"Agent Hotchner? Constable Robert Shafer, Strategic Response Unit. I have the surveillance photos you asked for. My men are at your beck and call until the extraction is complete."

Hotch shakes the hand of the Canadian police officer. "Thank you. We're going in at nightfall. Are we still looking at 15 men plus Doyle?"

"As far as we can tell. We've only seen one woman there on a regular basis. We did see another woman leave today. She's a midwife."

"Midwife?" JJ blurts.

"Yes. My men are bringing her in for questioning now."

"Do you mind if we take point on that?" Hotch asks.

Shafer shakes his head. "No problem. This is about getting your agent out safely. I know the brass is all about the recapture of Doyle but when another law enforcement officer is in danger that's my concern."

"Thank you."

Twenty minutes later, JJ holds Garcia's hand as they stare through the 2-way mirror. Reid sits across from the scared woman, his calm, unimposing demeanor helping to settle her.

"Did you visit with this woman today?" He holds up a bureau picture of Emily.

She stares at it a moment. "I…I don't know. It could be her. Maybe. But the hair's wrong. And with all the bruising from the accident it's hard to say."

JJ whimpers. Garcia just grips her hand tighter.

Reid pulls out a photo of Lauren Reynolds. "Could this be her?"

Betty smiles. "Yes! I guess the other one is an old picture."

Reid smiles and nods. "Yes, it is." He glances towards the mirror.

"My God…he's turned her into Lauren," JJ whispers. "Baby, what has he done to you?"

"You said she had some bruises?" Reid questions.

"Yes. Mr. Reynolds explained he and his wife were in a car accident. Swerved to miss a caribou in the road. She has a bad head injury making her get violent delusions. The doctor had him restrain her for her own good."

"Restrain her? How?"

"She's tied to a bed to keep from thrashing around."

JJ's knees wobble at the thought of how vulnerable that would make Emily to rape. She pulls away from Garcia and starts to pace.

"I see. Tell me, was the baby okay?" Reid asks.

Betty smiles and nods. "Oh, yes. Strong heartbeat. That's going to be a tough little tyke! To be so strong after an accident like they had bodes well. Mrs. Reynolds must be one tough lady."

"You have no idea," JJ murmurs. For the first time, JJ has a bit of hope to hold on to. The baby was okay. As long as the baby is okay, Ian won't kill Emily. Obviously he'll hurt her but not kill her.

"Can you draw for us exactly what room Em—uh, Mrs. Reynolds is in? Draw everything you can remember."

Betty stares at Reid a moment. "What exactly is going on?"

Reid stares at her a moment. "Her name isn't Lauren Reynolds. It's Emily Prentiss. She's a FBI agent. The man holding her is an international fugitive. You'll stay here for your own protection until we apprehend him and his men and rescue Agent Prentiss."

The woman nods, her eyes and breathing telling even non-profilers she had no idea what she'd been drawn into. When she finishes the drawing Reid heads out to the others.

"Great job, Reid," Morgan praises him. "You got us everything we need."

"Not until we have Emily back," Reid corrects him.

Morgan smiles. "Then let's go get her."