A/N That was fast right? I really wanna finish this story and since this one is already written I can put several together into one:D

Chapter 8

When Emily woke up the next morning from the shrill sound of her alarm, it was as if Doug hadn't snuck out at all. She groaned as she reached over to turn off the alarm. As the room was quiet once again she fell back onto her pillow, ready to go back to sleep.

"Emily? Honey? You need go up now if you want to be in time for work," Doug said, kissing her cheek and shaking her shoulder.

"Just five more minutes," Emily begged, but Doug just laughed and pulled of her covers, taking in her beautiful body.

Emily curled into a ball to shield herself from the cold and in an attempt to fall back asleep.

That's why their relationship worked so well and why he could ask her to move in with him. She was a heavy sleeper so she didn't wake up when he left the bed AND she was out on cases from time to time so he could go out of town without her even knowing it.

Doug smirked as he grabbed her body and forced her to sit up, placing a kiss on her lips. Her eyes opened wide and looked at Doug, much more awake now.

"Good morning to you too," Emily said with a smile, pressing her lips against his again.

"I knew this would wake you up," Doug winked at her and pulled away from. "Time to get dressed, hun."

Emily rolled her eyes and sighed when getting out of bed. She grabbed new clothes and headed for the shower.

Doug left the bed as soon as he heard the shower running and felt in his pocket for the driver's license he had stolen from Ana. He looked it over a couple of times and memorized everything before he put it back. He would put it in the box with all the other licenses later. 11 in total were they and it was a number he was proud of.

The shower was still on when he walked downstairs to the study and turned his computer on. He waited impatiently for it to start and when it did he was quick on the keys, going on internet and googling Ana McCain.

By now he was getting good at this. He had already found all the orher's addresses and phone numbers, even when they changed them and made them private.

"What are you up to?"

Doug almost jumped our of his seat when Emily spoke.

"Wow that was a fast shower," Doug said and closed his laptop.

"Not shorter than I usually do," Emily pointed out.

"Then I guess I was so into my work that I forgot about the time," Doug said as he moved both of them

out of the room.

He hadn't even heard her go down the stairs and to the study. What if she would've gone further inside and first said something behind his shoulder while he was searching for a young girl's home address? If that would've happen he could of course come up with an excuse that she would buy, but still he couldn't take any risks.

Emily walked to the kitchen and started making them both something to eat. Doug sat down at the kitchen island and watched while she worked on two sandwiches with turkey on. His mind couldn't stop drifting over to the girl from the night before and he couldn't help but to ask himself what Emily would think about rollplaying in the bedroom. He would love for her to just for one night pretend she didn't want it and struggle against him. He would love for her to wriggle underneath him and to scream at the top of her lungs for help so that his only choice would be to gag her. Oh God what he would love for her to play a young, innocent victim who gets raped by a much older guy...

A plate with a sandwich was put down in front of him, tearing him away from his delicious dreams.

"A penny for your thoughts?" Emily said, happily, as she sat down next to him and took a bite of her sandwich.

"Nothing important," Doug said, but what he meant was that she really didn't wanna hear them. Or maybe she did. What if this was Emily's fantasy too?

"It looked like you were in your own little world," Emily smiled.

"I was! And in that world we were alone without any crimes or bosses to pull you away from me. All alone, just you and me." That wasn't actually a lie.

"Sounds like a beautiful place to be," Emily said, leaning in to kiss him.

He always knew the right things to say to make her love him even more.

Emily quickly finished her sandwich and jumped off her chair. Glancing at the time, she saw that it was time to leave so after a pretty long kiss, Emily left the house.

Now Doug was alone at home and he could go straight to checking where all of his girls were at the moment. Oh, how he loved this 'job'.

It was nearing lunch and Morgan had asked Emily if she wanted to grab some together. They hadn't really hung out just the two of them since Emily started dating Doug. Morgan missed it which is why he had only asked Emily and no one else.

She got to pick the place and chose a smaller café that surprisingly enough had almost everything.

