Chapter 10

As Morgan parked the car in front of a cozy little apartment complex, he was thinking about the best way to approach the woman. He had to remind himself that it most likely wasn't the woman's fault Emily would get hurt, that Carry probably didn't even know that the man she was screwing already had a girlfriend.

The woman lived on the second floor and Morgan took the steps two at a time until he was in front of the right door. Knocking three times, he waited for someone to open and when he couldn't hear a single noise behind the door he was ready to go away, but just when he turned his back to the door, a jiggle of a lock could be heard.

The door opened slowly until the safety chain stopped it. A tiny brunette woman peaked out. She was cute, he'd have to give her that, but would he really be able to stay nice with her, to keep his temper in check?

After another look at her, he said, "Carry Matthews?" The woman nodded shyly. "I'd like to speak to you about Doug Eaton."

Carry cleared her throat, "Who?"

"Doug Eaton. I know you've met him. Your driver's license was in his pocket," Morgan said, noticing how her eyes suddenly glazed over in some kind of fear.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm sorry, but I'll have to ask you to leave," the girl said, starting to close the door.

"Please, ms Matthews, I just want to ask you a few questions about him," Morgan pleaded with her.

"I told you... I can't help you," she said.

Morgan could clearly see that something was up with her. The fear in her eyes almost scared him. What could've made her so frightened? Was it the fact that her affair with Doug was about to be discovered or was there something else. The latter sounded most likely. He took another minute to look her over. She was wearing a grey oversized sweatshirt with light blue jeans. Her cheeks, he noticed now, had tear tracks from her eyes to her chin and he had a cut on her left eyebrow. The raven haired girl was in a mess, as if she hadn't bothered to fix it. No, this woman hadn't bothered to fix anything. She was a mess right now and at that moment he knew that Emily wasn't the only one getting hurt.

"Tell you what. When you feel ready to talk you can call me. I can protect you from whatever will harm you if you tell. I'm with the FBI."

Morgan handed her his card at the same time as he showed his badge. At first he hadn't wanted to introduce himself as an agent since it wasn't an FBI matter, but something worse than adultery was going on. He just hoped that he'd managed to convince the girl to call him. Doug had done something to this girl and Morgan was going to find out what. This did count as a positive lead so he was still going to look into things without breaking his promise to Garcia. Unfortunately whatever the outcome would be, Emily would get hurt.

Straight after dinner Emily made the call to the doctor to make an appointment. She got one in a week, which she was pretty content with. Maybe she'd get her period in the meantime and would have to cancel it. Though at the moment both she and Doug were really happy about becoming parents. If she wasn't pregnant she would actually be disappointed.

Doug's lips pressed against Emily's all of a sudden as they were sitting on the couch in front of the TV. Emily couldn't suppress the moan and opened her mouth to let Doug's tongue swirl together with hers. The man was a great kisser.

Pushing Emily down on the couch, he wrapped his arms around her body, bringing her closer and making her pelvis push up against him.

"What brought this on?" she moaned against his lips.

"Thought we needed to celebrate and now that I have you home for the rest of the day, we can do a lot of this," Doug said, moving a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I like the sound of that," Emily said with a smile, feeling on her thigh how much her boyfriend wanted her right now. And she wanted him too, so much.

Doug once again captured her lips and started to pull of her shirt, throwing it on the floor before working on the next piece of clothing.

When her bra and pants were off he stood up to admire her body. She looked amazing like that. Almost completely naked, only her panties left. She almost met his standards, but not entirely. The fact that she never gave him a fight or begged for mercy made him need the other girls real bad.

With a smirk he bent down and pulled off her panties too.

Emily smiled back, never shy to let him watch her naked form. She knew he desired her and wouldn't leave. She knew he loved her.

"Let's move this up to the bedroom," he said and in a swift move picked her up.

He still had all his clothes on, but he couldn't wait to get them off. His thoughts never left Maddie as he walked up the stairs. Right now he needed a release that would take his thoughts off of her and later tonight, as soon as Emily fell asleep after hours of exhausting love making, he would take care of the younger woman.

Soon he entered the bedroom and put Emily gently down on the bed. But before he could get rid of anyone, he had to take care of his own woman. Time for a little fun.

Emily didn't know what time it was when she woke up, but she did know that her whole body was sore from the previous activities. If she could she would've continued to sleep, she was exhausted. She tried to stretch out her muscles and grimaced at the pain shooting through her body.

Looking to her left, she noticed that the other side of the bed was empty. With a sigh she pushed herself up on her arms and threw the covers of. How had Doug even managed to get up? Wasn't he as exhausted as her? She reached over for her phone and looked at the display. Only 9 pm she read.

