When they had left the clinic parking lot Doyle's vehicles had driven south, getting into more rural areas. Emily is confused when they pull over to the side of the road until two more vehicles pull up. She is escorted to the first one again and squeezed in between two of Doyle's men. She glances back and sees the first SUV's are left behind. They look nothing like the ones they are in now so there is no chance the police could stop them just by chance.
After a mile, the men use a cut through to turn back north. Emily tries to watch where they are going. One man grins evilly at her.
"Watch all you want, lassie, won't do you any good."
Emily just glares at him. Inside her stomach is in turmoil. She coaches herself to keep her mind off how dire her situation really is.
"Breathe, Emily. Don't show them fear. Put the fear away. From this point on everything you do is about survival for you and for your baby. Breathe, keep your blood pressure steady, slow your heart rate. Everything will be okay. You were on the phone with Jen so they will be looking for you. And she knows about the safe. She can get enough info to them that even if they run into brick walls Garcia will know what to be hacking for. The team will find you. They will find you and…oh, shit…an airfield."
The two SUVs pull into a hangar at a private air strip in Manassas. She is hustled out of the car and over to an airplane. She starts to struggle when they near the steps. Doyle's voice makes everyone stop.
"Keep struggling, love, and you could lose the baby. Lose the baby, and your bitch loses her son."
Emily glares at Ian. His face betrays no emotions. She blinks first. He grins, recognizing he has won this showdown. He nods to his men who shove Emily towards the steps where this time she walks up without fighting.
Once on the plane she is pushed into a seat near the back of the 12 seat jet. To her surprise, Ian sits down beside her.
"Give me your hands," he orders.
Emily takes a deep breath and holds her hands out. He pulls out a pair of cuffs and secures them. He holds her left hand, his thumb ghosting over the wedding ring.
"Funny. You told me you weren't the type to wear a ring."
"Actually, Lauren wasn't the type to wear a ring," she clarifies.
With a sneer he rips the ring from her finger, ignoring her wince of pain as he dislocates her knuckle.
"You won't be needing this ever again…Lauren." He rips open her blouse at the neck. "Where is my necklace?"
She stares into his eyes, her own betraying nothing but hatred. "I flushed it down the toilet the first chance I got."
He backhands her. "Liar!"
She slowly turns back towards him, a trickle of blood coming from her mouth. She smiles evilly. "Why would I keep that piece of tin?"
He punches her, her head slamming into the side of the plane. He sees she's dazed. "Time to take a nap, love."
He punches her once more and she's out. He reaches a hand back to one of his men. He is handed a blindfold and ties it tightly over Emily's eyes. He is then handed rope so he can bind her arms tightly to her body and even bind her thighs close together to make walking hard and running nearly impossible. He stands and looks at the man in the next seat.
"Watch her. Don't think for a minute she's not capable of getting out of those ropes and chains."
The man nods and pulls out his gun. Doyle grabs it and smacks the man in the face with it.
"You're gonna shoot her in an airplane? You're a fucking idiot. If she moves, club her upside the head and knock her out. Bloody idiot."
Doyle moves back to the front of the plane and sits down. His right hand man Liam stares at him.
"You should have killed her when you had a chance," Liam states.
"No. She owes me a child. And if she isn't really pregnant or she loses the one she's carrying," he smiles, his eyes like a serpent, "well, I'll get a chance to make one with her. She owes me, Liam. And one way or another, she's gonna deliver me a child."
Liam shakes his head. "She's a fucking FBI agent! The whole of the U.S. justice system will be after her!"
"So? Soon we'll be beyond their grasp. They can't touch us where we're going. Emily Prentiss will become Lauren Reynolds again until she gives me what I need. And then I'll let her precious Jennifer know where she can find the body."
Doyle holds up the wedding ring he had pulled from Emily's hand. He rolls it in the light, studying the design and the inscription inside. Liam shakes his head. As far as he's concerned Doyle's obsession with Lauren Reynolds could mean their death. And if Liam gets a chance he may have to end the obsession for their own good.
Twice during the flight Emily had started to wake up and twice she had been clubbed back unconscious. When she starts to wake the third time she knows she is in a bed. Her head is throbbing. She tries to bring her hand to the blindfold on her face but her hand won't comply. She gasps as she realizes she is bound spread eagle on a bed.
"You're awake. Good."
"I…Ian?"
"Yes, love. Tell me, should I call you Lauren or Emily?"
Emily bites her lip. "You want me to be Lauren. If you call me Emily it will ruin the fantasy for you. Emily is a lesbian in love with her wife. Lauren is straight and she loved…loves Ian Doyle."