The pair sat down in the quieter part of the café so that they would have time to talk a little. They'd always confide in each other if something was up, but he hadn't heard anything like that from Emily in a very long time. Either because she was completely and utterly happy now, or because Doug was the person she confided in now. Both explanations sounded reasonable.

After ordering a plate with pasta alfredo each, their conversation began slowly.

"I've missed hanging out with you," Morgan said.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. Never expected that being in love would take up all of your time," Emily said, raising her eyebrows in question at Morgan's big grin. "What?"

"You just said the L word. How serious are you two?"

"Haven't we already gone through this? We've moved in together and Doug is actually a guy I could marry."

"Marry? Wow. I wish I could find someone like that," he said, laughing a little.

"You? Marry? That's something new. What will happen to all the lonely women who want someone to go home with at the end of a Saturday night?"

"Ouch, guess I deserved that," Morgan said, putting a hand on his heart.

"Sorry to break it to you," Emily said with a smile.

Morgan was going to give her a good comeback but he was interrupted by the waitress who came out with their food and by the time she left the topic was dropped.

Instead the atmosphere was filled with a very comfortable silence. They enjoyed spending time with each other. For a while people had suspected that something more than just friendship was going on between them, especially when Emily came in to work absolutely glowing one morning and told everyone about this mystery guy. Later they found out that it wasn't Morgan at all who caused the smile on her face but a guy named Doug. And Emily was still just as happy about her new found guy.

"Mm mouth orgasm," Emily moaned suddenly, swallowing a bite of her Alfredo.

Morgan almost spit out his water at the way she looked when she said that. A look that could give any man a boner.

"Did you really just say that?" Morgan asked, incredulously.

"Oh sorry, it just came out," Emily said, turning into a light red color.

Luckily for her, her phone chose to ring at that exact moment.

"Ooh, saved by the bell," she said as she brought out her cellphone.

"If that's Hotch I'm not sure saved would be the right word."

Emily chuckled as she answered, "Prentiss... Oh I didn't look at the caller ID, hi honey... I'm on lunch... With Morgan... Yes, alone. Don't worry he won't bite... Okay, hold on a sec," Emily took away the phone from her ear to talk to Morgan. "You wanna watch the game tonight with my man?"

"Hell yeah, we haven't had time to gossip about you yet," Morgan said with a wink.

Emily put the phone against her ear again, "Uhm no sorry, he couldn't... You heard that? Aw, okay. I'm sure you can go to his place so I'm not there to disturb you." Morgan nodded his head to confirm it. "Alright, be at his place at eight... Yes, love you too babe... Okay, bye."

Emily hung up and took another forkful of pasta.

"Love you too babe," Morgan mocked her.

"Oh, shut up," Emily rolled her eyes.

"I'm sorry, it's cute."

"Yeah, yeah, let's finish lunch so we can get back to work. I'm sure you're eager to hear every little detail about me tonight," Emily sighed.

"You have no idea, princess."

Their football game's night was held at Morgan's place that same night and Doug was just in time for the game to start. He brought beer for both of them and some chips. He didn't hang out with other guys like this very often, but something told him he ought to keep an eye on this man who seemed to look at his girl in all the wrong ways. Was he jealous? Maybe, but he knew that Emily wouldn't be with anyone else. Doug could already see how she was falling for him. Morgan, however, he didn't trust. He knew what men were capable of.

Ringing the doorbell, he waited for the darker man to open and he did only after a minute or so.

"Hey, Doug, how's it going man?" Morgan asked as he let the other man inside.

"Just fine. Em has settled in nicely," Doug told him, searching for a reaction at the mention of the brunette.

"That's good to hear," Morgan said. "Now come on. The game is just about to start."

Doug followed Morgan into the living room and put the beer and chips on the table before sitting down on the three people couch. Morgan sat down in his armchair and the game began. At least one of them was really into the game, but both cheered when their team scored and booed when the other one did.

While the game was on and Morgan was pretty much caught up in it, Doug took time to analyze the house. It looked nicer than he'd thought. He had pictured a real bachelor house, especially since his rumor said he was a player. What more could he expect?

With his eyes on the game, Doug reached forward to take a handful of chips.

