A/N I'm so sorry for not updating any of my stories here! I will start doin it again in case some of you don't read o Wattpad or instagram:P And people have told me that parts of this story have been deleted on Instagram.

Anyway, here's the next chapter

Chapter 12

Derek was out of the car first and ran to the elevators, not bothering to wait for the other two behind him. The elevator arrived and without looking back to see where Hotch and Carry were, he pressed the button to their floor, running out as soon as the doors opened again.

"You're in a rush," JJ said, looking at him from her desk.

"We need to go to Emily's house.

She's in danger," Morgan said quickly.

"In danger? What's going on?" Rossi's voice came from behind him.

"It's Doug, he's..."

"Oh please, not that nonsense again. Just go back to work," JJ cut him off.

"It's not nonsense," Hotch said as he and a woman none of them recognized stepped into the bullpen. "This is Carry Matthews. She was raped by Emily's boyfriend. We need to get to Emily before anything bad happens to her."

"Oh my God," JJ said, a hand covering her mouth.

"How did you find her?" Reid asked.

"She was on the driver's license Morgan found." Hotch told everyone.

"Hey, we gotta go now," Morgan said, a bit frustrated. They could talk about all that on the way.

JJ was quick off her seat and started walking out of the room. "Let's get that Son of a bitch."

~~CM~~

Doug pulled away from Emily and held her head to make her gaze up on him. Her eyes were half closed, fighting the tiredness to hear his explanation.

"What are you talking about?" Doug asked, pretending to be confused.

"I found the drugs in the cabinet," Emily told him, not moving an inch.

Doug smiled, "Oh those are for..."

This was a question he hadn't rehearsed an answer for. It came a little too sudden and right now everything was blank in his head. What could he use Rohypnol and Sedatives for?

"Eh, screw it," he said instead and backed away from her. "Yes, I've been drugging you."

Emily was sure her heart stopped beating at this exact moment. Her boyfriend had slipped Rohypnol, what everyone knew as the date-rape drug, and Sedatives in her drinks. Had he raped her too? She couldn't know.

Her head felt near explosion as she tried to figure everything out, but still she looked calm to the man in front of her. Slowly she sat down by the kitchen table, deciding that she would need to sit down for whatever information she was about to receive.

"I was actually surprised that you found them so early. I hadn't even figured out an excuse," Doug said as if the way he'd acted was completely normal.

"You can blame the phone. I wouldn't have found them unless Morgan called," Emily told him, a little above a whisper.

As she was looking at her smirking boyfriend she thought about Morgan and the way she had treated him. He had tried to warn her over and over again, but she had been too in love. In fact, she still had some of that love left. It wasn't easy to just turn it off. But the love was also mixed with hurt because she had really trusted Doug and chosen him over Morgan. Oh God, what had she done?

She probably should have run away right this instant, but she wanted and needed answers. Plus, she was in no condition of running away so she figured it would be better to stay calm and be on his good side so he wouldn't just up and kill her.

"Why are you doing it? And please, I want the truth," Emily pleaded, knowing that Doug could easily come up with the excuse 'it was for your own good'.

"It only started yesterday. You overheard my phone call and were gonna leave me so I slipped some roofies in your drink to make you forget. And it worked," Doug said, leaning back in his chair with a content smile playing on her lips.

"And the sedatives?" she questioned.

"I needed to make sure you weren't going to remember."

Emily gulped, her eyes quickly glancing down to her stomach. "The baby? Can't this hurt or baby?"

Doug sighed sadly, "Yes, it might, but I figured we could always make a new kid. I just couldn't lose you when you were my only chance of having a family."

Emily didn't want to cry in front of him. She didn't want him to see how weak she was, even if the effect of the drugs were probably already making her look that way.

She cleared her throat quietly, "Why did I want to leave you? What did you say?"

Her boyfriend stood up quickly and held out his hand for her to take. She couldn't do much more than to take it and stand up in front of him. To her surprise Doug leaned forward and kissed her, deepening the kiss slightly before pulling back. Emily had to stop herself from touching her newly kissed lips.

