And 20 days later, I'm back!

So sorry for the delay... Film festival is about to start and I've been working like crazy. Thank you for the support to this story. I despise myself for not being able to update sooner... My apologies to you all.

DISCLAIMER: So, I talked to Ed and said I can't own CM. That's a pity.

ENJOY!!!

Chapter X

The emergency room was crowded with people. Nurses and doctors ran around, treating the different patients. SSA Derek Morgan paced back and forth, deep in thoughts, waiting to receive an update on Emily's condition. She hadn't regained consciousness in the ride to the hospital, which was a sign that something was clearly wrong. He felt utterly helpless. He couldn't help Emily and he was wasting precious time there, instead of trying to catch the bastard that was tormenting the team, precious time that Reid and the other two people inside the elevator didn't have.

"Morgan!" He turned around and saw Hotch, JJ and Rossi entering through the doors of the emergency room.

"How are you?" asked JJ worriedly.

"I'm fine" exhaled Morgan. "I still don't know anything about Emily."

"JJ, go check if the nurses know something" ordered Hotch.

JJ nodded and squeezed Derek's arm before leaving. She knew that her colleague was blaming himself for what had happened.

Morgan sighed and asked: "How did you know it was a trap?"

"He called us" answered Rossi.

"Son of a bitch!" exclaimed Derek. "He killed three men." "And almost killed Emily..." thought to himself.

"Morgan, you know this is not your fault... You couldn't have done anything" reassured the unit chief.

"I know." Morgan took a deep breath. "How's Reid?"

"He's fine" answered Hotch. He noticed that Rossi was quiet with his mind somewhere else. "What's on your mind?"

"I've been wondering... How did he know we were already onto him? I mean, he knew exactly when we would be going to get him. That's too much of a coincidence, if you ask me" explained SSA David Rossi.

"Are you saying he was watching us? Do you think someone tip him off?" Morgan's mind was already trying to figure out who could have been.

"Wait! That's it!" Rossi's face showed an understanding of the situation, but Hotch and Morgan felt lost.

"Do you mind explaining it?"

"When Prentiss and I went to Upward Elevators, the woman in the Human Resources office was pretty unwilling to give us information. She kept telling us that none of their employees fit the description." He took a deep breath and continued, "And she told us that their list of freelance analysts was long and it would be nearly impossible to go over it in time. Miss Jacobs was like trying to convince us to look somewhere else." Rossi ended his explanation.

"But then, Garcia found the UNSUB in that list" stated Morgan.

Hotch took out his phone and called Garcia.

"Garcia, send me all the information on Janey Jacobs of Upward Elevators."

"Yes, sir. Right away." Hotch heard the technical analyst entering the information in her computer. "How are Morgan and Prentiss?"

Hotch handed his phone to Morgan, instead of answering himself.

"Hi, baby girl" greeted Derek with a broad smile, even though she couldn't see him.

"Oh, thank God, you're fine." Relief bathed Penelope's voice.

"Hey, you didn't think you'd be getting rid of me so easily, right?" Morgan broadened his smile. "And Emily is still with the doctor. As soon as we have more information, we'll call you."

"You do that, sunshine. And let me know if you need a nurse, I know how to take care of you."

With a chuckle, Morgan hung up and gave the phone back to Hotch.

"OK, Dave, go with Morgan to Upward Elevators to talk to Miss Janey Jacobs. I'll send you all the information we get on her."

"Fine, let's go, Morgan." Rossi started walking towards the exit.

Derek hesitated, caught in between wanting to see how Emily was doing and wanting to save Reid.

Hotch noticed his hesitation and said: "I'll call you as soon as we know anything about her condition. Now, go."

Morgan nodded, appreciatingly, and left following Rossi.

Aaron Hotchner knew they had less than two hours to save Reid. He already had an agent in hospital and didn't want to lose his youngest agent. Why Reid was always in danger? He was such a magnet for dangerous situations that sometimes Hotch wondered if it wouldn't be safer to leave Reid behind with Garcia and out of the field.

Sighing, he turned around and saw JJ coming his way.

"How's Prentiss?

"She's awake and already trying to convince the doctor she's fine to go back, but I think they want her to stay here and run some more tests" explained JJ.

"Fine, stay here with her. I'll go back to the BAU" uttered Hotch. "Make sure she doesn't run away. She's not to go back until the doctor says so."

"Sure." JJ turned around and went to Prentiss' room.

Spencer Reid kept pacing around the enclose space he was in. Some minutes ago, he got tired of sitting down and stood up, wishing time would go faster. Being trapped in there was like being trapped in hell. He was unable to do anything to help the team and they hadn't contacted him since the last fall.

Linda looked deep in concentration, trying hard to cope with the pain on her broken wrist. Sebastian hadn't said a word, either. He seemed to be having a problem with his arm, but Spencer didn't know if it would be a good idea to ask what was wrong. He wanted to help him. At least, he'd have something to do.

"Could you stop that? You're driving me crazy, man" said the smelly guy.

"No insult, that's a first" thought Reid.

"Sorry" Spencer apologized, sitting down once again.

Sebastian tried to get into a more comfortable position in the hard floor of the elevator wincing in pain as he moved. He closed his eyes, cursing. Then he heard a timid voice: "Would you mind... me looking at your arm?"

Spencer was looking at him.

Mr. Malucci chuckled: "Why would you want to help me? Are you some kind of saint?"

"I... just...mmm." Reid looked for an answer, but couldn't come up with a suitable one. "Just let me see it, OK?" A few seconds went by, and then, he added: "Please."

"Suit yourself, agent. I think my shoulder is dislocated." Reid carefully crawled to his side and after a moment of hesitation, he placed his hands on Sebastian's shoulder, who flinched at the contact.

"Sorry" Reid apologized. "You're right, your shoulder appears to be out of the joint."

"Great." Sarcasm filled Sebastian's voice.

"Mmm... You'd feel better if you'd allow me to put it back into place" offered the FBI agent.

Reid sensed the smelly guy's reluctance to accept his help. He waited for a few seconds until he saw Sebastian nodding, giving him a green light to do whatever he could to lessen the pain on his shoulder.

SSA David Rossi was driving fast, lights and sirens on, making his way through the traffic. In the passenger seat, Derek Morgan held his phone to his ear and then he said:

"Hold on, Garcia, I'll put you on speaker." He lowered his phone and held it in his hand in between him and the older FBI agent, who kept his trained eyes on the road. "Go, Garcia."

"Ok, I've called Upward Elevators. They told me Miss Jacobs received an urgent phone call and left an hour ago."

"Garcia, do you have her address?" asked Rossi, overtaking a red Suburban.

"Of course, my horse. Err... Sorry, too much caffeine. I'm sending her address to your phones now."

"Thanks, baby girl." Derek snapped close his phone. "Do you think she'll be there?" He asked looking at his driver.

"There's only one way to find out" answered Rossi, stepping on the gas.

There you go. I've already started the following chapter, so you won't have to wait so long. Thanks again for reading and reviewing!