"Whoa," Morgan said suddenly, making Doug turn his way. "That's a mean scratch you have there on your neck. What happened?"

"Oh, that?" Doug put his hand over the scratch. "It was just Sergio. I was going to play with him and he jumped up and scratched me.. You know cats?"

Morgan wasn't sure if he believed the man. There was something about his answer that seemed... Off. Then again, why would Doug lie about something like that? Unless it was Emily who had scratched him when making love and Doug wanted to spare him that information. Did he know about Morgan's feelings toward Emily?

"Yeah, I do know cats," Morgan answered instead and returned to the game.

Dough leaned back on the couch. His eyes were narrowed at the older man, trying to decide if he had seen through the lie or not. He couldn't have Morgan ruin things between him and Emily. Or him and all the girls he loved to visit. No, Doug would do everything to keep Morgan quiet. Everything.

Emily was in bed reading a book when Doug came home. She heard him close the front door and slowly walk up the stairs. Only by his steps she knew he was tired. When the bedroom door opened, Emily lifted her head from her book, a smile plastered on her face.

"How was your man's night?" she asked.

"It was alright," Doug said with a shrug.

Emily furrowed her eyebrows and her smile disappeared. "Just alright?"

"Yeah, well, I don't think Derek likes me very much," Doug said, sitting down on the bed next to Emily.

"What? Are you crazy? Of course he likes you, only fools wouldn't. You're the funniest, sweetest person alive who I'm truly, madly, deeply in love with," Emily said, taking his hands. She knew it must be hard not being liked by your girlfriend's best friend.

"That's the problem," Doug said, making Emily's scowl grow even more.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Come on, don't tell me you don't know. Derek is truly, madly, deeply in love with you. That's why he doesn't like me. He's jealous."

Emily's first reaction to the statement was to laugh. It just sounded so bizarre. Morgan. In love with her? No, that couldn't be. Wasn't he supposed to be a player? He couldn't jus fall in love... Or wait... He said that he couldn't wait to find the right woman to marry. Oh God, was she that woman?

Her laughter died down and her eyes widened at the realization.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" Doug asked worriedly.

"I... I just... I think you might be right. Oh no, poor Derek. How do I tell him that the two of us will never happen? He knows I love you and that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but..." Emily stopped at the wide smile that had spread on Doug's face. "What?"

"You just said you want to spend the rest of your life with me."

Emily chuckled nervously. "I'm sorry. That wasn't meant to come out."

"Relax, Em, I want to spend the rest of my life with you too." Doug told her. "And if this is what you told Derek you shouldn't have to say anything else. He should know by now that you want to be with me."

Emily smiled softly and leaned forward to capture Doug's lips in a passionate kiss. Doug smiled against her lips, but soon released them to go get ready for bed. Emily's eyes were on him as he left for the bathroom. A smug smile played on his lips as he brushed his teeth. He had the brunette just where he wanted her. She was blinded by love so if Derek Morgan would ever suspect that something was up, Emily wouldn't think twice before taking Doug's side. By the time she would realize who Doug really was, it would be too late.

The whole ride to work Emily couldn't stop thinking about what Doug had said about Morgan's feelings for her. The more she thought about it, the more she really believed it was true. She started to think back on all those moments where Morgan showed any signs of liking her more than a friend. And they actually were a few. Maybe all the shameless flirting was a mask for what he really felt.

Emily shook her head as she exited the vehicle. No, she wouldn't talk to Morgan about it, Doug had advised her not to. Maybe if the two men spent more time together Morgan would see how good Doug was to her.

When Emily entered the bullpen she spotted Morgan immediately and she plastered a smile onto her face as she walked up to him and JJ. She knew she'd feel a little awkward around him today, but that didn't mean she had to show it and smiling was the perfect way to hide it.

"Hey, princess," Morgan said and what had once been a fitting pet-name now made her uncomfortable.

"Hey, how was last night? Did you have fun with my man?" Emily asked Morgan, regarding him closely for any signs of jealousy. Right now he didn't show any, but he might just be good at hiding it.

"It was good. Our team won," Morgan grinned.

