A large t-shirt draped across Emily's shoulders. Derek recognized it. It was one of his old Chicago PD softball team shirts. He chose not to tease her about stealing things from his room. The gray cotton panties covering her were hidden under the long shirttail. Derek had retrieved a white v-neck from his closet. He was already sitting in the corner of the sectional when Emily emerged from her room. She had balled her hair haphazardly on top of her head. Even with bloodshot eyes, she was by far the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

"Come here." He nudged his head curtly. She obliged, taking a space between his sprawled legs. He spread a large quilt over them both as she nestled into his warm body.

"I don't want the whole team to know." Her voice was much stronger now than it had been in the bathroom.

"Okay…" Derek's voice was unsteady.

"You can write it all down later. Tell Hotch you took my statement. Whatever."

"Baby, I will do whatever you need me too." He assured her, tracing patterns on her arms with deft fingers.

As Emily began her story, neither heard the quiet slump of Spencer's body sliding down the wall behind them, onto the floor.

"He was waiting for me when I went out for coffee. He was under the SUV, I think. He came out of nowhere." Her voice had evened out, and her retelling was mostly emotionless. "He had a stun gun." Instinctively, she reached for her collarbone. Looking over her, Derek could see two fresh burn marks. He leaned down, lightly kissing the tender flesh. Emily couldn't help but moan.

"He takes me to the cabin. After we were in the cellar, he made me call you guys. I thought I was as good as dead. Spence and I had that huge fight, and I needed to talk to him one more time. That's why I called him." Her eyes were wandering around the room.

"I know." Derek whispered in her ear, stroking her hair lightly.

"It wasn't until after he left that I saw her."

"Saw who?" Derek demanded. He winced immediately at the tone. Before he had time to apologize, Emily answered.

"She said her name was Maggie."

"Maggie Fields." Derek confirmed.

"Yeah. She had been there for a week. The things he had done to her, Derek." Her previously lifeless voice had been replaced by a must higher-pitched vocalization.

"We found her body the second day you were missing. We were so afraid it was you."

"She had been through so much. By the end she was begging him to kill her." Derek tightened his grip around her. "He did it, right in front of me." She had stopped even trying to control her tears. They were falling freely.

"Baby, shh. It's okay. You're safe now." Derek was consoling her as best he could. He knew she needed to tell him, even if she didn't want too.

"When she was gone, I was all he had." She drew a shaky breath. "At first it wasn't so bad. When he would touch me, I would close my eyes and think about you and Spence. It took me away from it. Remembering how happy you were on Christmas when your family came here, and Spence's last birthday when we surprised him with a trip to Vegas. It kept me grounded." Despite the horror she had been through, she was still smiling at those memories now.

"Eventually, it got worse." She was chewing on her lip.

"Emily," Morgan started. He was going to ask a question when he already knew the answer. "Did he rape you?"

She just nodded against his back, unable to say it out loud.

"Even then, I was okay. I could imagine being in bed between you and Reid, how safe I feel with the two of you." She licked her dry lips.

"Emily, what aren't you telling me?" Derek was concerned.

"He comes in on the third morning with all of these pictures, spreads them out and makes me look at them."

"What were they?"

"Surveillance photos. Of our families."

"What?" Derek was genuinely confused.

"Spence's mom, your mom, Sarah and Desiree, Cindi and Anthony, Jack, Henry and Will, Nate. Everyone our team cares about was there."

Derek was blinking his eyes quickly. This made no sense. Emily started to fill in the blanks.

"He tells me that he was a follower of The Replicator's work, an apprentice of sorts. He got the photos from him. He knew every person's name and address. Derek, I was terrified he would hurt them." It was obvious she was building to something.

"He tells me to pick one of them to save. If I was good enough, I could save them all." She was shaking again. "I didn't know what to do. I was afraid it was a trap. That he would kill who ever I picked just to torture me. But, I knew the profile. If he was offering a deal, I knew it was an honest one."

"You had to choose between Jack, Henry, and Anthony." Derek said flatly. He knew she would save the kids first.

"Yes." She squeaked. "I almost said Jack, but then I thought about how sadistic this guy was. My punishment was going to be connected to the person I saved."

"You knew he was going to stab you, like Foyet."

"Yes. I knew I needed to be strong, to save as many of them as I could. Derek, I didn't think I was getting out alive." She was trying to convince him that everything she did was a desperate attempt to save their loved ones.

"I know, baby."

"I figured I was going to be beaten into submission if I chose Anthony, but I really didn't know what would happen if I chose Henry."

"You knew you could take the beating." He finished her thought for her.

"Yes."

"How bad did he hurt you?"

"It was mostly just with a cane. It hurt, but nothing broke." Her dry tone was back. "I didn't cry."

"That's what he wanted?" Derek asked.

"Yeah. It felt like an eternity, but it was really only an hour. Then he tells me what a good girl I was, and asks me to choose another person to save."

"So you picked Henry." It wasn't a question.

"Yes."

"What happened?"

"Do you know why JJ gave up her Communications liaison position?"

Derek looked at her quizzically. "I know what she told everyone." He said, very unsure of himself.

"It was because of a case she didn't take. A man was kidnapping women and locking them in his cellar. The victims were high risk, and JJ thought it was just coincidence they'd gone missing. There bodies weren't recovered until one girl managed to escape and go for help. They were buried in his yard. She said she never wanted to hold someone's fate in her hands like that again."

Derek just stared at her.

"I was already suffering for Henry. I think he called it a 'free space.'"

"So, I chose Jack next. The cuts were much shallower than I expected. They weren't like Foyet's."

"He wanted you to live through it." It wasn't Derek's voice.