"Emily!" Rossi screamed as he burst through the cabin door.
"Prentiss!"
"Em! It's us!"
Five eager voices busted through every door in the cabin, screaming for her. She could hear their footsteps. She couldn't yell back. She hoped Spence had understood her message.
"This has to be it." Rossi spat aloud.
"Reid." JJ stood in the middle of the living room. "Emily told you how to find her. Think."
Hardwick had made her call them, so they would know he had her. She had called Reid. Before hanging up she said, "Remember that night in Italy. Please remember me that way, always."
It had made no sense. They had never been to Italy together. The last part he remembered. She had said it to him the first time they made love. "I want to remember you like this, always." That's what she had said.
He couldn't concentrate on the words she had spoken. Flickers of their first night together splattered through his mind.
Morgan was standing behind Reid. His hands were rubbing against the knit material of his shirt.
"Come on, pretty boy." He whispered aloud. It sent Reid's mind into a spiral.
He was lying on the floor. His clothes had long been discarded. Emily was straddling him. Her warm heat enveloped his hard member. His skin was burning from fresh bite marks and scratches. Her long dark hair was spilling down milky shoulders. She moved slowly on top of him.
"Come on, pretty boy." A dark voice whispered hoarsely from the corner.
"I want to remember you like this, always." Emily had smiled, and she dipped her head to take possession of his hungry mouth. He had been oblivious to the carpet burn from the rug, then. The next day strong hands had rubbed ointment onto the raw splotches of skin. He could still feel those hands.
"The rug!" Reid exclaimed. His emotions were in overdrive, and the implications of his next words were lost to him.
"Remember, that first night." He waved his hand at Morgan. "Emily says to me, 'I want to remember you like this, always.' But the next morning, with all the ointment and the carpet burns, she says 'Please don't remember me like this.' She didn't want me to remember her hurting me. There's a cellar or a trap door, or something under a rug!"
The three other agents were staring deftly at the pair. Their words were foreign. They had no meaning. Even if Emily's life hadn't been in danger, they would have never guessed that Morgan and Reid were talking about the first night they all made love, together.
"Start looking." Morgan added deftly.
Five short minutes later, Derek screamed from a corner bedroom,
"In here!"
Reid burst through the door, and shoved a key recovered from Hardwick's pocket into Morgan's hand.
They barreled down the stairs into a dirty pit.
Emily was gagged and tied, wearing only her underwear. She had shallow stab wounds on her entire body. Morgan mind flashed instantly to Hotch's scared torso. The wounds were so similar. Her face was bruised, and her wrists rubbed raw. From the way she winced when he touched her, Morgan had no doubt there were many more bruises that had yet to surface.
Derek quickly removed his jacket, and wrapped her in it, hiding her tortured skin from the rest of the agents. Reid made quick work of the gag and ties.
"I knew you'd figure it out." She touched his cheek softly.
The rest of the team had made it downstairs.
"Are you okay?" Hotch knelt beside her. She shook her head.
"The paramedics are on the way." JJ announced.
"Let's get out of here." Morgan scooped Emily into his arms, and she rested her head on his shoulder.