Madly flipping through my notes. Where did I end it last week? Oh, yes. Jack is on a nature walk and Emily is hanging out chilling. Sounds rather mundane doesn't it? But with this group nothing is mundane or ordinary. Now on with the show.

The team sat around the conference table looking absolutely miserable. The deadline was long gone and they had not heard from Doyle or Emily. They had no idea what to do next. The faucet factory had yielded no clues to where Doyle had taken Jack and Emily. It was like the three of them had vanished into thin air. This did not sit well with any of them.

Garcia was the first to break the silence. "Are we sure Emily isn't hiding out with Jack?" She asked hopefully, not wanting to think about the other possibility. Morgan burst her bubble.

"We're sure," he said. "Emily would have found a way to contact us by now. Doyle has her." He spat out the last three words.

"He's going to kill her, isn't he?" She gulped.

"Eventually," Rossi said. "Emily is his stressor. Once she reveals Declan location and fetches him, its over for her. But we know her. She's going to stall as long as she can and if she can't, Emily will take it to her grave."

"Is Declan still safe?" JJ asked.

"He is," Hotch said. "Agent Kohler has moved Declan and Louise to another location. I have surveillance in place on the house and the boarding school in case Doyle shows up at either one. It's a long shot." He frowned.

Rossie leaned forward. "What's bothering you, Hotch?"

"I should have told Emily that we had found Declan. We could have lured him into a trap."

"Prentiss wasn't planning on getting caught," Rossi pointed out.

"But she did."

"And Doyle could have eluded our trap. Playing 'what if' isn't going to help us get Jack and Emily back."

On the table Hotch's cell phone rang. He grabbed it. "Aaron Hotchner." He jumped to his feet, startling everyone. "What? I'll be right there."

The team looked at him as he ended the call. "That was the Fairfax police. They have Jack."

Everyone started talking at once. How? Where? Was Emily with him? Is he okay?

Hotch attempted to answer all their questions.

"They're not sure. He popped out of some woods and scared the bejeezers out of a woman doing her gardening her backyard."

"No. He was alone."

"He's fine."

Rossi stood up. "Enough questions." He looked at Hotch. "Let's go get your son."

As the team made their way to the elevator, JJ took a quick detour to her desk. Curious Garcia followed her and watched her pull a sheaf of folded papers from a desk drawer.

"What are those?" she asked.

JJ jumped. "Penelope, you scared me."

"What are those?" She pressed.

JJ glanced at the papers in her hand. "They are Emily's Medical Power of Attorney and Living Will."

Garcia gasped and put a hand over her heart. "You think you are going to need them?"

JJ sighed. "I certainly hope not. I've invoked them once this year and I really don't want to do it a second time."

Garcia peered closer at her. "I sense a 'but' in there."

"I have a bad feeling about this."

Emily lost track of time as she stood leaning back against the wall, eyes intently watching the door. She knew she had one shot at this and had to make the most of it. The sound Doyle's cursing alerted her to his presence. She pushed away from the wall, balanced on the balls of her feet and waited, feeling the adrenaline starting to surge through her veins.

He barreled through the door, gun clenched in one fist. Emily propelled herself forward, tackling him around the knees. The hit lifted him off his feet and he hit the floor flat on his back. The gun went flying. Emily grunted from the impact and used her momentum to roll to her knees and deliver a left cross to Doyle's jaw, stunning him.

Spotting the gun she dove for it. As she flew past, Doyle's hand shot out, ensnared her ankle and jerked her off her feet. She went down with a thud, chin bouncing off the floor and bringing tears unbidden to her eyes. Doyle yanked her back away from the gun. She rolled onto her side and when Doyle went for the gun, she drew back her leg and kicked him squarely in the face. With a cry of pain he reared back on his knees hands flying up to his bloody nose.

Taking advantage of his distress Emily got on her hands and knees and started crawling toward the gun. Behind her Doyle roared in anger and lunged. Just as her fingers grazed the grip Doyle landed on her, knocking her flat on the floor and snatched up the gun. Emily grabbed his gun hand and drove her other elbow into his stomach. His breath left with a whoosh and his finger twitched firing the gun and burying the bullet in the wall.