She hears pacing but Doyle says nothing. She feels a hand stroke up her leg and forces herself to stay still; to not flinch. The hand continues to her stomach where it rubs her.
"Declan's mother tried to kill herself. She would rather be dead than give birth to my son. I kept her trussed up like this until he was born. What am I going to have to do to you…Lauren?"
"I want this child, Ian. I won't hurt myself or the baby," she promises, almost hating how weak her voice sounds.
She hears him walk away from the bed. "I guess we'll have to see," he says. Emily hears the door close and lock. She wills herself not to cry.
"Jennifer…I'm so sorry, baby. I love you. I swear I will do what I have to do to survive."
Emily has no idea how long she has been chained to the bed. At some point she had passed out again. A cool cloth on her head wakes her up. Someone is doctoring where she had been clubbed on the plane.
"Thank you," she murmurs.
"You're welcome, love," Doyle says.
Emily swallows. "Why…why are you doctoring my wounds but leaving me tied to the bed?"
"I still haven't decided if you're Emily or Lauren," he answers. "Until I know that, I'm hedging my bets, as they say in America."
He strokes a hand down her face. Emily remembers a time that his touch had actually sent shivers of excitement through her body.
"You…you may not believe this but…Lauren really did fall in love with you." She chuckles. "I've even had to talk about you to my shrink. Emily Prentiss has been a lesbian since she was 15. Lauren Reynolds was just supposed to trap you but something happened. She saw the man behind the dossier. I saw the man behind the dossier. It's something I still haven't reconciled within but Lauren was…I was in love with you."
Doyle slowly removes the blindfold from Emily's face. She blinks a few times as her eyes try to adjust to the sudden light after being in darkness for so long. Blue eyes bore into brown.
"How do I know you're not lying to me?"
She stares into his eyes. "You don't."
Doyle stares at her a few more minutes then gets up and leaves the room. Emily closes her eyes.
"I did love you. But now I despise you. It's Jennifer that has my heart. And I will do what I have to do to get back to her," Emily vows to herself.
A little while later a middle-aged woman enters the room. She places clean clothes on the chair beside the bed. She then unties Emily's wrists and ankles, freeing her from the bed. Emily slowly sits up.
"Thank you," she says. "Where am I?"
The woman doesn't answer, just goes into the attached bathroom to draw a bath for Emily. The agent stands and follows her. Her eyes flash the clothes on the chair and she inhales sharply. It is the outfit she had worn the day of the raid at Ian's villa. She swallows, realizing Ian was going to make her Lauren in every way. She steps into the bathroom.
"Please, can you tell me anything? How long have I been here? They took my watch. I don't even know the time," she begs for information. She tries the same questions in every language she knows.
When the woman turns from the bath she sees Emily speaking. She lifts her hand, covering first her ear, then her mouth and shaking her head: the universal symbol for a deaf-mute. Emily squeezes her eyes shut to block the tears that threaten to fall.
"You bastard. You know how many languages I know and the only way to keep me from communicating is a deaf-mute. Fucking clever, Ian."
A gentle hand takes her injured left hand. The woman traces a finger over the dislocated joint. She looks at Emily, points to it and makes a gesture showing that she wants to fix it. Emily slowly nods. She closes her eyes…and smothers the scream as the woman pops it back into place. She opens her eyes and sees the woman place some bath salts in the now full tub and gesture to it. Emily nods her thanks as the woman steps into the other room.
Emily slowly undresses and slides into the tub. Since the insemination she had noticed her body ached more now. When the water cools, she gets out and dries off. With no other options she puts on the white linen outfit. When she exits the bathroom she finds Ian waiting for her. He smiles at her.
"Hello, Lauren." He stands and runs a hand through her hair. "Is it always so dark?"
Emily nods. "Yes. It was lightened before to be more appealing to you."
He strokes a hand down her cheek. "And it will be again. Soon. You're going to become her again. In every way."
Emily commands herself not to flinch, not to shudder, when he leans in and kisses her along her neck. His hands caress her sides. She forces herself to bring her arms up and around him. He kisses his way to her neck.
"Still a bit stiff, Emily. But you're getting closer to her." He leans back and looks into her eyes. He takes one of her hands and places it on his crotch. He is not hard. "We'll both know when Lauren is really back."
He turns and walks out of the room. Emily sobs and sinks down to the floor. "I'm sorry, Jennifer. I'm sorry for what I might have to do. So, so sorry."