A/N As promised, a week later, a new chapter.

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Chapter 5

Seven left. One that couldn't be found. Yet. They knew she was there somewhere and they would find her. Garcia was freaking out with worry, not knowing if her boyfriend would be okay. At least he would get to a hospital; she took comfort in knowing that. But would he bleed out before he reached it was the big question.

The house stood in an unbearable silence. Or the six people in the hallway was talking, but without the voice giving them instructions on what to do next it felt too quiet. They didn't get more instructions because they still hadn't found Emily, which meant the game wasn't over yet. After the shot rang out all of them had stopped looking to see who was hurt so they still had a lot of rooms to search through. Though at this point they would all be scared to open a door, afraid of what would happen. Would they get shot again or something entirely different. There was only one way to find out and that way could cause someone to get injured.

"Do we dare to open that door again?" Will asked.

"Do we dare to open any door?" Garcia asked. "Why is this happening?"

The others didn't answer for no one had the answer. They couldn't comprehend where everything went this wrong. Normally they would have Garcia behind her computers, finding out everything she can from their profile, but now they had nothing. They had no way of figuring out who was behind this and how to get out of there. Their only hope was the few people that had actually gotten to leave, but if they believed what the man had said they wouldn't call for police. But they were smart, at least JJ had some training, so they would figure something out. Would it be before or after someone else got hurt? Probably the latter.

"Fuck this." Morgan said all of a sudden and continued to open the doors on the same floor where Kevin had been shot. There was only a few more and he opened them quickly, standing away from the opening in case something would be triggered.

"Be careful." Hotch warned and Morgan just looked at the unit chief as he continued on to the last door.

Rossi went to the door where Kevin had been shot.

"Stay away from this door." Rossi said and motioned down the hall for the others to move away. They all went far away while Rossi clicked the door open and pushed it open while jumping to the side. One more shot went off and that was it. Not wanting to take any chances he ducked down as he entered the room. He could see almost immediately that someone was lying on the bed and he knew it was who they'd been looking for, but not in what condition she was in. The gun was visible too with a single thread from the trigger to the door so as soon as it was opened enough the gun would go off. When he reached it he took it down and let out a breath of relief.

"She's in here." He croaked and only seconds later they were all piling into the room.

"Oh my God, my sweet Emily." Garcia said as she ran up to the sleeping form. "Why won't she wake up?"

Morgan walked to the other side of the bed and felt for a pulse. It was there and it was strong. "Emily?" He started shaking her shoulders. "Emily, you need to wake up. We need you here princess." He shook a little harder until she started to stir and her eyelashes fluttered.

"What's with all the yelling?" She asked tiredly. "Some people is actually trying to sleep here." She turned herself around so she was flat on her stomach instead and the rest of them couldn't help but to laugh. Though, it did struck them soon enough that Emily hadn't been this tired before she went to the bathroom and she definitely wouldn't have just gone to bed somewhere.

"What's that?" Reid asked, pointing to her neck.

"A necklace." Morgan said as if the question was stupid.

"No, no, no, our genius is right." Garcia said, taking a closer look. "What is that? Emily was not wearing it before."

Morgan joined Garcia in looking closer while he tried to remember what kind of necklace Emily had been wearing. He usually didn't look at girl's jewelry, that was never where his focus was.

"Then why would he put this on her?" Rossi asked, deep in thought.

"Emily, just wake up now, alright?" Garcia begged and shook the sleeping brunette once more who sat up in bed quickly as if startled.

"What are you all doing in my bedroom?" She asked, confused, as she glanced around in the room. When it dawned on her that she wasn't anywhere near her room she furrowed her eyebrows. "Fuck, we're still at Rossi's, aren't we?"

"You got that right." Morgan said. "What the hell happened to you?"

"I just went to the bathroom and got very sleepy." Emily said as she threw her feet off the bed and stood up. She had to support herself on the closest person as all the blood rushed to her head and threatened to make her pass out.

"Are you okay?" Reid asked and Emily could only nod her answer as she focused on standing straight.

An applause suddenly erupted through the house, followed my a deep chuckle.

"So you found her. Didn't think it would go this fast to be honest. Next game I want to play. Tag."

The team looked at each other in confusion and wondered what would happen next when a pair of running feet could be heard outside the room. Hotch and Rossi who were closest to the door started running after the sound, telling the rest to stay there. It was too dark for them to see, having to leave the candles with the others, so the only thing they could do was to follow the sound. It went up the stairs to the second floor and they followed suit, reaching the top just in time to hear someone open the door on the other side of the hallway. Hotch was faster than Rossi and entered the room before the older man. As soon as he entered the room he found the floor gone under him and instead he was falling, landing only seconds later with a crash on one of Rossi's fancy glass tables. He would have told Rossi to stop and he wasn't sure if he had screamed to at least alert the other agent, it all just happened so fast. But something did stop Rossi just before falling into the same destiny as the younger agent.

"Aaron? Are you okay?" He asked, feeling with his foot that the normally wooden floor was gone. There was no answer. Where had he fallen too. Was it one floor or had their UNSUB made him fall all the way to the bottom floor. He couldn't tell. It was still too dark. Though, if the man was awake he would've answered. Aaron Hotchner was the next victim and he couldn't tell in how bad shape he was. They just had to hope that he would be sent out too.

A/N So Hotch might be a little hurt now too, how much you'll know in a week. I hope you liked this chapter:)

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