Emily slowly stepped out of bed and grabbed a robe to cover her naked body before walking on her tip toes out of the master bedroom. She didn't know why she was sneaking out, but the complete silence the house was under made her wary. Especially when she didn't find her boyfriend where he was supposed to be. The house was a little chilly so she brought her arms around her body to shield herself as she walked through the hallway.

She sighed in relief when she started to hear Doug's voice downstairs and a wide smile spread over her face. Quicker this time, she walked down the stairs, her boyfriend's voice getting louder and louder as she got closer. It was clear that he hadn't heard her come down as he never turned her way. Instead he was pacing the kitchen in anger. Emily frowned. Never before had she seen that look on his face. Something had really upset him. Was it her? Had she done something?

She chose not to announce her presence but stood there watching him and soon she noticed that he was on the phone. That came as a slight relief, knowing that she wasn't the source of his anger. But she wanted to find out what was.

"So?" Doug almost barked out.

Emily was startled by the loud noise, but she didn't ask him if everything was okay. A part of her knew how wrong it was to eavesdrop, just as wrong as Morgan had acted the night before, and she had been really pissed at him. Still she couldn't get a sound out when she stood there in the doorway, hiding in the shadows of the house.

"I don't care about your excuses. Find her!"

Emily's scowl grew deeper. Who was the 'her' he was talking about?

"Then try something else, hack into the Montgomery police department's files. See if they have any records about where she is," Doug said, still pissed at the person on the other side of the line.

Montgomery... Why did he need to find someone there? A nagging feeling was tearing a hole in Emily and her thoughts wouldn't leave Morgan's previous accusation. Was the woman he was looking for the girl Morgan had supposedly found on a driver's license in Doug's pocket? Could that be true? No, Doug loved her and only her. He had done nothing to deserve Emily's doubts.

Though, Montgomery sounded so familiar. Of course she had heard the city's name before, but she knew someone had mentioned it within the last couple of days. Emily smiled. Maybe Doug had mentioned it when talking about his parents. They didn't live in D.C so maybe that was it. Stepping out of the shadows, she was going to approach him, but when he started to talk again she stopped.

"Madeline Stevens," he said and Emily couldn't help the gasp leaving her and quickly she turned around and hurried up the stairs, unsure if her boyfriend heard her.

Something told her he had because her exit wasn't quiet at all, but she didn't care. She needed to get out of there. Now.

Of course this could all have a rational explanation, but why would Doug call and ask about a woman who just earlier had been all over the news. Unless it was a coincidence and he just knew a woman with the exact same name. The anger had scared her though so maybe that was why she was currently throwing some clothes into a go bag. She would talk to Doug another time, but right now she knew she wouldn't be able to have a normal conversation with the man and she wouldn't call the police until she was really sure her boyfriend had done something to hurt that girl. He did match her description too, among a big part of the American population.

Shaking her head, she hoist her bag up on her shoulder and started out of the room.

Doug had waited for a little while after Emily had fallen asleep to leave the bed. His muscles ached as he stood up, but he didn't let that keep him from continuing out the bedroom. With one last look at Emily's sleeping form, he closed the bedroom door and started down the stairs.

The day had been just like he wanted it, in bed, exhausting each other with physical activities. Now he had to take care of his other business before his woman woke up.

Taking out his phone, he walked to the kitchen and started calling the first one of his contacts. One of these guys had to help him find Maddie. The bitch thought she could tell on him, but boy was she wrong.

"Luke, hey, how's it going man?" Doug said when someone answered.

"Hey, I'm doing good. Kelly just reached her last trimester," Luke said and Doug could here the pride in his voice.

"That's great," Doug said. "So listen, I need your help again."

A sigh could be heard on the other side of the line, "I'm sorry, Doug, but I'm pretty swamped here. I can't help you this time."

"That's okay," he said, trying hard to suppress the anger boiling inside of him. "Thanks anyways."

"Just a tip, you should really keep your eye on your women."

Doug forced a laugh, "I will try. Talk to you some other time."

Doug angrily hung up and called the next number. The same thing there. He got a lame excuse to why the other man couldn't help. It was the fourth person he called who agreed to try at least. By that time Doug's anger had started seeping over and he just wanted to strangle someone right then and there.

"The name doesn't show up in my search or the name does, but it's not the girl you're looking for," the man said, quite nervously.

"Then try something else, hack into the Montgomery police department's files. See if they have any records about where she is," Doug yelled into his phone. Maddie Stevens was out there and he needed to find her to keep her from talking.

"Alright, hold on a sec," the man said and the sound of fingers dancing away on the keys could be heard. "Okay, I'm in. Maddie Stevens..."

