A/N: As always a big thank you to Hallie (Psychedoutpineapple) and for everyone who reviewed/favorited/alerted! Also, this is the last chapter *tear* I really enjoyed writing it though and I hope you loved reading it!

Chapter 7

"Garcia, check any property for him, Michael, or his mom Allison," Morgan commanded.

"There's nothing here, everything's in Montana," she said, discouraged.

"What? But th-there has to be," Morgan sputtered. "I'm gonna go talk to Hotch,"

"Morgan," the Unit Chief acknowledged as he walked into the room, the rest of the team seated around the table.

"It's Caleb, Hotch, it's always been Caleb. He killed his mom when he was 24 and now he has Emily. We also checked property records with Caleb, Michael, and Allison but everything is in Montana," Morgan rambled.

"Okay, slow down and start from the beginning,"

"Okay, so since we didn't have any leads I figured I would check out Caleb and his family one more time because there was something off about that guy so I looked at the death reports of his parents and his dad was killed in a car crash but his mom was killed by suffocation in her sleep. The police had no reason to suspect foul play and when they found her she was face down on her pillow so they figured that she rolled over with her face on her pillow or something stupid like that but Caleb was home then! He was staying at her house even and also, when he was a minor he had multiple counts of drug possession and animal cruelty. So I checked property records but nothing is in Virginia, only Montana but since we put out roadblocks and an APB for him and his car we know he didn't get out of Virginia,"

"Check out records for Emily," Reid spoke up. He continued to explain when he was met with confused stares. "Well, think about it, if you have someone held captive you would have access to their wallet, therefore their credit cards. Police and FBI would think to look under his name and his relatives, right? I mean that's what we did, but nobody would think to look for her name," Reid finished.

"Garcia," Morgan said as the Technical Analyst answered the phone. "Does Emily have any properties besides her apartment?"

"Why?"

"Just do it Garcia, I'll explain later,"

"Okay…oh, would you look at that, there's a house in Bentonville, Virginia-about 60 miles from here-which 'Emily' bought about four days ago. The address is 1895 Pine Branch Drive and before you ask I already sent it to your GPS. Now go find my little raven-haired beauty,"

"Will do Garcia," Morgan said before hanging up.

Emily cringed as she took another punch from Caleb-an uppercut to the stomach this time. She always did have defiant attitude and a smart mouth, that was one thing that never changed from her teenage years, and it was always getting her in trouble-more times than she could count. She could still remember the first time she had directed her anger towards him and he did the same.

"Hey babe," Caleb greeted Emily with a quick kiss before finishing up the deal behind the school.

He led her further behind the school before Emily spoke up. "Are you sure you should be doing this Caleb?"

"I'll be fine, we're careful,"

"I know you are, I just don't want you to get sent away again,"

"Are you implying that I can't do my job?" this was the side that Emily had never seen before: anger. His eyes were blazing as he slowly stepped closer.

"I'm implying that you're going to get caught if you don't start being more careful," Emily spat out, becoming defensive. "If you can get it through that thick head of yours-"

"What did you say?" he said through gritted teeth as he pushed her up against the wall.

"Nothing," she said, her voice still defiant.

Emily's head whipped to the side as Caleb slugged her across her cheek and heard the words 'You'll be sorry if you question me again' ringing in her ears as she saw his blurry figure walk away. She sunk down the wall, her hand holding her cheek, fighting back tears.

"Now that wasn't so bad was it?" Caleb asked, pulling her out of her reverie.

Emily had to bite her tongue to keep from snapping back as Caleb pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'm going to get some food; we don't want you to get sick now do we? I'll be right back,"

"Morgan, JJ, and Reid take one SUV, Dave and I will take the other," Hotch commanded as they jogged out to the parking lot. "I'll tell you the rest in the car," he said as he opened the driver's side door.

"Turn on your lights and sirens, when we get there I want you three to go in through the back, Aaron and I will take the front, when we get there spread out and make noise, let Longmire know he's been caught," Rossi said as they were pulling up to the house.

"Caleb Longmire, this is the FBI, open up," Hotch pounded on the door as Morgan, Reid, and JJ ran around back, the local police filing around the perimeter.

Emily heard the sirens and knew her team had come through again. They had found her. Emily's moment of safety was ripped apart as she heard the door locks click open and closed. Dread set in as she realized that even if her team did manage to get all the locks open it was unlikely that she would still be alive. Caleb ran down the stairs, yanking her up before pressing the ever so familiar knife to her neck while telling her to keep quiet.

"Hotch, the whole place is clear, but we can't get into the basement," JJ told her superior.

"And why not?" he asked irritated.

"There's only one door but it has multiple locks and we weren't able to get it open," Morgan informed him.

"Okay, Morgan, go outside and see if there's a window to the basement. Everybody else spread out and make noise. If Morgan does find a window we don't want Caleb to know he's coming in until he's actually in the room and has a clear shot,"

"Okay," JJ said, the team members echoing her as they started to move around the house, Morgan going outside.