Doyle rolled off her and she went with him, wrapping her other hand around the weapon. Emily ended up straddling Doyle as they wrestled for control of the gun. Realizing she would never break his grip with one bad hand, Emily switched tactics. Instead she would concentrate on turning the barrel of the gun toward him and away from her.

The gun went off. The bullet tore through Emily's right shoulder and into the ceiling. She felt nothing. The adrenaline flowing through her washed away the pain. Using her position on top of Doyle to her advantage Emily wrapped her legs around his and using his body as anchor, she put her weight behind her hands. She leaned in pushing down as hard as she could while twisting the gun in his hands. Doyle's face was bright red from his efforts to keep the muzzle away from his chest. A smile of triumph appeared on her lips then it was replaced by a look of dismay when her bad hand slipped. The gun turned.

BAM!

Hotch didn't recognize his son at first when he literally ran into the Fairfax Police Station. There was a little boy sitting on a desk covered in something black with leaves and twigs sticking out in every direction. It looked he had been rolling in a mud puddle. Then the boy smiled and yelled daddy at the top of his lungs.

"Jack!"

Jack launched himself at his father who caught him in midair and crushed him to his chest. A puff of coal dust tickled Hotch's nose and he sneezed.

"Are you okay, Buddy?" He asked and could feel Jack nodding against his shoulder.

While Hotch got reacquainted with his son, Rossi took the Police Chief to one side. "Any idea from where he came from?"

Chief Andrews shook his head. "No clue. Those woods cover over five acres and it butts up to at least a hundred properties."

"Did Jack say anything to you?"

"He kept asking for his father."

Rossi pulled out two pictures. "Have you seen either of these people?"

Chief Andrews studied both pictures carefully before handing them back. "I haven't. Who are they?"

"This is Ian Doyle who is wanted for kidnapping that young boy there and the other is Agent Emily Prentiss who went missing while searching for Jack. We're afraid Doyle is holding her captive."

Suddenly the room was filled with sobbing. With no warning Jack had burst into tears.

"What's wrong, Buddy?" Hotch asked his son as he sat in the chair JJ had pulled out for him. He maneuvered Jack around on his lap so he could see him more clearly.

"She's gonna to be mad at me," he wailed.

"Emily?"

He nodded and hiccupped. "She gonna be mad cause I got lost." Another hiccup. "She wanted me to remember where I came from and I can't."

Hotch pulled his son into another hug. He said gently, "Oh, Jack. Emily isn't going to be mad at you."

He sniffed. "She's not?"

"No, she's not. Emily is going to be proud of you."

"She is?"

"Yup," Hotch said, wiping away a stray tear. His finger came back black. "You got away and found me. That's what she wanted you to do."

"Oh."

"Now don't you worry. We'll find Emily and bring her home. We are a lot closer than we were before."

Morgan knelt next to the chair. "Hey, Little Man, can you tell us everything that happened to you?"

Jack nodded and launched into his tale. He told them how Doyle had grabbed him and how he was nice to him one minute and scary the next. He happily described Emily finding him and her letting him see her scar, which was so cool. He proudly told them that Emily had asked him to be her backup. Everyone smiled at that.

He grew serious. He recounted how Doyle had surprised them, had pushed Emily down and then he didn't see her for hours. When he finally did, she had blood on her face. Reid mouthed tire iron to JJ. He then boasted about kicking Doyle in the shins. Hotch winced at that. His son didn't know how close he had come to being abused by Doyle. Since there wasn't a mark on him, Emily must have defused the situation. Probably took it on herself, he thought.

He described the odd way Emily and Doyle had talked which had involved throwing her around. "You're not supposed to hit girls," he said vehemently.

"No, you're not." Hotch agreed and urged his son to continue.

He told them that Emily was asleep when Doyle had brought her in and that she hadn't awakened until morning. The team exchanged uneasy looks. Emily had to have suffered a concussion to be out that long. When she did wake up she had been sick. Jack wrinkled his nose. He also said that when she had stood up, she had trouble walking. JJ fingered the papers in her pocket. She didn't like the feeling that she might have to use them after all.

