A/N: Thanks for all the comments! It lets me know there are readers :) I have to admit I have been spoiling you guys with an update everynight... And this one is another longer chapter. I am going to try my hardest to get this updated tomorrow, but you might have to wait until friday. I have some test I need to study for tomorrow and friday :P

I would also like to thank Kat-D11 for giving me some ideas that I used in this chapter! If there is anything you want to see, just write it in a comment.

Enjoy!

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She was standing in his bedroom. Fire and rage filled his eyes. She could see him coming towards her, but didn't have enough time to react. His rough hands grabbed her by the arms and threw her against the wall. Her head snapped back. It came into contact with the wall and black spots filled her vision. There, he got up close to her face. She could feel his hot sticky breath on her cheek. His eyes, once handsome and blue, seemed to change completely. They bore into her like the eyes of a snake. He pulled her away from the wall and slammed her onto the floor and…

Emily awoke from her dream with a start. Her breath was heavy and she looked at the clock to see that it was only 3 am. She tried closing her eyes again, but the snake eyes stared right back. She didn't want to have to replay that again. She especially didn't want to play back everything from that night, everything she had tried so hard to forget. Staring at the ceiling didn't help; it was as if she could still feel his hot breath on her face. She sighed and then quietly got out of bed. She put on jeans, a sweatshirt, and her shoes. She pocketed the room key and silently left the room. The hallway was barren so she took the elevator to the main level alone, praying that the bar would still be open. When the elevator doors opened she saw that her prayer was met. Walking over to the bar she saw that there were only a few other people there. Apparently 3 am was not a popular bar time in a hotel.

"Couldn't sleep?" The bartender asked as she sat down. He was a middle aged man with kind eyes.

"Nope." Emily answered.

"What can I get you?"

"I'll get a scotch." Emily figured since Hotch had banned her from the case, she wasn't technically working.

The man walked to the other end of the bar and prepared the drink for her. He came back just a few moments later and handed it to her. She took out her wallet to pay, but he stopped her, "This one's on the house; it looks like you had a rough night."

"You've got that right." She answered, with a smile as thanks. She took a sip of her scotch and closed her eyes. She had forgotten there were truly good people in this world. In her line of work it was easy to believe that everyone was evil, since that is what she came in contact with every day. She looked at her scotch and took a big gulp finishing it up. When she went to set it down she saw there was a new one in its place.

"Looked like you could use another one," The bartender said. He stood on the other side of the counter with a towel draped over his shoulder, "Now what's a pretty girl like you doing at a hotel bar in the middle of the night?"

"Work." She answered.

"Ah, I see. They pay for the hotel, when they really should be paying for the alcohol. I mean, that's what gets you through the work day."

"That's exactly what I think." Emily laughed. She didn't realize how easy it could be to talk to a complete stranger.

For the next few hours they talked about what seemed like nothing and everything at the same time. The news droned from the televisions in the background, but for once her life was not revolved around the problems of the world. Not even the problems of her life. For the time being life was revolved around baseball (which she knew nothing about), the weather, books, movies, her scotch and the man standing in front of her. She looked at her watch and came to the sad realization that the rest of her team would be waking up soon.

"Thanks for the scotch; I've got to go now before the others can't find me." Emily regretfully had to say.

"You bet. Come back anytime you can't sleep." He smiled at her. Emily got up from her chair and headed out of the bar when his voice called to her, "And good luck, with whatever is going on."

Emily smiled and left to go back to her room. She walked in thankful to see that JJ was still sleeping. Emily picked out her clothes for the day and stepped into another steaming shower. This time she kept it short, since JJ would need to use it later. She stepped out and quickly got changed. When she stepped out the bathroom JJ was sitting up in bed.

"All yours," Emily indicated the shower.

"Thanks, I feel like I could sleep for another day or two." JJ yawned walking into the bathroom.

Emily walked out of the room and went down to the main level again, this time to get breakfast. Hotch and Morgan were already sitting at the table drinking coffee and Morgan had a plate heaped with food. Walking over to the buffet styled counter she got herself her own cup of steaming hot coffee and sat down with the others.

"Hey Hotch, Morgan." Emily greeted them.

"How are you feeling Emily?" Both of them asked almost simultaneously.

"I am fine." She said in a way that warned them not to bring it up again.

A silence fell over them when Rossi walked in.

"Hey! Did you guys all sleep well last night? I know I did." He didn't even wait for an answer before he went over to the buffet to get coffee and some donuts.

"You know the perk of working out of town? All of the free breakfasts." Morgan joked, yet still meaning what he said.

"Morgan if you keep eating all this food you're going to lose your figure." Emily joked back.

"Ahhh!" Morgan gasped, "Don't say that!" He faked hurt.