"Madeline Stevens," he said angrily.

Of course the right woman wouldn't come up if he looked for the nickname.

A gasp caught his attention and that followed by the running of feet. The sound moved up the stairs and Doug was sure that the sound had come from Emily. His girlfriend had heard his conversation and was now running away. If it wouldn't have freaked her out she would have stayed to eavesdrop some more. Eavesdrop. That was exactly what she had done and Doug couldn't help but to get even more pissed off. What was it with this snooping around thing? First Morgan and now his own girlfriend had sunk so low.

"Let me call you back later. Find the information I need," Doug said before slamming his phone on the table.

Pacing the room, he waited until he heard Emily coming down the stairs again. That's when he left the kitchen and approached her.

"Hey, babe, you're awake," he said, pulling her into his arms.

Emily quickly pulled away. "Sorry I gotta go."

"What? Where are you going?" Doug pretended to be confused.

"I've got a case," Emily lied through her teeth.

"And do you usually go to work in a robe?"

Emily looked down at herself and also noticed that she had forgotten to change.

"No..." Emily mumbled.

"Come to the kitchen and I'll make you something to eat and drink," Doug suggested.

Emily shook her head, "No I have to leave now."

Emily stepped past him, but was stopped by a hand gripping her arm, making her turn around again.

"Is everything okay?" he asked.

"You tell me," Emily answered. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes, of course, why wouldn't it be?" Doug asked as if he didn't know what she was talking about.

"Then who's Madeline Stevens?" Emily asked, putting her bag down, but before he got to answer she continued. "I know she was on the news. I know she was in Montgomery. I know you've never mentioned anyone with that name before. I know..." She paused. "Did you do something?"

"Honey, what are you talking about? Yes we heard about that awful story this morning, but what does that have to do with me?"

"I heard you on the phone, Doug," Emily said, pulling herself away from him.

"I don't understand. What are you..."

"Talking about?" Emily interrupted him. "You wanted someone to find Madeline Stevens. Why?"

"I wanted someone to find the girl from the news? Isn't she in police custody in Alabama? Are you really okay?" Doug approached her again and put a hand on her forehead. "Oh, sweetie, you are burning up."

Emily closed her eyes in frustration. "Don't change the subject," she told him and tried to move away from him.

"No, baby, I'm just worried about you. You don't look okay. Your pupils are dilated, you're hallucinating and you're awfully warm. You might have a fever."

Emily sighed. She did feel exhausted, but a fever? No, she couldn't have imagined it all.

"Let me get you a glass of water, okay? Then we can talk," Doug said and walked into the kitchen, knowing that Emily wouldn't leave quite yet.

She didn't. Through everything she'd heard, she wanted to work it out. She needed to believe that the love Doug had shared with her the past weeks wasn't just a big lie.

Doug took out glass from the cabinet and took some water from the fridge. Placing the glass of water on the counter he opened another cabinet and looked behind all the groceries for his tea box. In there he kept things that he never wanted Emily to see and in case of emergencies would be easily accessible. And he knew that Emily only drank coffee.

Opening the box, he saw the rohypnol and brought it out. He took the right amount to make her pass out, but not die. He didn't want to lose her. Not yet. If this wouldn't work, if he couldn't convince her that she had imagined everything he would be forced to end her.

Mixing the drug into her drink, he calmly walked out of the kitchen and handed Emily the water. Without even looking at the glass, she downed it in just a couple of seconds and Doug smiled gently.

"There! Can I go now?" she said, picking her bag up.

"Emily, I don't want you to go out when you're like this. Especially not in a robe."

Rolling her eyes, she walked past him to the hall closet to take out a coat.

"Now I'm dressed. See you later, Doug," Emily said, but as she walked past him again she suddenly felt dizzy and put her hand on Doug's shoulder to steady herself.

"Whoa, slow down," he said.

"You're right," she breathed heavily. "I don't feel very good."

Emily held on tighter to his shirt as she tried to keep herself on her legs.

"Come on, let's go sit down," Doug said, putting an arm around Emily's body and leading her to the couch.

Slowly, Emily walked with him and sat down. Maybe Doug had been right. She was really sick so what if she had imagined stuff. It was the most logical thing right now. How could she even have doubted him? She shook her head, but that only caused the dizziness to worsen and black spots formed in front of her eyes.

"I think..." Emily started, but she didn't get further before her vision tuned completely black and she found herself asleep.

"She called in sick?" Morgan asked incredously.

Emily had never voluntarily called in sick. Sure she had gone home earlier the day before, but that was because she'd been pissed at Morgan. Could she really still be pissed enough to not come to work? Morgan wouldn't believe that. No, he knew something else was up.