"How did you get out, Buddy?" Hotch asked, trying to speed Jack along.

His son grinned. "A coal chute."

"A coal chute?" His father echoed.

"Yup. Em'ly had me climb up it."

"That explains the black dust," Rossi observed.

"That means they're in a house," Reid said eagerly. "And it has to be an old one."

Chief Andrews spoke up. "That's not going to help. Half the houses here have coal chutes."

"Oh," Reid said in disappointment.

"Then what did you do?"

Jack went on to tell them how Emily had told him to hide up in a tree, how Doyle had come looking for him and when he had given up, Jack made his escape. He skipped quickly over his mad dash through the woods. It still scared him when he thought about it.

Reid frowned. "Jack, can we go back to where you ran into the wall?"

"Sure."

"Was it a wall that was part of a fence or was it a building?"

"Building," Jack said immediately.

"Reid, where are you going with this?" Rossi asked puzzled.

Reid ignored him. "Was it big or small?"

"Small."

"Was there anything on the ground around it?"

Jack thought. "A bunch of stones like the ones I see when we go visit Mommy."

"Guys, I think Jack ran into a mausoleum," Reid said excitedly. "He must have stumbled into a family cemetery."

Hotch looked at his son intently. "Jack, was there a name on the building?"

"Uh huh. I couldn't read it but…" He grinned broadly. "I memorized the letters."

Reid slid a piece of paper over. "Could you write them down for me?"

"Sure," Jack said. He picked up the pencil and carefully printed them in large block letters. Reid read them upside down.

He turned to the Police Chief. "Crowninshield."

Chief Andrews blinked. "They were one of the early settlers. The house is still standing but it has been deserted since the last Crowninshield died ten years ago."

Hotch grinned and hugged his son. "You did it, Buddy! You found Emily."

Jack looked surprised. "I did?"

He laughed. "You did. We now know exactly where Emily is." Hotch set his son on his feet and stood up. No one commented on the Jack size coal imprint on the front of his once pristine white shirt.

Hotch turned to JJ and said, "Could you call Jessica for me and let her know what's going on and see if she can come and pick up Jack?"

"Sure."

Jack wrapped his arms around his father's leg. "Where are we going, Daddy?"

"You're going to stay here with Uncle Spencer and Aunt JJ. Uncle Derek, Uncle Dave and I are going after Emily."

Jack looked up at him with eyes brimming with tears. "Hurry, Daddy. I'm afraid that Mr. Doyle is going to hurt Em'ly again."

BAM!

Emily and Doyle stared at each other in surprise. Doyle coughed and a speckling of blood appeared on his lips. His face softened and Emily saw the man she had fallen in love with all those years ago.

"Emily?"

"Yes, Ian?"

Doyle looked up at her hopefully. "Is he happy?"

Emily smiled. "Very much. He has a mother and father who love him. He's an honor student, loves playing lacrosse and has been winning a bunch of science fair awards."

As Doyle smiled a trickle of blood ran down his chin. "Do you visit him?"

She shook her head as she gently wiped the blood away. "No. I watch him from afar. He's better off not having either of us in his life."

He coughed up some more blood. "I only wanted to be a good father," he said so softly that Emily had to lean closer to hear.

"I know," she whispered and watched the light fade from his eyes.

Emily released her grip on the gun. Doyle's hand with the gun still clutched in it slid limply off his chest to the floor. With a sigh she rolled off his body onto her back and gazed up at the bullet hole in the ceiling idly wondering where it came from.

"It's over," she whispered to herself. "It's finally over. Maybe now I can sleep now." She let her eyes drift close.

The adrenalin rush that had sustained her during the fight faded and all the pain she had locked away in her mind came flooding back. Her right shoulder flared in agony.

"Ow," she groaned and opened her eyes.

She touched the shoulder with her good hand and pulled it back. She blinked at her blood-covered hand.

"You bastard," she muttered to the dead man. "You freaking shot me." She replaced the hand and applied pressure to the wound.

