A/N: Hey guys back again : ) I've been trying to think of a good way to write this chapter because it really needs to be told a certain way, so each part will flip back and forth between Emily and Ian because really you need to see both of their views for this chapter. Oh, If anyone noticed the new song "Criminal" by Britney Spears fits Emily and Ian's relationship PERFECTLY…. Even if you hate Britney you should listen. I'm thinking about making a music vid to it. Either that song or Judas by Lady G… Either one fits. Actually I have a whole playlist that does…..Lol Anyyyyways… Here goes!

Well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
Well I'm going home

Chris Daughtry – "Home"

Emily

She could feel his eyes boring into hers… icy pools that could wake the dead. Her eyes fluttered and she could see men with machine guns walking around. She could see five people tied to chairs in the room opposite her. And she could see… Ian. She started to cry and laugh at the same time. She reached up to touch his face and he kissed her hand.

"Emily? Emily are you alright? Can you stand?" He asked urgently, holding her hand tightly between both of his. He looked so upset, worried, and very, very pissed off. Emily looked around again the five people were four men and that woman. They looked scared.

"Emily, did you hear me? Can you stand?" Ian asked squeezing her hand tightly to get her attention. Tears still flowed from her eyes as she laughed hysterically again.

"I—I th-thought you weren't coming! I—I was giving u—" She was interrupted.

"Emily. I will always come for you. Always." He said firmly, kissing her hand again, reaching down to brush the dirty, sweaty hair away from her eyes and used his thumb to wipe her tears away. She felt like a baby, but all she could do was sob. She had been ready to give up that he was coming for her.

"Love, I need you to focus. Can you stand? Can you walk? We need to get you home. Dr. Scott is waiting for you at the Villa." Ian said brushing her hair with his hand.

"They—I think my ankle's broken…" She said breathing heavily, trying to calm down.

Ian's eyes glazed over, with something that Emily had only ever seen in him twice in her life. It was not good. He stood up slowly. Emily started to panic.

"Ian—"

"Hold on, Love. Plug your ears. It's going to get a little loud." He said quietly. He took a pistol out of his jacket. He walked over to the first man and put a bullet right into the man's ankles… and the next man…then the woman… then the other two men, before he turned back around to the Emmett, his new right hand man.

"Take care of these…" He nodded back to the five people now bleeding onto the concrete, screaming. Emmett nodded. He bent down next to her again pulling her hands away from her ears.

"Put your arms around my neck, Love." He said, noticing the many injection holes that dotted the crooks of her elbows. She did. She wrapped her arms around him and felt his arms slide underneath her and scoop her up. He may look older, but she couldn't help but give him props for staying in shape. It came in handy… He carried her out of the concrete room, the first time she'd left it in 2 weeks, but it seemed like a lifetime. He carried her past other men with guns that littered the corridor and out into the sun. She had to blink several times to get her eyes to adjust. After the harsh blinding light they'd kept on her, the soft sunset felt like a gentle nightlight… Ian carried her to a waiting limousine, where a driver opened the door for them and Ian went to set her down on the seat. The black leather felt like a feather mattress to her aching body.

"Ian, don't leave me!" She said frantically as he placed her down and stood back up. He paused.

"Love, I need to finish this. I'll be right back. I swear to you I will be back." He said bending down to stick his head in the car to kiss her forehead. "Just relax. Have you had anything to eat or drink today? He said motioning to the mini bar, "There's water and some food in the bar there. Eat something and by the time you're done, I'll be back to take you home."

"I haven't eaten at all. I—I never ate anything." She stammered, a little confused as to how she was still alive… One of those injections must have been dietary supplements. Once again, Ian's eyes glazed over.

"I'll be back, Emily." He said shutting the door a little harder than necessary.

She bent down and opened the mini fridge and grabbed a bottle of water with her good hand. She'd not even told him about her broken hand. Better off to save that for the doctor to find. She certainly didn't want to tell him anything else. She knew what was happening to those people. She didn't really condone torture on anyone, but… she couldn't do anything for those people anyways. Their fate had been sealed the minute they'd taken her. Better to leave the emotional scarring for those were already close to emotional bankruptcy anyways. She let the cold water flood her raspy, parched throat. She closed her eyes and waited. Ian was here now. She was going home…

Ian

Ian had never felt so irate in his whole life. He was blacking out. He slammed the door of the car a little harder than he'd intended. Not ate… Not ate anything… Broken ankle, among others he imagined…Raped by two men while she was unconscious… while she couldn't even fight back… He strode back into the warehouse and down the hallway to the concrete room. Emmett and his men had done a good job so far. The five people were bleeding profusely from various wounds, some gun shots, some not. They were close to within an inch of their lives, easily.

