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Chapter 13
As Emily was marched quickly down the corridor she turned her head to see that the team were also being forced along. In the other direction, that is.
"No!" She screeched, thrashing around in his arms as much as her injuries would allow and she distantly heard her friend's doing the same.
"Do what I tell you and I won't kill them on the spot." Mr. Prentiss hissed in her ear from behind, his voice full of menace. "That's it." He spoke again when she stilled in his arms, but quickly pushed her forwards again.
They continued to walk for a while, taking so many twists and turns that Emily had no idea in what direction they had came, nor what direction her friends were going. Her father abruptly pulled her to a stop outside yet another identical metal door, and was promptly shoved inside where she fell to the cold floor; the metal door swinging quickly to a close, the sounds of bolts and latches coming from the other side.
"Emily!" She heard a familiar voice yell, causing her to quickly sit up, but she stifled the groan brought along with the familiar throb in her chest. All of her teammates were chained along one wall of the enormous room she was in.
"What's going on?" She shouted back, slowly picking herself up from the ground. Before anyone had a chance to reply, a booming voice filled the room from what Emily guessed at as speakers.
"I felt a little disappointed that our game got cut short earlier, so…" Mr. Prentiss' voice trailed off, and the profilers could even hear the grin that they knew what on his sinister face. "I guess there's nothing else to say other than… Let the game begin." Emily stood completely still, not knowing what to do. The room seemed fairly empty, but she was sure that this would not be the case, considering her father's track record so far, and that he had something up his sleeve.
"Prentiss!" Hotch called out to her, sensing her hesitance. "Go as slow as you like, okay?" He waited for her nod.
"Err… You guys?" The brunette yelled fearfully, her voice wavering a little. "There's a tile on the floor a different color to all the others."
"Test it with your foot first." JJ advised, remembering the situation from quite a few hours ago. Emily cautiously placed one foot on the tile, and pressed down a little. The lights dimmed and crimson red lasers shot across the room, crisscrossing ahead of her.
"Shit." Hotch cussed quietly to himself, and then spoke a little louder. "Emily, we don't know what these things are going to do, so I suggest putting something through first and seeing what happens, before you attempt anything." The brunette nodded in reply, not realizing he wouldn't see in the darkness that surrounded them. Emily eased her shoe off, and reached forwards. As soon as the shoe entered the laser beam a shot rang out, startling all of the room's occupants.
"Emily!" Garcia shouted as the others froze in shock.
"I'm okay!" She called back and relief washed through them like a tidal wave, "I put my shoe through it." Shrugging, she tugged off the other shoe and tossed the ruined pair behind her – it was much easier knowing where she was putting her feet barefoot anyway.
"What's going on?" Hotch spoke loudly, "We can't see you."
"Umm, I have to do it I guess." She scratched her head, but stopped when she touched the sore spot.
"Do you think she'll be alright?" Garcia whispered to JJ, who was situated beside her.
"I hope so; she did have all that training from her time with Doyle." Garcia nodded, unshed tears in her eyes for her beloved friend. She'd lost her once and she wasn't sure she could handle it again.
"Okay, you guys, I'm going in." Emily confirmed to the team, before taking the first important step between life and death. She gasped loudly as she had to duck under another beam, but pain ripped through her ribs.
"Prentiss?" Voices called out to her.
"Don't worry, I'm fine." She called back, knowing that even if she wasn't she'd have to do this anyway. She smoothly got past the next wires by logrolling underneath, although she came pretty close to one. A couple of lights came back on again, so the team could see what she was doing, but the lasers were slightly less visible.
"Come on, Princess," Morgan encouraged, "Not that far left to go." Emily looked at the few wires she had left to master, knowing that she'd have to attempt some very unconventional methods that she knew she'd once be able to do, but not sure if she could any more.
"What choice do I have?" The brunette asked herself, and came back to the same conclusion. The team watched on in confusion as she turned so her back was facing the wire, and slowly bent over backwards and put her arms of the floor behind her so she was in a crab position.
"Go Em!" Garcia shouted, cheering her on. The profiler took a second to get herself balanced, then pushed off of the floor with her toes, so she was standing on her hands, then placed her feet on the floor the other side of the last beam. It was an excruciating thing to do with her ribs, but it was worth it for getting to the other side, well… without being shot. She slowly stretched up so she was the right way up again with a rightful triumphant look plastered on her face.
"Good work, Prentiss." Hotch almost flashed a smile, but being in the dire situation that they were already in there still wasn't anything to be happy about for the time being.
"Thank you, Sir." She replied, looking ahead.
"Well, well Emily." Her father's voice once again boomed across the room, "I'm impressed. I didn't think that you'd remember any of it." The team exchanged looks of confusion. The brunette's face was stony, but she didn't reply to the man who caused her so much suffering in her young life. "Do you remember when I used to train you myself? Lets see how much you remember." The speakers cut off; leaving the team confused as to what Mr. Prentiss was referring to.
Before they had a chance to ask Emily what he was talking about, a section of the wall slid open, revealing Mr. Prentiss and two other men all dressed in black.
"I wouldn't try anything, dear." He warned her. "These two men here are going to make sure you do exactly as I ask." The team watched on in suspense as the trio walked forwards. The two men stopped, but Mr. Prentiss carried on going so he was standing behind his daughter.
"I know you last did this a long while ago, but lets see if you still have the fight left in you." He told her, lifting a black scarf and tying it across her eyes.
"What are you doing?" Hotch shouted to the sinister man, who tutted disapprovingly back.
"Now, now, Mr. Hotchner. Good things come to those who wait." He paused for a chuckle. "Or… not so good things." The man guided Emily forwards by her shoulders.
"Remember honey," The nickname sent a shiver down her spine, "Wait for the gong." He stopped her on a cross on the floor, and retreated a couple of steps. The profiler took a defensive stance, and when the gong tolled – much to the team's dismay – the men advanced on their blindfolded friend.
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