Reid and JJ then exited the elevator at the same time. After the whole team had their breakfast and was sitting at the same table Hotch spoke, "Rossi and Reid, I want you to go speak to the victims' families. Morgan and I will start on the profile."

"Hotch, can't I work with you and Morgan at the police station?" Emily asked.

"No. I already told you, you are not working this case."

Emily let out a very audible sigh and had to keep herself from rolling her eyes.

Hotch was about to address her attitude when his phone rang. He picked it up, it was Sheriff Jenkins. They had found another body. Hotch's face turned glum. "We are on our way." He told him.

"Come on, they found another body." Hotch addressed Morgan, Rossi, and Reid.

"Hotch, if JJ and I came we could be a big help." Emily persisted.

"No." Hotch answered again with the same firmness, "You need to rest and stay off your feet."

Within a few minutes all of the men had their gear and were out of the hotel to actually go help on this case. Before he left Morgan stepped over to where Emily was. "Hey girl, you should call Garcia. You know how she can be."

"Okay." Emily agreed.

"Also, if you need to talk, I'm here."

"Thanks." Emily said to his offer.

He then had to hurry out with the rest of the team.

"I'm going to go call Garcia now." Emily told JJ, proceeding to limp towards the lobby, carrying her coffee with her. Dialing Garcia's number Emily prepared to be bombarded with question.

"Hey Garcia." She greeted when the other line was picked up.

"Emily!" Garcia yelled from the other line. "What happened? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine Garcia. I don't really want to talk about it." Emily answered.

"Okay." She was disappointed. "I'm not sure if I am supposed to tell you this but…" Garcia started trailing off.

"Tell me what?" Emily asked.

"It's about that Bates guy."

"Tell me!" Emily practically shouted.

"Fine," Garcia huffed, "But only if you promise to tell me what happened when you get back."

"I promise." Emily persisted.

"Okay. I put the warrant out on him, but we haven't been able to find him. He hasn't been at his house or at his work or anywhere!"

"What?" Emily was shocked. She could barely think. If anyone were to find him it would be Garcia. If she couldn't find him then nobody could.

"But don't you worry my sweets I will find him if it's the last thing I do!" Garcia sounded confident again.

Suddenly Emily's phone beeped, she had an incoming call. It was from an unknown number.

"Garcia, I've got to go I am getting another call. Call me immediately if you find anything."

"I will my darling! Feel better." Garcia commanded.

"Thanks." Emily hung up on her and switched to the other line.

"Hello?" She asked. She didn't know who would be calling her. No one other than the team called her.

"YOU CALLED THE FRICKEN' COPS!" A man yelled from the other line.

"John?" She asked her heart racing.

"Who else?" He spat out.

"How the hell did you get my number?" Emily shouted back.

"Oh I can get so much more than your number. I actually stopped by your house yesterday. You know, you didn't tell me you had a cat." He said in a low tone. "She was very cute. But you know accidents do happen."

"No. You didn't!" Flashes of that bastard in her house crossed her mind. What else did her have of hers?

"Not yet. Now tell me where you are or there will be an accident."

"You better not go into my house one more time you arrogant bastard!"

Sitting in the other room, JJ could hear Emily shout. She wasn't quite sure what she said, but got up from her seat to see.

"Who's to stop me? You ran away, you baby. Now tell me where you are?"

Tears brimmed her eyes and her chin was trembling. This bastard had been in her house, touched her cat, and touched her stuff…

"TELL ME!" Another shout came.

"Don't call me again!" She shouted into the phone and hung up. But not before she heard him say, "I'm gonna find you. And I'm gonna kill you. You little bitch." She could hear the smile in his voice. She knew it was the same smile that he had had when he attacked her. It made her stomach turn and make her feel like vomiting.

When JJ got over to where Emily was she was holding her cell phone in her hand. At closer examination she could see her eyes filled with tears and her chin was shaking. Rocking back and forth she continued to stare at her phone.

"Emily, what's the matter?" JJ asked urgently.

She continued to shake. Not taking her eyes off of the phone.

JJ sat down next to Emily and took the phone out of her hand; she saw that an unknown number had just hung up.

"Emily, who was that? What happened?" JJ asked again.

Emily couldn't hear what she was saying. All she heard were the words, I'm gonna find you. And I'm gonna kill you. You little bitch. The logical half told her to forget about it, he surely couldn't do anything. But by now all logics were out the window. Despite her own commands not to, and the voice of her mother, Emily Prentiss broke down into tears in the middle of the hotel lobby.

Dun Dun Dun... I hope you enjoyed it! Comment if you can, I really appreciate it :)

If you haven't read my comments, the phone call was Kat-D11's idea, a very good one also, thanks!