Derek walked around the house with one mission, to find Emily. Once he spotted a window he cautiously crept over, praying it wasn't locked. He pulled out his gun, pointing it towards the dark figures in the basement before silently pulling the window open slightly. After Morgan determined it wouldn't squeak if he opened it he pulled it open fully before squeezing through the small opening. Morgan quietly stepped down from the ledge under the window before speaking. "Caleb, put the knife down and let Emily go,"

Caleb whipped around at the sound of Morgan's voice, dragging Emily with him. "No!" he screamed. "She's mine!"

"Caleb, do you see what you're doing?" he asked, gesturing to the knife which was pressing harder into Emily's neck, drawing a trickle of blood. "You're hurting her; you don't want to do that,"

"You don't know what I want!"

"You're right, I don't know what you want but I do know that you're hurting someone that's very special to the both of us and if I was in your shoes, I wouldn't want to do that,"

"Y-You think she's special?"

"I know that you love her very much Caleb," Morgan said, easily deflecting the question. "And if you love her as much as I think you do then you don't want to hurt her right? So I'm going to ask you again, drop the knife,"

"I-I can't," he stuttered, the knife shaking in his grip.

"Yes you can,"

"Y-You…you can't take her away from me,"

"I'm not going to take her away Caleb; I just need you to drop the knife,"

"O-Okay," he stuttered, the knife clattering on the ground.

Morgan ran forward, cuffing Caleb. "Where are the keys for the door and for Emily?"

"In my pocket,"

Morgan dug them out, throwing Emily a reassuring look before dragging Caleb up the stairs, handing him to Hotch and racing back down.

"Are you okay? Never mind, disregard that, of course you're not okay," Morgan rambled once he reached Emily, unlocking the shackles around her wrists.

"Morgan, Morgan, Derek," she said slightly louder, rubbing her sore wrists. "I'm fine, really.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, just help me up," she winced as she started to drag herself up.

"Hold up, lay back down," he kneeled next to her, gently raising her shirt up over her stomach to reveal multiple black and blue bruises, some of which were starting to turn yellow at the edges. "Emily-is this…is it like this all over?" he asked, scanning over her rumpled long sleeve shirt and pants.

"It's not as bad as it looks,"

"Stop being independent for just a while, okay? Let me do this," he gently scooped her up, carrying her up the stairs and to the waiting ambulance outside, being careful not to jolt her. Morgan placed her onto the stretcher, into the care of the paramedics.

"Thank you," she said, giving him a genuine smile as the paramedics began checking her vitals before rushing off to the hospital, leaving the remaining agents to follow.

"Emily Prentiss?" a middle aged doctor asked as he walked into the waiting room. The six agents immediately stood up, rushing over to the doctor.

"That's us," Hotch answered.

The doctor eyed the odd cluster of adults that made up the 'family' before speaking. "My name is Dr. Evans," he consulted the clipboard in her hand before continuing. "Emily has one particularly deep gash on the back of her calf and some smaller ones scattered on her arms and legs, some bruising along her arms and torso, and a broken rib," JJ and Garcia gasped, JJ holding on to the closest person for support, who happened to be Reid, shocked at the news. "As bad as this may sound everything's going to be just fine, she'll need to stay here for about two days and she will be cleared to go home and before you ask, you can go see her," Evans said with a smile.

"Hey Em," JJ said with a weak smile as she walked into her hospital room.

"Hey guys," she replied as the rest of her team filed into her room.

"You feel okay?" Garcia asked

"My stomach hurts like hell but otherwise I'm good," she answered, looking around at the rest of the team. "Morgan, stop giving me that look,"

"What look?"

"That pity and guilt look. You couldn't have done anything; I didn't want you to notice anything was wrong. This isn't your fault and you need to stop blaming yourself,"

Morgan looked up from his feet, a weight lifted off his shoulders. "Thanks,"

"Okay, everybody, we need to head back to the hotel and get some rest," Hotch spoke up.

"Hotch, I'm not leaving her, not again," Morgan told him as the rest of the team complied and said their goodbyes.

"I'm fine Morgan, you need to get some rest," Prentiss said from her bed.

"I can sleep perfectly well right here," he said, settling herself into the chair.

"Okay, if you're sure,"

"Absolutely,"

" Em," Morgan hollered. "Are you ready yet? You were here for two days! What can you all have to get ready?"

"Calm down, calm down, I'm coming," she said, walking out of her bathroom in her hospital room.

"Ready to get out of here?" he asked, shouldering her go bag.

"More than you know,"

"Well, let's go home then," he said, putting an arm around her shoulder and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Where are you going?" Emily asked as Morgan turned towards his house instead of hers.

"You're staying at my house, I'm taking care of you now," he said with a grin

"Thanks for that by the way,"

"Thanks for what?"

"For being you. Taking care of me, letting me stay at your house, finding me," her voice got quieter as she uttered the last words.

"Always Princess, always,"

A/N: Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it and please R&R!