A/N: First I wanted to give a BIG thanks to lizzabet who gave me the idea for this chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own CM :(

Chapter 3

"C-Caleb?" Emily faltered, finally regaining her voice.

"Hey babe,"

"Don't you dare call me that," she said vehemently. She was glad for the training she had to receive to block out people like him. People who tried to control you, to get inside your head. She had temporarily regained her strong manner but wasn't sure if it would last. Especially if she was talking to him.

"Well someone's grouchy today," he joked. "Anyway, I was calling 'cause I finally got back to town and I just needed to see you again,"

"I-I can't,"

"Oh, that's right, you're a FBI agent now, no time for me, but we'll make sure to find time ok?"

"No," she said quickly, hanging up the phone, she wasn't sure she could resist if she kept talking any longer. She couldn't, she wouldn't, fall under his spell again.

"Who was that?" Morgan asked, finding her in the kitchen.

"N-Nobody," she stuttered, realizing what she had just said to him, how angry he must be and what he could do to her with that anger.

"C'mon Princess, what's wrong?" he asked concerned.

"It's nothing," she brushed past him towards her bedroom before he could ask any more questions.

"Em, is something wrong?" JJ asked as Emily stormed into the building. She had successfully avoided Derek all morning at her apartment and they drove separate cars so they didn't raise suspicion, further saving her from questions. Now she had to deal with the rest of the team.

"No, no, everything's fine," she said, as if trying to convince herself of the same thing. JJ wouldn't push it though, not yet anyway.

JJ pulled Morgan aside as he entered the bullpen, shortly after Emily. "Did you notice anything off with Emily last night?"

"No, not last night," he said cautiously, trying to determine what to tell her. "But this morning-"

"This morning?" JJ raised her eyebrows.

"It's not like that Jay, after everybody left last night I stayed and watched a movie with her and we fell asleep. This morning I woke up and she was on the phone in the kitchen. When I walked in she had just hung up but she had this look of panic, almost desperation, on her face. I tried to talk to her about it but she brushed me off and I haven't talked to her since…" he trailed off.

"She'll tell us when she's ready, if she needs to," she reassured him. 'Hopefully' JJ thought to herself.

He watched her walked out of the building with a black man. 'She isn't supposed to be with someone else. She's supposed to be with me' he thought to himself. He would get her back. She had fallen under his spell the first time and she would again. It didn't matter if she was 'stronger' now that she was in the FBI. He could feel her falling for him again, just over the phone, much less in person. He smiled to himself. He would get her back. It didn't matter if she was with that other man. If he needed to take him out to get her then that's what he would do. No matter what the cost.

Emily had just settled down on the couch after a long day of work when she heard a sharp knocking on her door. She looked through the peephole out of sheer habit and was stunned at who she saw. Ever since that call this morning she had expected him to find her, just not this soon. Emily slowly walked away from the door, hoping for him to think she wasn't home. No such luck.

"Em," he called. "I know you're home," Emily leaned against the wall, still hoping for him to get discouraged and go away. This only made him angrier. "Em!" he pounded on the door. She slowly opened the door, bracing for an impact.

"Why didn't you open the door?" he asked, changing into the man she had once fallen for.

"I was upstairs in the bathroom," she lied easily.

"I thought you were ignoring me,"

"I-I would never do that,"

"Good, can I come in? Have a drink and talk with you? I mean it's been so long,"

"Well I actually have to be somewhere el-"

He lashed out grabbing her wrist, forcing her back inside. "We are going to talk," he led her back to the couch she had previously occupied. Caleb let go of her wrist causing Emily to look down. Seeing red finger marks wrapped around her wrist, swelling slightly, she could already tell it would be extremely bruised the next morning, maybe even later that night.

"So, wh-what do you want to talk about?" Emily asked hesitantly.

"You. Us. Him," Caleb spat out.

"Him?" Emily questioned.

"Your friend," he said as if he knew there was something more going on between the two. "The black one that you spend all your time with,"

"What about him?" she asked, suddenly becoming defensive.

"We can talk about him later, right now it's time to catch up," he switched back to the charming façade, sliding his arm around her shoulders.

'I can't, I won't fall for him again. Think about the team Prentiss. Think about Morgan. Morgan' she didn't want to fall for him again but she could already feel herself slipping.

He could feel her falling, he could control her when she was a teenager and he would now. If only she wouldn't have started talking to that other kid who actually realized who he was, what he did. He would have had her wrapped around her finger long ago if it wasn't for him, now he had to win her back. All this extra work, it was worth it if it meant her though.

"I-I really need to meet my team, they're gonna worry and-"

"No!" he yelled, slapping her across the face.

Her hand instinctively went up to her check. 'That's definitely going to leave a mark' Emily didn't fight after that. They talked for another half an hour before Caleb decided that that was enough for the night. She showed him out and sunk down to the floor, head in her hands. 'What have I done?'

She had somehow managed to keep Morgan away from her apartment for the past week whenever Caleb was around. Any more hits she had received she had managed to cover up with clothes and makeup or pass off as an accident. Caleb had come by pretty regularly after that night and tonight was no different. She had just returned from work when she saw him leaning against his car.

"What are you doing here already?" she usually got home at about 5:30 and he came around at about 6:00.

"I was thinking…" he trailed off.

"About?" she prompted.

"It's time for us to get away," he quickly closed the space between them, grabbing her arm in the process.

"Caleb, what are you talking about?" she asked warily.

"You need to get away from here for a while," he pushed her into the car, jumped into the other side and sped off.

A/N: This was the first time I had written from an unsub's (I considered Caleb an unsub I guess...) point of view and I hope I did a good job...I also want to thank Hallie (again :) ) for reading this over...I probably won't be able to post another chapter before Monday at the earliest. I have family coming over this weekend, celebrating the 4th, so I will probably have absolutely no time to write...I have around 60 people (I know, it's a lot, and it's only from one side of the family :) but they're a lot of fun) coming over and I have to clean and everything before they get here so I apologize in advance for not getting a chapter up until Monday at the earliest...Please R&R!