"Now let's go!" he told her.

Go? No she couldn't leave with him. Morgan had called to tell her how dangerous Doug was so that could only mean that they were on the way. Right?

"Where are we going?" she dared to ask.

"Basement," he answered shortly with a hint of glee as they stopped in front of the door Emily hadn't gotten through.

At least they weren't leaving. Maybe she would make it after all.

Doug pulled on her so that she was walking in front of him down the steep steps. She knew he was still scared that she might leave, but she couldn't. She wouldn't last ten meters before passing out from exhaustion.
She stopped as soon as the steps ended and took a look around. There was nothing in this basement. It was empty. Was he taking her down here to kill her? Her eyes followed his every movement and stopped when he did by a big bookcase that he quickly pushed away. There was another door hiding and soon it was open for her to step in.

While she was taking her steps towards the hidden room, her eyes connected with Doug's warm ones, making her feel more comfortable going in there, but she had to curse herself for again feeling safe with that scumbag.

When she finally was inside she stopped in her tracks. Tons of pictures were lining the wall. Pictures of women she'd never seen before and hanging with pins on one side was driver's licenses, six of them she counted. She turned to Doug, but didn't dare to ask what all this were. Instead she waited for him to tell her. And he did.

"I have this fantasy that I can't get rid off," he started. "I like the woman I'm having sex with to fight back. I like to see fear in her eyes as we fuck." He looked at Emily who had backed away into the corner, her eyes wider than he'd ever seen them. "I know what you must think, but it's not that bad."

"Not bad?" Emily repeated to make sure she'd heard him right. "Did yiu rape those women."

"Rape is a pretty strong word. More like fulfilled my fantasies."

"Oh my God," Emily said, shaking her head.

This was not what she had imagined at all when Morgan said Doug was dangerous.

"So is this it? Are you going to kill me now?"

"See that's the problem. I'm not a killer. I couldn't hurt a fly... Or you know what I mean." Doug chuckled. "Actually I don't know what to do with you right now. I think we should just continue as before. I mean it'd be a hell of a lot easier when you know my secret. I won't have to sneak around."

"My team is on it's way," Emily blurted out. She had not meant to tell him that, but she just couldn't sit there listening to him going on about that. She wanted him to know he wasn't getting away.

Doug studied her for a second to see if she was telling the truth. She had mentioned the phone call earlier so it might've actually been true. Whatever it was, he couldn't risk aything.

Grabbing her arm roughly, he started dragging her out of the room again.
"Come on we need to get out of here."

~~CM~~

Derek Morgan couldn't help but to reflect over the time he'd known his partner. They had been through so much together. He'd tried to make her feel a part of the team when she first joined and she had started to be more and more comfortable around them. She was the best partner he could've wished for and all of that could just go away in one little second. His mind was playing up the worst case scenarios he could think of. Emily's lifeless body in a pool of blood, raped, beaten and brutalized. No matter how much he tried to imagine a happy ending in all of this he couldn't.

Another possibility was that when they came there Emily still wouldn't believe them. They had left Carry with Garcia so they didn't really have their witness with them. What if Emily would still protect that Son of a bitch? What if he would get so spooked that he'd pull a gun on her right there and shoot her in front of them?

He prayed to whatever God there was that she would be okay. Or in one piece at least. If anything happened to her, he'd never forgive himself.

"Don't do that," JJ said, meeting his eyes in the rearview mirror.

"Do what?" Morgan asked.

"Blame yourself."

"How can I not? She's in the hands of a rapist and I know she will get hurt. I can't stop picturing her dead body. And I did nothing to stop it!"

"See that right there is not true! You tried to warn her. You even tried to warn us, but we all brushed you off. We thought you were acting on jealousy. There wasn't anything else you could've done," JJ tried telling him, but Morgan just shook his head.

There was always more you could do. Always. True, the team hadn't believed him at all and chosen to trust Emily's judgement over his, but he could've tried harder to convince them.

"JJ is right. You tried your best to make everyone see," Hotch comment.

