"NOOOOOOOO!" JJ screams, dropping to her knees.

Hotch, confused, drops down and grabs her. "JJ! What's wrong? What's going on?"

JJ is hyperventilating as she listens to the conversation between Doyle and her wife. "Ian…D—Doyle…has her…has…Em—Emily."

Hotch frowns as several others run over. "Ian Doyle? The weapons dealer?" JJ nods. "Why would he take Emily?"

Director Ryder steps forward. "I think I can answer that." He looks at the other agents. "Meeting over. Straus, Hotch, Jennifer, let's step back inside the conference room."

JJ shakes her head. "NO! We have to go! We have to!"

Hotch pulls out his phone. "What's the address, JJ?" She tells him. "Morgan, get the team and get to the clinic. Emily's been kidnapped. Get Garcia tracing her phone and car. Hurry."

He gives Morgan the address and helps JJ to her feet. Together he and Straus get her into the conference room and into a seat. Ryder starts to pace.

"What do you know of Emily's postings before she arrived at the BAU?" the director asks them.

"She was in Chicago but wanted to move up in the Bureau," Straus answers. "She'd been part of a couple of task forces and showed promise."

"Fucking LIES!" JJ shouts. "She was with Interpol. Her entire fucking history with the FBI is bullshit!"

Ryder stares at her a moment. "She showed you, didn't she?"

"She had to. To protect me and Henry."

"Emily Prentiss was recruited temporarily from the Chicago Office by the CIA to join a task force with Interpol. She went undercover as an arms dealer named Lauren Reynolds in hopes of reaching an arms dealer known as Valhalla. Interpol knew Ian Doyle was the step below Valhalla but no one had been able to get that close. Until Emily."

"They made her into a fucking pawn. They trained her how to attract him, both professionally and personally." JJ stands and glares at the director. "And she did exactly what you needed her to do. She got to Valhalla. The fucking task force was too dumb to know Doyle was the man they were after the whole God damned time!"

"You're right. It was the best kept secret in the arms world. Until Lauren, no one knew. When Doyle was taken down, Lauren Reynolds 'died' in a car crash. That should have been the end of it."

"How the fuck did Doyle get free? How did he get here? Who the fuck should have known this?" JJ demands.

"I can swear to you, Jennifer, I will find out," Ryder vows.

Hotch takes JJ's arm. "Let's go see what Morgan found at the scene."

JJ stares at the director a moment longer before allowing Hotch to lead her away.

Morgan, Reid and Rossi are silent as they race towards the fertility center. They see the police gathered around Emily's Lexus when they pull in. Even worse, they see the yellow tarp being lowered to the ground, obviously to cover a body.

"Oh, my God," Reid mumbles.

"Dio, protegga la sua," Rossi mutters as he crosses himself.*

They leap out of their SUV and flash their credentials. Morgan moves right to the body lying beside the driver's door of Emily's vehicle. He looks at the officer.

"May I? She may be one of ours."

The officer nods. Morgan takes a deep breath and slowly lifts the tarp. His head drops in relief as he sees it's not Emily. He looks to Reid and Rossi.

"Not her."

"Then where the hell is she?" Reid asks, looking around.

Rossi points to the clinic. "They have cameras. I'll go see about getting a look."

Morgan looks around while still on the ground. He points. "Reid…Emily's phone and purse are here."

"This wasn't a mugging it was a kidnapping. He wanted her, Morgan. We need to find out who and why," Reid states.

Morgan nods as he stands. As they prepare to head inside, they see Hotch tearing into the parking lot. JJ, Straus, Ryder and Hotch get out of the Tahoe. JJ sees the body covered on the ground.

"NOOO!"

She screams and races forward. Morgan leaps in front of her catching her in his arms.

"JJ!"

"NO! LET ME SEE HER! MORGAN, LET ME THE FUCK GO!"

Morgan fights to hold the frantic woman. Reid races over and grabs JJ's hands.

"JJ! It's NOT Emily! JENNIFER! LISTEN TO ME! It's not her!"

JJ finally stops struggling. She stares into Reid's eyes. "It's…it's not?"

"I swear to you, JJ. It's not her."

JJ's legs give out and she would have fallen if Morgan didn't still have her in his arms. He carries her to a nearby bench and sits her down. His phone rings and he sees it's Rossi. He puts it on speaker so everyone can hear.

"Yeah, Rossi?"

"They didn't even try to hide their identities. Garcia should be able to get facial recognition on most of them."

JJ buries her face in her hands. "It's Ian Doyle and his goons. FUCK!" She looks up at Hotch. "He'll kill her, Hotch. He thinks she caused the death of his son. He's going to kill her after she gives birth. And if she loses that baby he'll kill her sooner and go after Henry. We have to find them. We have to find them soon!"

Hotch kneels down and stares into JJ's eyes. "First of all, he will never get a chance at Henry. I promise you that. Secondly, we're going to find her before she gives birth. He will not get either of your children and he will notkill Emily Prentiss. I swear to you." He looks to Morgan's phone. "Dave, get Garcia on the phone with the clinic. She'll be able to find what we need on those tapes."

"Right." Rossi disconnects to call the technical analyst.

Hotch looks at JJ. "Let's get back to the BAU. We can contact the CIA and Interpol." He looks up at the director. "Sir, anything you can do to get rid of the fucking red tape is needed."

Ryder nods. "You have the full support of my office. Anything you need from information to ammunition you will have." He sighs. "Agent Jareau, if you like, I can contact Elizabeth and Gerald."

JJ stares at him but finally shakes her head. "No…it should come from me. But thank you, sir."

"Of course."

JJ looks at Hotch. "I want security at the house."

Hotch nods. "Of course. Morgan, get on it. Make sure Garcia vets any agent who gets the assignment. See if we can get Francesca and Henry moved to secure housing on Quantico for the duration of this search. Have JJ's home phone rerouted to a line at the office in case Emily or Doyle try to call it."

"Got it." Morgan makes the call to the head of agency security.

They all head back to Quantico, JJ silent and shaking the entire trip. Emily had shared her fears about Doyle with her. JJ knows Doyle won't care about Emily's health and well-being during her pregnancy. He may care about the child, but he won't care about the mother. JJ squeezes her eyes shut, trying to will the scary images out of her head but failing miserably.

"Oh, Emily…where are you, baby? Hang on for me. Please," she whispers.

Straus reaches over and takes JJ's hand, trying to offer as much strength and comfort as she can to the distraught woman.

*God, protect her. Per Babylon Translator