She should get up. She should get up and find some help. If she stayed here she would probably bleed to death before anyone found her. Emily painfully raised her head and looked at the stairs and her way out. It looked so far away and she was tired, so very tired. She let her head sink back to the floor. Maybe if I rested for a bit I'll have the energy to get up. Lethargy seeped into her bones and muscles. I'll just close my eyes for a few minutes, she decided. Emily sighed and let herself go.

Morgan was the first one down the stairs. He froze on the bottom step gawking at the two motionless bodies lying side by side on the floor.

"No! No! No! Not again!" he cried out, holstering his gun and rushing over to Emily's side. His mind flashed back to that night in the warehouse when he had thought he had been sixty seconds too late.

He knelt next to her. Looking at her battered and bloody body he knew that this time he was too late. Slowly and timidly he reached passed the bloody shoulder to rest his fingers on the side of her neck.

Emily's eyes shot open and her hand clamped onto his wrist. "Morgan?" she whispered.

Morgan squeaked in surprise and fell back onto his butt. He shook his head in relief. "Shit, Prentiss, we got to stop meeting like this."

A smile tugged at her lips. "Okay. Next time you can do the bleeding and I'll do the hand holding."

He smiled back. "Deal." He gently loosens her grip on his wrist so that he could slip his hand into hers. With his other he accepted the towel that Rossi had dug up and pressed it against her bleeding shoulder.

"Sorry," he apologized when she grimaced. Emily nodded and squeezed his hand.

Rossi leaned in and whispered in Morgan's ear. "The paramedics are on their way. They should be here in a few minutes."

Morgan nodded his thanks, never taking his eyes off of Emily. Rossi patted him on the shoulder, smiled at her and stepped back.

Emily rolled her head to one side. "Is it over? Is he dead?" she asked of Hotch who was bending over Doyle's body.

"He is."

She closed her eyes. "Good," she mumbled and then slowly reopened them. "Hotch?"

"Yes, Emily?" he asked coming to kneel at her other side.

"You have a brave little boy. You should be proud of him."

Hotch smiled. "I am. I'm proud of you too."

Emily made a phish sound to brush off the compliment. Her eyes closed again.

Morgan stiffened and squeezed her hand. "Open your eyes, Emily. Stay with me."

She did and the corner of her mouth curled up into a smile. "I'm not going anywhere except to the hospital."

Morgan grinned and let out a chuckle. "What? No arguments? No flashes of the famous Prentiss stubbornness?"

"Not this time. I'm too tired to argue," she said weakly. "Ride with me in the ambulance?"

"Absolutely. I'm not letting go of your hand this time."

Emily let out a soft laugh. "I think you'll have to at some point. I don't think they'll let you in the operating room."

"Probably but I'll stick with you as long as I can. Okay?"

"Okay," she mumbled. "I need Rossi," she said suddenly.

Rossi moved into her line of sight. "I'm right here, Emily," he said softly.

She frowned up at him. "Not you," she said dismissively. "He's in the other room."

The three men exchanged worried looks. Was she delirious?

Morgan rested the back of his hand against her forehead. "She's a little warm but it's not high enough for her to be imagining things. Maybe it is a symptom of a concussion?"

"Possible," Hotch said. He pointed to the room. "This one?"

"Yes," she answered with a slow nod.

"I'll get him," Hotch said humoring her.

He stood up and walked into the room Emily indicated. At first glance the room appeared empty then he spotted the stuffed animal against the far wall. Walking over he scooped it up and saw it was the red panda Jack had bought at the zoo. It looked like it had a rough go of it like Jack and Emily. The animal's white fur was smudged with dirt that couldn't be brushed away. Could this be what Emily was referring to? He shrugged and went back out.

"This?" he asked, showing her the panda.

Emily smiled in relief. "That's him." Rossi raised a curious eyebrow at his namesake.

"Guys," she said, looking up at their anxious faces. "If you don't mind I think I'm going to pass out now. See you later?"

They nodded and Emily promptly did.

I was going to go with the classic 'Ding dong the dude is dead. Which old dude? The gun running dude. Ding dong the dude is dead.' Oops I guess I did go with it. Sorry for the bad rhyming. Hope ya'll enjoyed it. I hate to say this but the story is winding down. Not too chapters left. Do not fear I have plans for another. Do check back next week for the latest installment. Til then.