Author's Note: Here's chapter two because I got some really nice reviews and PM's. So…yeah. Have fun!

Emily yawned and woke up to be crushed against the couch. She smiled to find that Jack was snuggled comfortably against her shoulder, and Hotch had his arms wrapped around her waist. She gently wriggled out of his grasp and found that Sergio had made permanent residence on the windowsill. She placed a full bowl of food on the ground in front of him and he leapt off the sill with utmost grace. She ran her hand down from the middle of his ears to the end of his tail as he purred contentedly. She looked at the two still-sleeping Hotchners on the couch and smiled. She thought about what had happened. She'd up and left her house, slept with her boss, and completely ignore her abusive boyfriend. She checked her phone.

Twenty seven missed calls.

Thirty five text messages.

All from Jeremy.

Not one was from Garcia, Morgan, JJ, Reid, or Rossi. Not a single one. She shuddered as she flipped through the messages.

I'm going to kill you, bitch.

Get your ass back to your apartment or else!

You are going to be in TROUBLE once you get your prostitute ass back here.

She frowned. She made a decision and grabbed her gun out of her go-bag. She threw on a sweatshirt and slipped quietly out the door, taking one last look at her boss's sleeping face.

-Meanwhile-

Hotch felt the couch shift a little after Emily left. He found his son nestled against him and smiled. He slipped out between the couch and Jack and gently woke him up.

"Jack, wake up, bud," Hotch said. Jack's eyes flew open and he stretched his arms.

"Morning, Daddy!" he exclaimed brightly. Hotch chuckled.

"Morning. How did you get out here?" he asked, yawning.

"I dunno. I woke up last night and you and Emmy were sleeping so I joined you because I felt lonely," he said quietly. Hotch kissed his son's forehead.

"Let's go find Emily, okay?" he said. Jack nodded, hugging his bear to his chest.

"Emily? Are you in there?" he asked, knocking on the bathroom door.

No response.

He tried his room, Jack's room, hell, even the back door. She was nowhere to be found.

Hotch ran his hands through his hair, trying to calm himself down. Where could she have gone?

Shit. Hotch thought.

Shit, shit, shit, shit. She's going to Jeremy. He assumed immediately. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Morgan.

"Damn, Hotch. It's early and on my day off. What's up?" Morgan answered sleepily.

"Emily," Hotch said frantically. He heard Morgan's phone drop and a muffled curse as Morgan got ready.

Hotch relayed the message to the rest of the team, including Garcia.

Suddenly, his cell rang. It was a blocked number.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Hey, is this Agent Hotchner?" an unfamiliar voice asked.

"This is he. Can I help you? Who is this?" he asked, suspicious.

"This is Jeremy Winters. Sound familiar?" Jeremy asked in a Southern twang. Hotch shut his phone and burst out the door just as the rest of his team showed up.

"Penelope, please tell me you brought your laptop," he begged. She nodded frantically.

"Um, yes, of course I did, sir. It's right here," she said, patting her shoulder bag.

"Great. Penelope, I need you to watch Jack for me," he said. She nodded and slipped past him into the apartment. Just as they were about to leave, Penelope stopped Hotch.

"Make sure my little pussycat is okay, got it?" she asked. He nodded and locked the door behind him.

"Auntie Penelope, what's going on?" Jack asked, a small tear forming in his eye. Penelope went to wipe it off.

"Everything's going to be okay, honey. I promise," she said.

-With the team-

Hotch furiously drove to Emily's apartment, swerving in and out of lanes and speeding past red lights. He must've collected at least four or five flashes as he raced to her place.

"Garcia, we need you to trace that call," Rossi spoke to Garcia.

"Of course. I'm already on it, sir," she said, voice shaky. Hotch's cell rang again.

"Winters, if you touch her, I'll destroy you," Hotch said, his voice filled with contempt.

"Oh, don't worry. I'll touch her. Everywhere," Jeremy replied darkly. Hotch heard a squelching noise and Emily's scream.

"Emily!" he yelled into the phone, knowing it was pointless.

"Ah, I see you're worried for her. Well, you better hurry, Agent Hotchner. If you want to save your little girlfriend, that is," Jeremy quipped before hanging up.

"God damn it," Hotch muttered under his breath.

"Pace yourself, Aaron. We'll get there in time. I promise," Rossi said after giving instructions to Garcia.

Hotch sped towards the parking lot and braked the car to a stop with a screeching halt. Not bothering to put on his flak jacket for safety, he ran into the apartment building, gun drawn.

"JJ, you and Morgan go around her apartment just in case he tries to make a break for it. Reid, come with me," Rossi directed. Reid followed Rossi and jogged inside the apartment, following Hotch.

JJ and Morgan crept silently to the back. Morgan pulled out a pair of binoculars.

"Holy hell, JJ. Look," he said, pointing upwards and handing the binoculars to JJ.

She brought them to her eyes and peered through them. She gasped deeply. Jeremy was holding a gun to Emily's back, propping what seemed like her already lifeless body up on his knee.

"Don't you think she'd brought a gun?" Morgan asked, his face burning with fury.

"I have no idea what went wrong. I could understand why she almost froze with Doyle, but why now? This guy doesn't have a mob dressed in gay black costumes following him around everywhere. He doesn't have trained snipers, and he definitely isn't part of a cult. What the hell is going on?" JJ asked out loud.

-With Hotch, Reid, and Rossi-

Hotch stopped in front of Emily's apartment. He heard beating and yelling coming from inside. Had nobody called the police? He held his gun straight out in front of him, ready to face Jeremy.

Reid and Rossi finally caught up to Hotch, their guns drawn as well.

Hotch motioned for the two men to move backwards. He placed his hand on the door, then turned to his two colleagues.

"Guys, I need to do this," Hotch said. The two men nodded, still with their guns drawn.

"No, I mean, alone," Hotch said, making a daring move. There was no turning back and asking them to stay now. Reid's jaw dropped, but Rossi nodded slowly. He respected his chief and his friend, so he lowered his gun and walked away.

Reid walked away as well after a few seconds. Hotch lifted his leg and smashed through the door as hard as possible.

Jeremy looked up, frozen and eyes wide in shock. Hotch raised his gun and almost shot him if it wasn't for the fact that Jeremy was now holding the gun to Emily's head.

"Jeremy, let her go," Hotch demanded. Emily whimpered in fear.

"Sorry Agent Hotchner. She was mine first," Jeremy spat. He turned the direction of his gun and aimed it at Hotch.

"After I'm done with you, bastard, I'm killing this bitch next," Jeremy smirked.

A single shot rang out.

Author's Note: Mwahaha. Mwahahaha. Mwhahahahahah! Who shot who? Is Emily going to die? I don't know. Why don't you have a little conversation with that blue review button right there?