Emily stared at him for a moment, but then turned around and sat down by her desk. "Oh, okay. That's good."

Derek looked at JJ who sat next to him and furrowed his eyebrows. Both him and the blonde noticed the strange behavior.

"Is everything okay, Em?" he asked.

"What?" she turned around to look at them and shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Yeah, of course, why wouldn't I be?"

"You're not acting like yourself," JJ stepped into the conversation.

Emily smiled. "I just didn't get enough sleep I think," Emily lied.

Morgan tried to read her smile, but decided to let it go. "I hope you can get through the day then."

"Yes, as long as we don't get a case."

"You did not just say that," JJ exclaimed.

Emily looked at her with raised eyebrows. "Why not?"

"You just jinxed it," JJ said, seriously.

"She's right. If we get a case it's all your fault," Morgan added.

"Come on, guys, you don't believe that?" Emily said, looking between the two.

"Don't believe what?" Reid's voice came from behind them.

"Emily just said she didn't want a case and now we're going to get one. She jinxed it," Morgan filled him in.

"Relax, we won't get a case," Emily said. It was good joking around with the team and to finally forget about her previous worries. Or at least she hoped they were kidding.

"Actually, we most likely will. These kinds of curses of bad luck goes back to the 17th century and until today those curses have proven to be right. A couple of centuries doesn't lie, Emily," Reid agreed.

"Yeah, yeah, I can see that you're playing with me," Emily said rolling her eyes.

"Okay, yes, we are, but it was fun," Morgan grinned.

Emily rolled her eyes again, but couldn't help but to smile. Though, that smile disappeared as Hotch walked over the catwalk and ordered everyone into the conference room with a promise about a bad case.

JJ left her chair and started walking up the steps, looking at Emily as she passed her. "Told you so," she said and the rest of the agents followed her into the conference room.

Sitting down around the table, they waited for Garcia to start showing the pictures. It really was a bad case. They were wanted in California to assist in a case where three couples had been killed. The men with a bullet straight in his forehead while the women had been raped and beaten to death, possibly by a baseball bat.

"Wheels up in 10," Hotch announced and everyone gathered their stuff before making their ways out of the room.

Time to fight yet another crime.

Doug had a wide smile on his face as he talked to his girlfriend on the phone. She was going out to San Francisco on a case. That would give Doug all the time in the world to visit one of his ladies. Maybe even two. His first stop would have to be Maddie. She had been a bad girl and moved to Alabama, thinking she could escape him. But he had tracked her down. It would be a hard thing to do if you had no idea what to look for, but he had connections and they were all willing to help him for the right price.

So when Emily called him he was ready to book a flight that, if anyone would find out, would be masked as a business trip. Emily wouldn't find out though and these women would never even think of reporting it. He hadn't yet killed anyone but if the police would be on his tail because one of these bitches decided to tell on him, he would make sure none of them would live to see another day. With the right amount of money anyone would help him out.

As soon as he got off the phone he went to get his stuff. He turned on the lights on the top of the stairs of the basement and descended the steps quickly. Emily had so far not been down there because if she would, maybe she would have noticed the scruff marks next to the bookcase. Maybe she would have thought of moving it and then find his hidden door. If she would have opened that door his entire secret would be discovered.

Doug opened the door and inhaled a deep breath. On a desk in the corner of the room lay five folders, each with a different driver's license attached on it. He opened the one with Maddie's serious face and slowly read through the information about her new location he had found.

Shaking his head, he put the folder in a bag and took another look around the beautiful room that held so many trophies from all the beautiful girls he'd met. Some things even belonged to Emily because he never thought it'd last that long.

Surprisingly enough, he liked having someone to sleep next to him during the night and who loved him, even if it risked him getting caught.

Doug closed the door again and dragged the old bookcase to its place. Never looking back a second time, he ascended the stairs and turned off the light.

Before things got serious with Emily he had kept all the trophies in his office, but then he knew how nosy those FBI bitches could be and he couldn't have her find out and get killed so soon.