"Yes, Morgan, she didn't feel well," Hotch told him.

"Bullshit!" Morgan wanted to slam his fist on the table, but decided against it to not cause a scene.

Although, the volume of his voice seemed to draw enough attention as it was.

"Calm down, Morgan. You saw her yesterday," Hotch said, looking at the younger agent sternly. "She wouldn't be able to think clearly today."

Morgan started pacing the office. He had to tell his boss about the girl he had visited, but everyone seemed so reluctant to believe him.

"I want you to come with me somewhere," Morgan said and stopped to look Hotch straight in his eyes.

"Morgan we really don't have time for this," Hotch said.

"Dammit Hotch, Emily might be in danger," Morgan yelled and this time it seemed like Hotch was actually listening to Morgan's words, as well as everyone else in the bullpen.

"In danger? She's at home with Doug right now," Hotch wanted to make sure he had heard the younger man correctly.

"Exactly! He will hurt her," Morgan said. "Just come now."

Hotch was starting to lose his temper with his colleague.

"Doug is not cheating on her and if he was, a broken heart doesn't count as..."

"I'm not talking about that. I think he's up to something far worse. I need to take you there."

Morgan knew that if they'd go straight to Emily's place she still wouldn't believe him, unless she was already injured, but Hotch had talked to her earlier so they knew she was fine now. If Morgan brought Hotch directly to Emily, she would never trust anything they said. If they convinced Carry to talk, though, Emily would know who Doug really was.

Hotch sighed, and on that sigh Morgan knew what his boss' decision was.

"Okay, let's go!"

Her eyes slowly fluttered open and she let out a groan, feeling the nausea taking over her body. Sunlight was peeping through the blinds so she could see that it was morning. What the hell happened last night? She needed to think, even if thinking and remembering seemed like the most impossible thing right now.

Suddenly she shot up in bed, one hand firmly placed on her stomach. The baby. If she felt this sick and couldn't remember much something must've happened and whatever that something was, the baby might've gotten hurt. Closing her eyes tightly, she tried hard to remember the night before. Had there been screaming? Yes, some screaming and then... Her mind was blank.

"Doug?" she croaked out and her eyes widened at how raspy her voice sounded. "Doug?" Her voice was louder this time, but still no Doug.

Slowly and careful to not make her nausea worse, she stepped out of bed. The blood rushed to her head as soon as she stood up, making her vision blurry and she grabbed the wall so she wouldn't fall.

With heavy steps, she walked out of her bedroom, moving towards the staircase. Déjà vu was the only thing she could think about as she moved down the stairs. This was exactly how she remembered it, but then it got foggy.

"Em, sweetie, you're up," Doug said and ran to embrace her.

"Yes, what happened?"

"Let's sit down first," Doug said as he led her to a chair, placing a cup of coffee in front of her. "How are you feeling?"

Emily hung her head in her hands and shook it. "I honestly don't know."

"What do you mean?" Doug asked.

"I can't remember much from last night and it's kind of freaking me out."

"What do you remember?" Doug asked, trying not to sound too scared that she'd remember the truth.

Emily closed her eyes hard, trying her best to remember anything at all. Shaking her head she looked at him.

"What were you screaming about?" She asked.

"Screaming?" Doug raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, that's the last thing I can remember. You were angry," Emily scrunched her eyebrows together to make sure she remembered correctly.

"That's what you said before you passed out," Doug sighed, shaking his head sadly.

"What?" Emily wanted to know.

"You came downstairs because you said you had heard someone yelling and you accused me of some nasty things before you just fell, hitting your head on the way down," Doug explained, lying as smoothly as e could.

She didn't remember anything about the screaming now, but soon she would remember what he'd said and by then she would believe that it was all a fidget of her imagination. Though, if he played his cards right, she would never recall those minutes again. The drug he put in her coffee would make sure she didn't. He hadn't put a strong enough dose for her to pass out again, just make her sick and get some occasional blackouts. In the end everything would be back to normal and they could live the happy life they lived before last night's events.

"I'm sorry if I scared you and for everything else I did last night," Emily apologized, feeling the shame of treating her boyfriend like that, like shit.

"No need to apologize, sweetie,. You weren't yourself. I think you had a high fever."

Doug gauged her facial expression and body language, neither showed the strong, tough agent she usually was.

"I don't think you should go to work today," he said.

"No, I'll call Hotch and tell him I'm sick," Emily said, feeling how the fever seemed to get worse.

Standing up, it felt as if her head was going to explode. She really didn't feel well.

Emily took the phone and dialed Hotch's number. He answered after three signals.

