Emily turned around, toward the voice. Spencer was still slumped against the wall. He didn't even seem aware that he'd spoken out loud.

"Jesus, baby boy." Derek huffed. "How long have you been there? You scared me to death!"

"The whole time. I'm sorry Emily." He had risen from the floor and was walking toward them. "I didn't want to eavesdrop, but I needed to know." He was avoiding eye contact.

"Hey!" She said sharply. "Don't apologize. I wasn't going to keep all of it from you, but I…" she wasn't sure how to finish.

"You needed to tell Derek. I get it." There was no sarcasm or hostility in his voice. He really understood.

"Come here." Derek said to the youngest man.

"Please stay." Emily glanced over the frail frame before her. His shirt hung awkwardly on his boney shoulders, and his polar bear boxers made her smile.

Reid gleefully retreated to the right side of the corner sectional. With Derek in the middle, Emily and Spencer could easily stretch out on each leg of the 'L' shaped sofa and rest their heads on him. With both of his legs encasing Emily's body, Reid chose a soft spot on Derek's thigh to lay his head.

"Spence is right." Derek spoke once they were settled.

"I know. I was bleeding so much. I knew I wasn't going to die for a while, but I didn't have much strength." She was quiet, clearly recalling the memory in her head. "He tells me it's time for another part of the game." Her quivering lip was apparent in her voice, even though neither man could see her face.

"For every three people I saved, I had to choose a team member to die."

Derek's eyes were dark with anger. Why hadn't they questioned why he was at the precinct?

"Emily, you don't have to tell us." Spencer spoke. He was lying on his side, facing away from Derek's body. Emily rolled her head to the side. She could see a profile of his face in the darkness.

"I chose Rossi." She spoke as if she hadn't heard Spencer at all. Derek was surprised. Emily was closer to Rossi than anyone else on the team. She spent almost as much time with Dave as she did Spencer and Derek.

"Why?" Reid's question was strictly intellectual.

"Jack couldn't lose both of his parents. I couldn't do that to him. I couldn't take JJ away from Henry. No way was I picking one of you guys. I thought I was as good as dead. I didn't want to leave one of you completely lonely. Rossi was a logical choice. No kids. No lovers. It's what he would've wanted me to do. I also know that Rossi stays the most level headed during a crisis. He stood the best chance of beating him." They knew she was right.

"When he left, I remember falling asleep. When I woke the first thing I heard was Dave yelling my name upstairs. I thought it was a dream. Then you came down those stairs…" She reached over to intertwine her fingers with Spencer's. Her other hand was caressing Derek's unoccupied thigh gently.

"You're safe now." Derek said, reassuringly.

"I'm so sorry you had to shoot him, Spence." Emily said after a few minutes.

"I thought he was going to shoot Derek. It wasn't a hard choice."

"Now that you know he was really going to shoot Rossi?" Morgan quizzed.

"I don't regret it. We're all a family. I would die for any one on the team."

A shrill ring interrupted them. It was coming from the pile of duffels in the floor. Reid rolled off the couch, quickly reaching Derek's bag.

He tossed the phone to Emily; afraid he wouldn't make it all the way to Morgan.

The caller ID read 'Hotch.'

Morgan took the phone from her hands, answering it sharply.

"Morgan."

"Morgan, it's me. Listen, I need to talk to you about something the CSI team found in the cellar."

"I know, Hotch. Listen, Em just told me about the photos."

"I need to speak to her." Aaron said curtly.

"Hotch, listen man. She doesn't want to talk to you about it. I'm sorry. She's telling me and Spence everything."

"Did he rape her?" Morgan rolled his eyes. The man was persistent.

"Hotch, when she wants you to know she will come to you."

"Derek, when there are surveillance photos of my child in a psycho's bedroom I get nervous." He was screaming at Morgan. Emily could hear everything through the phone. Without ceremony, she yanked the phone from Derek's ear.

"Hotch." Her voice traveled through the speaker.

"Emily. I'm so sorry."

"Don't be. You're scared." She paused. "It was a game."

"What?" Much like Derek, Aaron was very confused.

"The photos were part of a game. Hotch I can't explain it all over the phone."

"Then I'm coming over. I have to know you're okay. And that Jack is okay."

"Okay."

When the phone clicked off, Emily turned to her boyfriends.

"Hotch is coming over."

"Em. You didn't have to do that. I would've handled it." Derek's firm voice scolded her.

"I know. But it wasn't fair to Hotch. He deserves the whole truth. Everyone does. I'm gonna call Rossi and JJ." Her voice was shaking.

"We are here for you. Anything you don't want to tell them, we won't mention."