Doug looked at his watch and noticed contently that on the course of ten minutes he was done packing. Retrieving his phone from his left pocket, he dialed the number to book the next flight to Alabama as he locked the front door and quickly walked to his car. The next flight would leave in an hour which would give him enough time to get there. Now he was really getting excited.

Arriving to a smaller apartment complex in Montgomery, Alabama, Doug stepped out of the rental car he had gotten at the airport. All the curtains were drawn in one of the many apartments and he knew it was hers. Climbing the stairs, he fantasized about what he was going to do to her and how he would do it. When he finally reached her door on the third floor he stopped and drew in a deep breath. In his hand he had the fishing line, duct tape, a pair of gloves and a knife and bolt cutter he had bought after leaving the airport. Standing out of the way from the peephole, he knocked three times on the door. If she had paid any attention at all she would've known it was him just by the knock. Still the 25 year old woman opened the door five minutes later, keeping the security chain still on like he had predicted.

"Hello?" was the only thing she got out before Doug quickly stuck the bolt cutter through the door and cut of the chain, slamming it open seconds later.

Maddie screamed when she saw who it was. The man who had raped her twice, who had haunted her nightmares and who had made her flee across the country out of fear. He was back once more and she knew, just like before, there was no way of getting out of there.

Doug smirked at her powerless expression, "You've been a bad, bad girl."

Emily got into her hotel room at 2am and threw herself on the bed. They had been working long and hard and no one had really wanted to call it a night until Hotch had made it a night. They were only going to get a couple hours of sleep, but at least it was something.

Emily checked her phone for new messages and saw that there were two texts from Doug. One telling her how much he missed her and the second wishing her a good night. Emily smiled when reading both of them. Writing a quick response even if she knew he was asleep, she exited the texts and put her alarm at 7am. She put her phone on the bedside table and slipped under the covers. Her eyes were closed as soon as she hit the pillow and with a smile still plastered on her lips, she fell asleep.

Doug stayed with Maddie for two days. He was confident that he would make it back before Emily since he constantly texted her to ask how everything was going. When her answers were 'It's going slow' or 'He's nowhere to be found', Doug didn't feel the need to leave anytime soon, but when Emily told him that they almost had him, he booked a flight three hours later and started to clean up any evidence that might otherwise be found in Maddie's apartment.

These days had been fun. Maddie had screamed into the duct tape every time Doug hurt her. He had tortured her a little with the fishing line around her neck and raped her over and over again for two days until he had to leave. He contemplated if he should leave her tied up naked like that and let her try to get out of it herself. With a smirk he made his decision, taking his stuff and looking at her one last time.

"Now I trust you to not do anything stupid," he said.

Maddie's teary eyes looked back at him and she shook her head quickly in fear

"Good girl," he smiled. "See you some other time."

Doug left the apartment and quickly descended the stairs. As soon as he was in his car, he stepped on the gas and drove away.

Maddie lay on the floor almost holding her breath, afraid that her rapist would return. A few minutes must have past before she dared to move. She needed to get out of the duct tape, but it just sat so hard. Moving her arms up, she tried desperately to remove the tape from her mouth so that she could breath properly and in worst case, call for help. She knew that he had told her not to tell anyone, but she just couldn't get out of her restraints.

Her fingers gripped the corner of the tape and she pulled it off slowly.

Taking a deep breath she started yelling, "HELP!" She quietly listened for any response. "PLEASE HELP!" She tried again and relaxed a little when a knock came on the door.

"Miss Stevens?" a female voice asked and she recognized it as her older neighbor.

"Just come in. I need your help," Maddie cried.

The door opened and the woman let out a scream. "My lord, what's happened here?"

Maddie looked down at her naked figure that was covered with dry blood. "I just..." She paused. She couldn't tell anyone. "...played with duct tape."

It was a lame excuse, she knew it, but she didn't want him to come back.

Maddie had expected the woman to come up and help her, but instead she took out her phone and put it against her ear. Maddie's eyes widened. What was she doing?

"I want to report a crime," the woman said and Maddie couldn't stop yelling no as her neighbor gave away the address to where they were.

After hanging up, she knelt down by Maddie who had tears streaming down her face.

"He will kill me."