A/N: First off...a HUGE thank you to lizzabet for giving me the idea for this chapter! Also, I'm not really sure how old Emily is exactly so I'm going with 40 and Caleb is the same. I also changed the death year of Caleb's mom in the last chapter and it will mention it in this chapter.

Chapter 6

"Is he hitting you Em?" Elizabeth Prentiss asked her newly turned seventeen year old daughter.

"It doesn't concern you what he does or doesn't do," Emily snapped back, the angry tone she used with her mother present.

"I know that you don't care for me or for my opinion but if he is hurting you-which I have a strong suspicion he is-that you're better than that, you deserve someone better than that," she tried to get through to her daughter, who typically tended to do the exact opposite of what she suggested.

"Whatever," she stalked off with her mother's words repeating over and over in her head.

Elizabeth allowed herself a small smile, knowing that her daughter was at least thinking about what she said. Whether she looked like it or not she knew that the teenager was considering her words.

The Next Morning (Before School)

"Caleb-can we…can we talk?" Emily asked hesitantly.

"Sure babe, what about?"

"I-I think we need to take a break," she said warily, her mother's words ringing in her ears.

"We need to do what? Wait-do you really want to do this?"

"It's for the best," she avoided the question, taught by her mom's political ways, and started to walk away.

"No, it isn't," he said through clenched teeth. "Don't you walk away from me," he started to raise his hand to grab her arm and bring her back when she whipped around.

"Don't. Touch. Me," she turned around again, starting to walk further away as Caleb screamed behind her.

"You're mine babe and you always will be!" he screamed behind her. "I will get you back!"

And get her back is exactly what he did.

"Morgan," Hotch warned. "Stop pacing,"

"I can't! What are we supposed to do? We have no leads Hotch, Emily has been missing for two days and you know the odds are against her! I can't just sit here and do nothing!"

"Well I can't have you pacing around my office all day so either go burn off some stress at the gym or go find Garcia and get me some leads,"

"Fine," he said, going out to find Garcia.

"Hey hot stuff," she greeted as Morgan walked into her office.

"Hey Baby Girl," he said sullenly.

"Hotch give you a hard time?"

Morgan gave a weak laugh before answering. "How can you possibly know me so well?"

"I may not be a profiler but that doesn't mean that I can't read you like a book Derek Morgan,"

"Yeah…um, can you look at Caleb's parents death reports?"

"Okay?" she said hesitantly before her fingers flew over her keyboard. "Well Michael Longmire died in a car crash, but you knew that-"

"What was the official cause of death?" Morgan interrupted.

"He was killed on impact, the car flipped and the mom…oh…asphyxiation. The M.E. report said she was suffocated in her sleep but the police had no reason to suspect foul play and assumed she rolled onto her stomach with her face on the pillow,"

"How old was Caleb at the time?"

"Um…he was 24; he was even staying in the state, at his mom's house. D-Did he kill her?"

"I think so; find anything else you can on this guy,"

"Okay, just give me a sec…Oh this sick son of a bitch, when he was a teenager he was caught multiple times with drug possession and there was a report of animal cruelty. Derek, is this our guy?" Penelope asked, turning her head back towards Derek.

"Yes, god damn it!" he said, slamming his fist against the wall. "We had him and we let him go,"

"And we'll get him back and get Emily in the process," she comforted.

"Ah babe, I love you so much," Caleb said, caressing her cheek. As much as Emily wanted to pull back from his touch she couldn't, she couldn't bring out his anger again. She had to play along. "You're mine and you always will be," he said, quoting his line from so many years ago although then it was laced with anger.

'How did I get into this?' Emily thought to herself before thinking back to the first time she had met him.

"Are you sure we should be doing this Caleb?" 16 year-old Emily Prentiss asked as she stood behind their high school. Although she had just met the boy a few days earlier he had already been to her house because of the fact that she immediately felt comfort hanging around with him. They both were outcasts; although Caleb handled it better than she did. Well, not better exactly, if you considered drugs blurring away the pain better.

"It's okay babe, if anything does happen I can take the blame. It don't matter if something else is added to my rap sheet anyway," he said lighting his cigarette before leaning over and lighting hers

Emily and Caleb were behind the school for a few more hours, having skipped the first three and a half periods, when a teacher walked by them, heading towards his car. "Mr. Longmire, Miss Prentiss, what do you think you are doing?" the teacher demanded.

"Whatever we want," Caleb replied nonchalantly.

"Look, Mr. Lilquist, I can explain-" Emily started.

"It's all my fault sir, I made her do it. Punish me, not her," it was those words that made Emily feel as if she was in love with Caleb. He protected her, took the blame even though he didn't have to, and took away her pain even if it was with drugs.

"Okay," he said hesitantly. "I'll let you off the hook this time but if I, or anyone else, catches you again-"

"Understood sir, thank you," Emily said.

"I will still be contacting your parents," he said before walking briskly towards the school, the two students in tow.

"Why did you do this?" Ambassador Elizabeth Prentiss demanded when her daughter walked in the door.

"Because I could" she snapped back.

"Was it that boy that you brought here? Because if it was you are never to see him again, do you hear me? I forbid you to be around him," she said forcefully.

"You forbid me?" Emily asked, her voice rising. "You can't control who I do stuff with. It's not like you're around enough anyway to notice," she said dismissively.

"I can do whatever I want and what I want is for you to stay away from that boy. Look at what he got you in to,"

"I got myself into all of this and before you even ask why it's because of you!" she yelled. "I just needed to get away from all this! I hate this, I hate moving every six months and I hate you!" the teenager screamed before storming off to her room, something that had become a regular experience for the girl. From that moment on she had been even more determined to spend time with Caleb. Which she sincerely regretted now.

A/N:I know that it kinda seems like Hotch was really harsh on Morgan in the beginning but they were both really stressed and stuff…it's just how it came out when I was writing it. I didn't mean for it to sound like he was mad at Morgan for worrying or anything but again a HUGE thanks to lizzabet and for Hallie (psychedoutpineapple) for proofing this in her busy, busy week! Thanks for reading! Please let me know what you think and review!