"Emily's fine," Reid said, staring out of the window. He had been the only one who had wanted to trust Morgan, but still he hadn't tried hard to convince the rest. "I mean, as long as she doesn't know who he is he shouldn't harm her, right?"

"No, he shouldn't. So far she's not a threat to him," Rossi agreed.

"Has he done this to other women?"JJ asked the question that had been bothering her since they left the office.

"I would think so. I mean what that woman described..." Hotch started, but JJ cut him off.

"What did she describe?"

"He came from behind her and raped her against a wall. He took her driver's license and threatened that he knew her name so he'd find her if she told anyone," Hotch recited. "It all sounds like someone who knows what he's doing."

"Like a serial rapist," Rossi finished.

The car got silence, everyone thinking over this conclusion, until Morgan cursed out loud. Of course their colleague's boyfriend had raped more than one woman, maybe he had even done it to Emily at one time. They couldn't know for sure.

"Drive faster!" Morgan requested. "When I get my hands on Doug I'm gonna fucking kill him!"

"We're only three minutes away," Hotch said.

Nobody commented on what Morgan wanted to do to Doug because secretly everyone wanted to do the same, but they didn't say it. Nor would they act on it. Though Morgan couldn't promise he would be able to stop himself from beating him to a bloody pulp for breaking Emily's heart. No, when Morgan was done with him not even his mother would recognize that bastard.

Two minutes left. Soon he would see for himself that she was okay. On the phone she had sounded tired and sick, but she had sounded unharmed at least. She had still insisted that Doug was a good guy which meant he hadn't done something to her that would make her get another opinion. And it didn't sound like she was pretending.

One minute. He knew they were close now. Just one turn left. He was holding the handle to his door so he could get out as soon as the car stopped.

Hotch turned onto the street where Emily lived and they passed a lot of big houses in a few different colors before all of them spotted the right white two-story house. The driveway was empty so they could easily park the car there. Everyone exited quickly and passed the closed garage door before walking up the steps to the front door. Before anyone could ring the bell, Hotch stopped them.

"If Emily's alone we'll bring her to the office so she can speak to Carry. It might be hard for her to believe that the man she loves could do something like this even if she's a good profiler. If Doug is there, we move with caution. We don't know if he has a gun on him, we don't know how he'll react. Understood?" Hotch asked and when everyone but Morgan nodded he asked one more time. "Morgan do you understand?"

"Yes, now come on," Morgan said, placing a hand on his holstered gun.

JJ rang the doorbell, everyone holding their breath while they waited for someone to open and to finally see in what state Emily was in.

When no one answered after the third ring, JJ pushed the handle down to see if it was open. Luckily for them it was. All of them held a hand on their guns as they entered the house.

"Emily?" Morgan yelled loudly.

They didn't get an answer and Morgan quickly unholstered his gun, feeling something was wrong. He had just spoken to her moments before so he knew she should be here. And she should've answered.

"Morgan, careful," Hotch warned. "Me and Morgan will take upstairs, Rossi, JJ and Reid take downstairs."

The rest of the agents unholstered their guns and quickly held them up in front of them, aiming for whatever danger would come at them.

The first clear came from Rossi, letting everyone know that Emily wasn't inside the living room. They all expected Emily to come running any minute now when hearing how someone had broken into her home. Or not broken into, the door had been unlocked.

Unfortunately there weren't any signs of her anywhere.

"Found her phone," Hotch yelled from the bedroom and Morgan came rushing inside.

"She wouldn't leave without her phone," Morgan said, taking the device from Hotch.

"Not if she left willingly," Hotch mentioned as he entered the bathroom.

"What are you saying? That Doug might've taken her away against her will?" Morgan furrowed his brows at the older man.

"We don't know for sure, but she was sick right? Why would she go if she was really sick?" Hotch said as he exited the bathroom. "Upstairs bathroom clear."

"I don't like the sound of this," Morgan sighed, shaking his head and exited the bedroom.

Hotch came after him and shouted another clear for the master bedroom. The two agents were quick to clear the entire floor and when they were done they hurried downstairs to the others. They had also cleared the bottom floor, but Emily couldn't be found there either.

