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Chapter 14
As soon as Emily took a defensive stance she knew what was coming. It was almost three decades ago when she did it last, but her father had made sure the whole sequence was engrained into her memory.
Her friends watched, helpless, with their hearts in their mouths as the three men advanced on their friend. In normal circumstances she could have had a fighting chance, but not after the injuries she'd suffered on top of that.
Emily's senses were heightened because her sight had been stolen from her, so she could sense the figure gaining on her from behind. She span quickly on the spot and delivered a swift roundhouse kick to the being, and guessed that she was on target by the thud to the ground that followed.
"Behind you!" Someone screeched, but it was unnecessary as she span on the spot, just in time to grab hold of the hand about to deliver a swift punch to her stomach and turn, flipping the other bodyguard over her shoulder. Emily took a few hesitant steps backwards, trying to rack her brains for what came next in the sequence.
Just as the brunette remembered what was to come she heard the click of a mechanism, so jumped as high into the air as she could, doing the splits as she dodged the line of darts that she knew were passing below her at that very second.
"I can't look…" Garcia groaned at what she thought was her friend fighting a losing battle, but the others look on, part filled with dread, the other part filled with awe.
Emily knew that although she hadn't been hit with a dart, she was lucky she had remembered right at the last minute – there was definitely a hole in the leg of her slacks.
"Come on, Em." She growled at herself, needing to focus. She readied herself so she was once again facing her father, crouching low so she was ready for anything he had coming. There was movement close beside her, so she lashed out sending them a gut wrenching kick to the stomach and a right hook across the jaw. Prentiss could faintly hear her friends shouting to her in the back of her mind, but her focus was purely on what was going on around her. Another being zeroed in on her back, so she span quickly, startling them, and delivered a sharp stamp on their foot, sending them bent over - where she rapidly kneed them in the stomach, but not before they reciprocated with a punch across the face.
It wasn't until they were right on top of her that Emily realized the fight wasn't over yet. A kick to her lower back sent her sprawling onto the floor. She rolled over to the left just as a heavy boot stamped right where head was a millisecond ago. Scrambling to her feet, she lashed out with her arm, trying to gauge where the person was standing – only to get it very wrong. Calloused hands wrapped around hers and sent her quickly back down to the ground.
"To your left!" A voice she recognized as Morgan's barked as she lay on the concrete. She kicked her foot up in the air and caught them around the jaw with her heel, giving her time to stand up.
An arm wrapped around her neck, and she struggled against the grip only for it to get tighter and tighter until she could barely suck in a breath. Counting to three, she smashed her head against her captor's nose and the hands promptly released her, where she pulled them down to the ground, smacking their head against the concrete.
Emily lay there panting for a few moments, oblivious to the joyous sounds of her team. She pulled the blindfold from her eyes, and grimaced against the bright light above her. The brunette quickly sat up and searched her father's still body for the keys to the room and the locks that held her friend's captive – she had no idea how long it would be until any one of the men woke up. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off it took her a moment to pull herself to her feet, where she wobbled uncertainly before getting her footing.
"God, Em!" JJ said as Emily hurried her way towards them with the keys, causing the brunette to blush uncontrollably. Her hands shook as she unlocked Rossi's restraints, so he wrapped her in a fatherly hug to reassure her, before prizing the keys out of her hand and unlocking the other's restraints for her.
"Em, you're bleeding." JJ told her as she gingerly touched the edges of the quickly forming black eye she had gained. Emily half smiled at her friend.
"At least we match now." JJ smirked, remembering the violent bruising she had around her own eye from the brunette's unfortunate right hook. Emily leaned in and gave JJ a hug.
"I'm sorry you guys all got caught up in this, but unless we want it to last any longer we should go before they wake up." She flicked her eyes at the men behind them.
"We'll talk about this later," Hotch said sternly, "But Prentiss, this is not your fault. Let's take the firearms that the men have on them because we don't know how many men Mr. Prentiss has. We'll only have three between us, but it'll have to do." He commanded, and Morgan went to retrieve them. JJ wrapped her arms around Emily as they made their way to the steel door, from which the team was brought in by.
"I know you seem fine right now, Em, but the adrenaline will be wearing off fast. Just promise me you'll tell me when you're not." JJ stopped and looked her friend in the eye.
"I will, Jay, but I'll be fine as soon as we get out of here."
The team stood round in a group before they left the hall.
"Okay, we have to take solace in the fact that if Mr. Prentiss' me knew we were out they would have intervened by now. The halls are like a maze, but we don't stop moving until we are out – is that clear?" Hotch waited for the nod from each member of the team before opening the door a crack to peer out into the hall.
"The coast is clear. Prentiss, I want you at the front with me, followed by JJ, Reid and Garcia because you won't have weapons. Morgan at the back. On my count. 3…2…1…"
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