"Hurry, Pen! And if we get cut off tell Jennifer I love her. I'm fighting to get back to her. To all of you."

"I will, I will, oh, Emily, oh shit."

Emily can hear Garcia typing away. As soon as Kevin had heard Garcia say Emily's name he had raced out of the analyst's office.

"EMILY'S ON THE PHONE! HURRY!" he yells.

The agents in the conference room race down the hall, JJ in the lead. They practically fall over each other to get into the room. It has now been two weeks since they had lost their agent; their friend.

"EMILY!"

"Oh, God, Jen? Baby, is that you?"

"Emily, where the fuck are you?"

"I don't know. We got on a plane. That private airstrip in Manassas. I wasn't awake for the flight and I'm in a sealed up room. I don't know where I am."

"Garcia, what do you have?" Hotch presses.

"It's fucking jumping all over and I'm trying but it's taking time."

"Emily, you listen to me," JJ tells her. "You do what you have to do to survive, you hear me? You do what you have to do even if you have to fuck that bastard. You just stay alive, you hear me?"

Emily starts to cry. "No…Jen…I can't…I won't."

"If it keeps you alive, you do it, God damn it. Promise me!"

"I…oh, shit…he's coming back. Garcia?"

"I…I…shit…more time…need more…oh, God…" Garcia is typing faster than she has ever typed in her life.

The door to the room crashes open. Ian comes in, angrier than Emily had ever seen him. "YOU BITCH!"

"JEN! I LOVE YOU!" Emily yells as he smacks the phone out of her hand.

He grabs Emily and throws her towards the bed. "Stupid fucking bitch. You'll spend your entire pregnancy tied down."

He smacks her across the face. She tries to scramble away from him. He kicks her arm out from under her. She falls on her face and he sits down on her back. He grabs her by the hair, pulling her backwards painfully.

"You really are Lauren. She was a lying, conniving bitch, too."

"She…she is…no man's…prisoner. Neither…neither am I," Emily grunts out.

"Well, you're wrong about that now, aren't you? You're mine, Emily Prentiss. And you'll be my bitch for as long as I need you, however I need you. And someday maybe I'll give your body back to your whore of a wife. Or maybe…maybe I'll collect her and have her join us. That's the only way that bitch will ever see you alive again."

He slams her head into the floor, knocking her unconscious. When she wakes, she is again tied to the bed.

Unbeknownst to Ian, when he smacked the phone away it didn't disconnect. The good news was this gave Garcia longer to track the signal. The bad news was this meant they had to listen to him beat her and threaten JJ.

When he does finally shut the phone off, JJ drops into a nearby chair. The team waits impatiently as Garcia and Kevin try to narrow in on the signal area.

"YES! No. Sort of. Maybe." Garcia spins around in her chair. "He's in Canada. Somewhere near New Brunswick."

"Makes sense," Clyde Easter states. "Lots of open land, even a few islands he could have a stronghold on. And a quick route back to Ireland."

Hotch thinks a moment. "Garcia, do any of Doyle's known associates have ties to New Brunswick?"

JJ shakes her head. "No. Not known associates. Garcia, check for known enemies." She looks at the others. "Lauren built her business by taking out one dealer at a time. If he is rebuilding his empire he'd do it the same way. It's the only way. It's not like he can take out an ad on CareerBuilder, right?"

Hotch smiles. "Nice job, profiler."

JJ can't smile but she does give him a nod. Garcia and Kevin start to type.

Reid had been silent. Rossi watches him, knowing Reid is scanning in his mind the pages and pages of information he had read. Suddenly his right hand starts to shake. He looks around to Garcia's electronic map. Grabbing a dry erase marker he starts to draw lines and boxes on it. He uses triangles, squares and circles as identifiers only he understands. He suddenly spins around.

"Garcia, look up the name Alexi Korsokov." Garcia nods as Reid turns to the others. "He's a former member of the Russian army. When the Soviet Union fell he disappeared along with most of the weapons in the armory he was in charge of. It was his entry into the arms world."

"Korsokov died 18 years ago," Clyde points out, irritated.

"I know. Just about the time Ian Doyle started showing up on the weapons market. If Lauren moved up by over-throwing other dealers wouldn't Doyle have done the same?"

"Look, you've read a few pieces of paper but there's no way you know something more than I do," Clyde states. "I've studied Ian Doyle for—"

Garcia gladly interrupts the man's dressing down of Reid. "Korsokov's wife's brother owned a hunting lodge in New Brunswick. According to property records it hasn't been used for 3 years but 7 months ago the electric and water were turned on under the pretense of trying to open it up again. The controlling interest group is known as Reynolds Vengeance Outfitters." Garcia turns and glares at him. "You owe Reid an apology, you pompous asshole."

This time JJ does manage a smile as Clyde looks appropriately ashamed. Morgan claps Reid on the back.

"Nice job, pretty boy." He looks at Hotch. "What do we do?"

Hotch stares with determination. "I'll make a call to the director. Get your cold weather gear ready. Whether he approves the opp or not we're going to get her back."