"Hotch," he said in the same monotone voice as always.

"Hey, it's Emily. I..." She swallowed and took a deep breath to keep the bile from rising. "I can't come to work today. I have a fever and... Yeah, sorry."

"You don't sound very well," Hotch agreed. "I'm glad you decided to stay home so I wouldn't have to force you. Is Doug home with you?"

Emily smiled and glanced at Doug. "Yes, he'll take care of me."

"Good, then feel better," Hotch said and with that they hung up.

Emily returned to the table and slumped down in the chair.

Smirking, Doug watched her slumped form. Yes, he would definitely win.

Sighing, Hotch stepped out of the vehicle and followed Morgan into an apartment complex. He knew this was just Morgan being Morgan and that this would turn out to be nothing. Morgan was worried about Emily and right now he was just running on his emotions which meant he couldn't see or think straight.

So when they knocked on this Carry woman's door, Hotch's expectations were low. He would've never believed that they'd find anything, but as the petite woman opened the door he could sense something was seriously wrong.

"Why did you come back?" The woman asked, peeking out from the security chain.

"We need you to tell us who Doug really is," Morgan said.

"I told you I don't know him," Carry told the agents, not daring to look them in the eyes.

"Please, ma'am, we need you to tell us," Hotch was the one to say. "One of our agents is involved with the man and we believe she might be in danger."

This time Carry looked straight at them, her eyes widening slightly at the older man's words.

"That scumbag has a girlfriend?"

"Scumbag?" Morgan questioned.

"I think it's best if you two come in," she said, releasing the chain and finally opening the door.

The agents looked at each other before entering. That went pretty easy. Easier than they thought. Mentioning Emily and the fact that Doug had a girlfriend seemed to spark something in the younger woman.

Her apartment didn't look like a home right now. All the curtains were drawn, leaving the entire place in darkness. They could see that the woman was sleeping on the couch, with a large knife on the table, ready to attack. Clothes were scattered on the floor and only now did they notice that she wasn't wearing anything more than a robe.

"Please sit down," the woman offered. "Do you want anything to drink? I have coffee, tea and ehm... I think soda."

Morgan shook his head, "No, thanks, we're good. Can you tell us about Doug now?" He decided to get straight to the point.

The woman looked down to her fidgeting hands as she sat down, facing the agents.

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything. How you met, what he did..."

"I didn't wanna meet him. It wasn't like we shopped in the same store and just happened to bump into each other," the woman said, holding her arms close around her body as if to shield herself. "He came out of nowhere." The woman sighed.

"What do you mean?" Morgan asked, already not liking the way she looked like a victim. It just meant that Doug was even worse than he could've ever imagined. And he did imagine really bad things.

"I was on my way home from the gym and someone slammed me into the wall," she held a hand to a bruise that had formed over her eyebrow. "I screamed and that made him turn me around and put his hand over my mouth. He told me that if I even breathed he'd kill me." The woman stopped, swallowing the tears that were threatening to fall.

"Take your time," Hotch told her even if he really wanted to hear the rest.

Carry took deep breaths to try and calm herself. The last thing she wanted was to break down in front of these agents, even if crying had been the only thing she'd done since she came home last night after being brutally raped.

"I'm okay," she said, exhaling a shaky breath. "He pulled my skirt up and ripped of my panties. Then he... He pulled down his own pants and... And... He raped me." A tear had started to trickle down her cheek. "I didn't want it to happen, I swear, but I stopped screaming."

"He threatened you and you were scared," Morgan said. "We understand."

"How do you know that it was Doug? Did he introduce himself?" Hotch had to ask, hoping that this was all a big mistake.

"You told me that you had found my driver's license in his pocket," she said, looking at Morgan. "Before he left me he showed me it and said that he knew my name and could come back to kill me if I told anyone. He took the license with him."

Hotch shook his head. This was way worse than the first accusations Morgan had come up with. And all of this had happened behind their backs, behind Emily's back, without anyone noticing a thing. How could that have happened? They were a bunch of profilers and the only one who had suspected something fishy was Morgan.

"Thank you for your help," Hotch said sternly as he stood up.

"Will you protect me?" Carry asked in fear as she understood that the agents were going to leave.

Morgan looked at Hotch with a frown before turning back to the poor woman, "Would you like to come with us to the office. You'll be safer there while we deal with Doug, okay?"

The woman nodded, still afraid, and stood up. She hurried to get dressed in a pair of faded jeans and a hoodie that was a little oversized. Without even thinking she grabbed a hold of Morgan, feeling safest close to him.

Morgan looked at the girl in surprise, but decided to let the girl hold him for now. As long as they got that monster put away for life.