decent foot or two taller than I would be when standing. I tried to focus my eyes. One, the tallest had dark hair, the other none. "Two men," I said, looking at them. "Each about 6"2', 6"3'. One bald, the other with short brown hair." It was a guess on the color, but their reaction told me I hadn't don't too bad.

"Don't bother darling," one of them said. "There ain't no signal down here."

"How sure are you about that?" I asked. I don't know where the sudden balls came from, but I was going to run with it. I saw one of their jaws tighten, as did the fists of the other.

"Shut up," one of them ordered me.

I just looked up at him in defiance. I wasn't prepared when the blow hit my face, but I didn't do anything. I just took it, spat out a mixture of spit and blood, then looked back at them.

"What do you know?"

"About what?" I asked innocently.

His fist connected with my face again and pain rushed through me. "You might as well tell us. You're going to die anyway."

"Well then why would I tell you?"

This time when my face was crashed into, I felt and heard the crack of bone breaking. "That's why. And it'd stop us from having to hurt that boyfriend of yours."

It was then that the fear took over, not even the adrenaline could mask worry for Dave. I didn't want to see him hurt. The only problem was I didn't exactly have anything to tell the two men in front of me.

"What do you want to know?" I sighed.

One of the men laughed. "Looks like we found her soft spot."

My mouth clamped shut as I fought the urge to spit on him. Meanwhile, I slowly worked my hands behind my back, trying desperately to gradually loosen the bonds that tied them together.

This time, when I spoke, it was through closed teeth. "What, do you want, to know?"

"About everything sweetheart. Everything."

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"Garcia, I need a trace. Now."

"Okay sweetie, let me just… yes. Who do you want me to track? What's the number?"

Rossi rattled off digits and back in front of her computer, Garcia's eyes widened. "That's…"

"I know Garcia. Just find her."

He couldn't sit, couldn't stand still, so he resulted to pacing. He hated knowing there was nothing he could do. He'd nearly punched several unhelpful people at the bar, had somehow managed to restrain himself, now wished he had. He may have had to make do with a wall. How could he let this happen? He didn't know what he'd do if he lost her, not again, especially not at his fault.

Angrily, he flipped through the case files they had. All the possible UNSUBs, he saw more than a hundred of them, how was he supposed to narrow it down? They all fit the criteria. He thumbed his fist down on the desk and went back to pacing.

He muttered more than a few unsavory words in Italian. He could see her – her dark hair, white skin, red lips – and felt his heart ache. He hadn't even told her how he felt!

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My hands now freed, I started working on the binds that held my feet to the chair. I had spotted the piece hooked into the belt of the taller of the two men and had started plans on how to get it. I reckoned if I lunged, I just might be able to, but the problem was that I was still tied to the chair. I didn't like the chances that I would be able to shoot them both before one of them shot me. But my opening was slowly closing. It wasn't like I had anything to entice them to stay. Honestly, if they'd just left us be, we probably would've never found them. It just irked me that if I just died, they still might not be found.

I kept talking BS and watched as they bought it. It was kind of sad how they lived up to the gullible henchmen stereotype.

"Okay, we know you're lying," the brunette said finally, pulling out his gun to aim it at me. I sore my opening.

With a grunt, I lunged forward a twisted the gun from his hands just as the shot was fired. He hit the bald one dead centre in the torso. Lucky shot. I hit the floor and felt the pain fire through my muscles, but I managed to keep a hold of the gun. I pushed myself around then let off four shots above me at the figure.

When I heard him hit the floor, I let out a mixture of sighs and labored breaths. My whole body ached. I was pretty sure I'd broken my jaw, or at least my nose. Each separate muscle was on fire. I tightened my grip around the gun as I started to see flashes of colour in front of my eyes.

I hoped to God Dave would somehow work out where I was before somebody else found me and decided to finish of the job dumb and dumber had failed at.

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