Hours ago, in Paris's HQ…
"Hi, I'm Emily."
"Yeah, hi, I'm Elle," Elle said, eyeing the agent.
"I assume you got the call from Garcia?"
"Yeah, I did. She asked me to come down here to help you. So you ready to kick some ass?" Elle said, smirking.
"Yeah!" Emily was pretty apprehensive of Elle, but she seemed pretty cool.
They took a train up to Winnipeg and traced the device that Garcia had planted on herself. They drove for a bit and got to know each other, before they had to dump the car and trek through wild grass half their height.
"You know, this is the bloody reason I left the BAU in the first place, so I wouldn't get kidnapped and die in some stupid forest," Elle whispered as they got nearer and nearer to the red blinking dot on Emily's smartphone.
"Yeah, I get what you mean. I got knocked up pretty bad once," Emily said as they reached a metal door.
"What they do to you?" Elle asked as Emily fiddled with the lock.
"Had a stick rammed through me."
"Move aside, I've got this." Elle said, taking a hairpin from the top of her head and sticking it into the lock.
"Eh, I don't think picking locks is going to work. He probably has high security on this thing." Emily said, her eyebrows creasing.
"Relax. He isn't expecting us. Overconfidence is my best friend," Elle said just as the door unlocked with a soft click.
They raised their guns and entered cautiously.
"Clear. He isn't here."
"But we're right on the red dot," Elle said, slightly thrown off track.
"That means he's either above or below us. We better get some system working." Emily said, shining a torchlight at the rows and rows of buttons. Thankfully, he labeled every single one.
"Hey, watch this," Elle said, pointing to a whole set of security cameras.
In the fuzzy screen labeled '1', they saw Curtis chaining Hotch back on to some railing or something. He seemed rather dead, but he was probably alive since there was no point really chaining up a dead person.
"Damn." Emily cursed, heading back to the row of buttons. Still, there was no button labeled '1', unlike all the other security screens, which had corresponding buttons.
"While we're looking around, what happened to you?"
Elle grimaced.
"Nothing I want to remember."
Emily nodded, realizing she had maybe pushed a little too deep.
"I hear our resident genius stayed with you. How was it?" Emily said, scoping out the place.
"He's something else, isn't he?"
"So you like him?"
Elle smirked cheekily.
"He's cute. I'll give him that. I don't know. I mean, you know our job doesn't exactly allow us to have relationships. I kind of took pride in the fact that I had nothing to lose. I had one-night stands with hot Spanish guys and that was that. But Spencer…well… he taught me that having something to lose is not a weakness. It's a strength, actually, to have something worth fighting for."
"Eh. I just think you look cute together." Emily joked.
"Yeah, yeah. Let's just get them out of here." Elle said, laughing it off.
They checked through every inch of the wall and there was absolutely no button that was labeled '1'. Elle sighed and crossed the room, only to hear a soft click and a quiet whirr of the machinery as it came to life.
Emily looked at the floor.
"Holy— you found '1'." Emily said, pushing aside Elle's foot.
"Hurry, get on. I have a feeling that this guy is crazy," Elle said, helping Emily up the slowly rising platform.
"Load your gun."
"Game on."
i know the last chap was a little rushed, but i thought of doing a flashback instead of just chronological order. yuup. hope yall enjoy it and really thank you for reading. every single one of your reviews make me smile :)