Chapter 5-Rescue Me

Reid, Morgan, Garcia and JJ all headed over to the hotel earlier and that left only Emily and Hotch in the police station. She hadn't been ready to leave yet and Hotch had been known to stay late almost every night, long after the others had gone home. Finally when her stomach growled she decided to head out. "Hotch I'm gonna go get some dinner you coming?"

"Nah I'm gonna stay here a little longer, you go get something to eat." He said touching her arm.

"Alright I'll see ya."

I'm waiting for her outside the police station in the parking lot around back. She should be out soon enough, I can hardly wait. The door opens and there she is and she is alone just like I thought, this is perfect. I need to sneak up on her so she can't hear me. No one can hear her scream or it will all be over. She walks up to her car and is about to put her key in her back is to me. I come up behind her like silent prey and push the cloth over her mouth. She struggles and manages to knee me in the stomach but the chloroform is taking affect and she soon settles down. She is so much stronger than the others.

She will be even better than the others, my grand-masterpiece. I managed to drag her over to my car and get away without anyone noticing.

Hotch was sitting at a table going over everything again, there had to be something he wasn't seeing. All of a sudden the door flew open and Garcia raced in followed by the rest of the team, "What is it guys?"

"I managed to crack the last password and it isn't good. I found photos of the other victims and there was some new ones, they were of Emily sir. Where is she, I thought she was here with you?"

"She left a few minutes ago."

"But she wasn't in her room," JJ answered.

Her eyes open and she struggles harder than the others, this one is a fighter but that makes it much better. "You are going to be my greatest creation yet."

I lean down and kiss her cheek as she tries to fight but it's no use her hands and feet are tied and she has a white scarf in her mouth just like the others. But she is not like the others, she is better. I take the scarf out of her mouth for a second and lean down to kiss her as she tries to bite me and kick with her feet.

"You'll never get away with this."

"Oh but I will," I say as I start to take of her clothes.

"Please don't do this, you don't wanna do this."

"Yes I do," I say looking at her with lust in my eyes. "We belong together."

"This is all my fault, if I had cracked the password sooner," Garcia cried with tears dripping down her cheeks. Her best friend was missing and she felt like it was all because of her.

"No this is not your fault baby girl, come here." Morgan said pulling her into a hug. They were all on edge since they noticed she was missing. They had checked the parking lot and her car was still parked in the same spot. Her keys were on the ground by the car and a rag soaked with chloroform was found nearby.

Morgan had to escort Garcia out of the room until she could collect herself, she was too upset to be any help right now. "I need to stay here, I want to help."

"I know you do sweetie we all want to find her. But you just need a moment to calm down alright," He said dabbing at her tear with a kleenex.

"This is my fault if I had been faster he never would have gotten Em," she cried into his shoulder he went to wrap her in a tighter hug but before he could she pulled away and ran put the door.

"Derek can you go after her, your usually the only one that can calm her down."

"I'm on it," he said following her. She was standing outside bent over, trying to suck in air as she broke down in tears. He knew she was taking it hard and she wouldn't be alright until she knew Emily was safe, "Aw baby girl. Don't worry well find her," He said helping her over to the bench.

"What if we don't? I can't lose her, she's my best friend."

"We will, I can promise you that baby doll." He said pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"I'm...I'm alright. I can go back in. I need to find her, I have to do something to help." She said standing up as he reached out and helped her. Going back in everyone turned to look at her, she knew they were just as worried about Emily as she was. "You alright, sweetie?" JJ asked coming over to her friend and touching her shoulder.

"Yeah I'm fine. I just need to do something to help find her." She made her way over to the computer which they had brought back from her room where she had been working on cracking the passwords. There had to be something on here that would help them find her.

The rest of the team were studying the photos unsub had taken of Emily. They knew that it was the third man Miles Davis who had her they just needed to find out where he had taken her. He worked in his families funeral home so he could have taken her there, he also had access to the art gallery but that was where he left the victims so that ruled it out. "I have an address listed here for Miles Davis," Garcia said.

"Alright let's go there first and then to the funeral home we need to find her," Hotch said. He knew it was important to everyone that they find her, she was their friend. But recently he had started to feel more for his co-worker. He wasn't sure when it had happened but things had changed between them. And having her life on the line made him realize that he needed to tell her the truth, he had to find her and tell her.

Garcia kept looking through the computer as the rest of the team headed to the two addresses, she needed to find out more. They needed to know exactly where he could have taken her. She would never be able to forgive herself if Emily didn't make it because of her.

At the Davis residence Morgan and Reid headed for the backdoor and the other three went in the front. They knocked and when no one answered he broke down the door, there was no one in the living room or the kitchen. "Clear," he said to the other two before he headed down the hallway. They cleared the whole house. Miles wasn't there.

The were rushing over to the families funeral home which was not far away when, Hotch's cell rang. "Boss I got another address for an art studio listed under Miles Davis's name," Garcia said breathlessly.

"Thanks Garcia."

"Boss?" she said before he could hang up.

"Yeah, bring our girl home."