"There was one door locked, though," Reid spoke up. "I tried peeking through the keyhole and it looked like a basement."

"Where is it?" Morgan asked.

"This way."

Reid walked first with the rest following closely. He stopped just beside a locked door and Morgan tried hard to pull it open. Of course it wouldn't budge.

"Stand back," he told them and took a step back. With full force he brought his leg up and kicked the door so it burst open, splinters flying everywhere.

The team ran down the stairs, hoping that the door had been locked to keep someone hidden. Maybe, just maybe, Emily would be at the bottom of these stairs.

~~CM~~

Emily tried to struggle against her boyfriends strong grip, but the drugs running in her blood made it close to impossible.

"Please, let go of me. We can talk about this, make a deal," Emily tried to negotiate.

"Sorry, babe, but there is no way your friends will go easy on me and I need you with me as leverage," Doug told her.

He sighed heavily at the struggling and stopped to lift her up over his shoulder. Emily squealed in surprise and kicked with her legs to get him to put her down.

They were almost at the door when Doug froze in his tracks at the sound of the doorbell. This actually made him put Emily down, but he still held her close to his body.

"Fuck!" he muttered as he moved a hand through his sandy blond hair in frustration.

"There's no out now," Emily's weak voice told him.

Shaking his head, he pulled at her arm again, moving back towards the basement. He knew his usually hidden room was the best place for them to take cover if he locked every door after them.

"This will keep us safe," Doug promised when he locked the basement door.

"What's your plan? To keep us locked in here forever?" Emily wondered, tiredly sitting down on a chair and leaning against the wall.

Doug thought about this. What was he going to do? His girlfriend was right. He had gotten away with his fantasy for so long and now because of a stupid chick, and the man who most likely was in love with her, he would be sent straight to prison.

Doug's blood was close to boiling and he balled his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"They will get you, Derek will get you and he won't take it easy on you. You know he tried to warn me about you. Though, he thought you were cheating on me and then today he called me to say that you were dangerous, but I wouldn't believe him," Emily said, chuckling softly. "You're sick, you know that? And I'm blind. You've been raping women behind my back for who knows how long and I didn't know. I just can't understand how you could do something like that. Wasn't I enough?"

Emily didn't want to watch him as she asked this question. She already knew the answer. She hadn't been enough, she hadn't made him happy. Though did it start before or after they met?

Emily furrowed her eyebrows, "How long have you been doing this for?"

Doug looked up to the sound of heavy feet running over the floor. "A year maybe.. I don't know," he answered quickly.

Emily inhaled a shaky breath. A year. At least it wasn't because of her. He was sick long before that. She looked at him.

"Worried?" Emily asked, noticing how he was looking up to the ceiling. She could also hear that her team had entered the house now, but the tapping sound of their feet was the only thing that gave it away.

"Shut up," Doug growled.

"What's the matter? You're scared? How do you think those girls felt? When you forced yourself on them..."

"I don't regret anything," Doug said and she knew he meant it.

"I know you don't. I, however, regret everything! I regret ever talking to you, going out with you, sleeping with you, moving in with you, trusting you, the list goes on and on. I regret..."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, bitch!" Doug yelled and turned around quickly, his face red.

Emily wasn't prepared when Doug's fist connected with her face once... Then twice, making her fall of her chair and hit her head on the concrete floor. Doug was soon on her, placing two hands around her neck and squeezing tightly.

"I told you to shut up!" Doug screamed in her face as he tightened his grip.

Emily tried to claw on his hands in an attempt to get his hands loose, but it didn't work. Her legs kicked frantically underneath him, hoping that it'd be enough to get him off of her. She could feel her airways closing and the need for oxygen got bigger. Her throat was aching as more pressure was put on it and she fought to keep herself awake. To keep herself alive. No matter how tired she was, she couldn't let herself drift off. She looked at her boyfriend, the man she had trusted with her life. It all seemed so ironic now. That man could now within a blink of an eye take everything away.