He walked over to the woman, grabbing her by the hair, forcing her to look at him.

"Hello, Casey. We finally meet. Liam always talked about you; he said you were the most hot headed woman in your family… He didn't tell me that you were also the stupidest." He said chuckling.

"My brother is dead because of you!" She said wheezily, spitting at him. He stepped aside as Miller took the butt end of a Galil to her solar plexus. She sputtered gasping for air, wind being knocked out of her.

"You're brother was a loyal friend to me. But, he knew the consequences of this lifestyle. They all do." He said waving an arm at the six men behind him.

"Yeah, well look where it got him…dead." She whispered breathily.

"Well, soon you'll join him." Ian said smiling wickedly. "But, before you do. Would you mind pointing out which stupid bastards raped my wife?" He asked feigning confusion. He inserted the word "Wife" just for added dramatic.

"Th-that was just for—for the tape." She rasped, panicky.

"Oh I know. It doesn't really matter though. You crossed a line my dear. And I intend to make you pay for it… Say hello to brother in hell for me." He said pointing a gun right at her crotch. He nodded at the other five men behind him, who all took aim as well. The screams that followed the gunshots were loud, but short lived. Those who didn't die within minutes were taken care of soon after, bullet the head. Execution style. He didn't have time to wait, although the sadist in him wanted to draw it out long and painfully. Emily needed him. And these scum sucking bastards weren't worth his time. Putting his gun back into his jacket he and his men picked up the shell casings and cleared out. Within minutes he was opening the car door…

Emily was lying down, cradling her left hand against her chest. Ian slid onto the seat opposite hers and took a deep breath. It was finally over. He looked over her slender body, checking for obvious injuries. She was pin-thin, but the bulge in her stomach was much more prominent than the last time he'd seen her. Her face was caked with dried blood from cuts on her cheek bones, mouth, and forehead. Bruises littered her face and arms. The way she was cradling her hand, suggested there was something wrong with it, her fingertips were bloody messes; he snorted, he should have known she would have bitten her nails to the point of no return.

He paused his visual assessment when he got to her legs. He was almost never scared of anything in his life, but he was literally terrified to see what was under her dress. Those bastards had got off fucking easy, to him anyways. He poured himself a glass of single malt from the mini bar. He needed a drink; his nerves were still riding the killing edge.

He didn't want Declan to see her like this. The boy had been a nervous wreck since Emily had gone missing. He kicked himself repeatedly. He should have never left them alone unprotected. Emily had warned him about this. This was the kind of thing she obsessed about his life, the kind of thing that often led to their arguments. He was a fool. He should never—

"Ian?" Emily said quietly, her eyes fluttering open. She tried to prop herself up, to no avail.

"Lay still, Love. We're almost home." He said hoarsely. She laid back down, her brown eyes looking at him intensely.

"Ian? How's Declan? Is he okay? They didn't—" She asked her voice cracking

"No. They didn't take him. He's fine. He's with Penelope at the house." Ian said, taking another sip from the ice filled glass of whiskey.

"Oh god. Garcia! She's probably—does she know about you? How is she?" Emily asked frantically. Ian sighed. She was not going to relax like he'd asked her to.

"Emily, calm down. Please. You might have internal injuries, and your blood pressure will affect the baby. Please. I will answer all your questions, just one at a time." He said sternly.

"Ian!—" She started to yell.

"Emily! Calm. Yourself. Now. I won't tell you again. Don't make me have the doctor sedate you until you're cleared to throw fits again." Ian said exasperatedly. Woman had the listening skills of a 3 year old sometimes…

A look of sickness came over her when he'd mentioned sedating her. Maybe that had been the wrong thing to say. Oh well, she wouldn't listen anyways.

"Now, to answer your questions: Yes Garcia does know about me, and to answer your next question, No the BAU does not. We came to the agreement that telling them about your current situation would impede with their ability to deal with their current cases." He paused before continuing, watching her sigh in what he assumed was relief. "And to answer your last question, Penelope is fine, she very worried about you, but she is okay. She's done an excellent job helping with Declan as well." He said smiling at her reassuringly. She in return gave him a small smile back.

He took her hand, her right one, and kissed it. The car came to a stop in front of the gate, as the gates opened.

"Welcome home, Love."