It has been two days since Emily was taken. Two days since JJ kissed her son goodbye, expecting to see him that night. Two days since she had heard the stoic Ambassador Prentiss collapse. Two days since she had devastated her own parents. Two days since her life feels like it has ended. She is staring out the window, an icy rain making patterns on the glass that her eyes don't see as she is lost in her own thoughts.

"Where are you, Emily? What has he done to you? Are you still alive? Please…please let him be after a replacement for Declan. If that's what he wants then you are alive. If he simply wants revenge we've lost you. God, Emily, I love you so much. Please fight to stay alive for me."

A hand on her shoulder causes her to jump. She turns to see the concerned face of Penelope Garcia.

"Hi," JJ says automatically.

Garcia winces at the dead tone in her best friend's voice. "We just got pizza. Come have a slice or two."

"I'm not hungry."

"JJ…Jennifer…you'll do her no good if you run yourself into the ground," Garcia points out.

"What good am I to her now?"

"Hey, don't be like that! You brought us the information we needed to track down the members of her task force. Sean and Tsia have been huge helps in tracking Ian Doyle's contacts in Europe. If we can just find that guy Clyde Easter we may even be closer to finding her."

"Yeah. Well, when we do let me know. Maybe then I can start believing we are close to finding her." JJ turns back to the window.

"I love you, you know?" JJ just nods. Garcia sighs and heads back to the conference room. "She won't come in, guys. I think we're losing her. I'm scared."

Morgan pulls her into a hug. Tsia watches the exchange and leaves the room. She walks across the bullpen to Hotch's office. She enters and closes the door behind her.

"When I first met Emily Prentiss I thought there was no way that chick was going to bring down Ian Doyle." JJ turns and glares at her. "She was hard, untrusting, and driven. I thought, 'She'll make a few bucks selling the weapons we get her and be gone.' I've never been more wrong in my life."

"Emily wouldn't turn that way," JJ says confidently.

"No, Emily wouldn't. But I was looking at Lauren Reynolds. She was one scary bitch. I actually asked Sean if he was sure she was on our side."

JJ can't help but smile at that.

Tsia steps closer. "I never got to know the Emily Prentiss you and your teammates know. But I will tell you the Emily Prentiss I know will do what she has to do to stay alive. And the entire time she's playing Doyle's game, she'll be thinking about you and about getting back into your arms. I'm not giving up until that moment comes. Are you?" she says challengingly.

JJ stares at the woman and finally smiles. "No…no I'm not giving up on her. Thank you for not coddling me the way everyone else has been. I know they mean well but I think I needed the tough love route."

Tsia smiles. "Good. Come on and get some pizza. Maybe we can find that bastard Easter and get him to answer a few questions for us."

JJ nods and follows Tsia back to the conference room. Everyone looks up as they walk in. JJ puts on a brave face.

"So…what have I missed?"

Hotch manages a small smile. "A few things. Grab a plate and I'll get you caught up."

JJ nods and grabs a slice of pizza. Her stomach feels like it may revolt but she forces herself to take a bite anyway. When the first bite stays down she keeps going. Hotch shows her the board detailing the members of the task force Emily was part of.

"One man, Jeremy Wolfe, was murdered last week. Sean knows a man in Boston that might be able to get us information on contacts Doyle has here in the states. He and Rossi are going to head up that way tomorrow. Elizabeth is pressing certain channels to track down Clyde Easter. He's the key to the whole task force. Everything went through him."

Tsia walks over. "And Clyde liked it that way. Emily nearly killed him once when he left her ass hanging out in the wind."

"Marcos San Mejia," JJ states.

Tsia raises an eyebrow in surprise. "She told you?"

"She told me some. She wanted to make sure I was safe if I ever had to run for my life. She never thought Doyle would take her and leave me out of it."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but if he took Emily, he considered taking you. My guess is he adapted his plan when he heard she was trying to get pregnant. Ian Doyle is meticulous. That's why we took so long setting up Emily's cover. And it's why we never realized he was actually Valhalla."

JJ starts to pace. "Emily got closer to him than anyone else ever did. And she lived to tell about it. Who other than Clyde Easter would have that info?"

Tsia shrugs. "Someone would have had to document it somewhere but it would have been under extreme security."

Garcia stiffens. "Oh, my God…I hacked it!"

Hotch spins around. "What?"

"When Phillipe had me, I hacked a database at the CIA that had a ghost drive to Interpol. I downloaded a bunch of information on undercover operatives."

JJ stares at her. "Did you see Emily?"

Garcia shakes her head. "No. Once it was downloading I went on to something else and just let it go. I was busy trying to leave crumbs for you all to find."

"Can you find it again?" Hotch pushes.

Garcia thinks. "Um, yeah…I think so. I mean, I did a lot of shit that day. But I can try."

"Do it. Maybe you hacking that ghost drive will draw Easter into the open."

Garcia nods and heads to her computer room to try to re-hack that database. After she leaves, JJ starts to pace.

"What happened to Doyle once he was taken down?" she asks.

"He was dealt to the North Koreans," Sean McAllister answers. "We're still trying to find out if they sold him to another country or to his own people. The officials will never talk so we may never know unless we find an underling who wants to turn."

"How did he find out who Emily really was?" JJ asks.

Tsia looks uncomfortable. "Jeremy Wolfe sold him the list of operatives on the task force. It was to be his…ourretirement package."

JJ glares at the woman. "Your…your retirement package?"

"I swear I didn't know. We were engaged but I never knew what he had planned to do. I don't know why he thought he could trust Doyle. I'm so sorry."

JJ stares at the woman. She looks to be telling the truth. But she was also a skilled liar. JJ slowly turns and walks away.

"So do we have anything at all?"

Hotch sighs. "Lots of possible threads to pull but nothing solid. I'm sorry."

JJ sighs. "I know you are. But that doesn't help find her, does it."

Hotch stiffens. JJ still had not forgiven him for hiding Henry and Francesca away. He was not sorry he'd done it but he was sorry he'd damaged his relationship with JJ. There is a knock on the door and Ned stands in the doorway. JJ rolls her eyes.

"Ned, can you just put the mail in my fucking office?"

"Uh, this one looks important. It's from Agent Prentiss."