Prentiss

Doyle threw me onto the ground into the room where the team was. My whole body was hurting so much that I couldn't even pull myself up. I lay motionless where I had landed and I heard him laugh to himself quietly as he closed the door. The locks turned and I closed my eyes, trying desperately to keep the tears and the sobs in. I swallowed hard to rid myself of the rising cries and tried to calm myself down by taking a few silent deep breaths.

I heard footsteps approach me from across the room and whoever it was sat down beside me. I would have said JJ, but it wasn't her heeled boots I heard. I felt them move my hair away from my face gently and I opened my eyes to see Rossi in front of me. He gave me a small and comforting smile but he was even more bruised now than he was before.

"They beat you up again?" I asked him quietly. My voice was shaky.

He nodded, "And Reid, Will and Morgan."

I bit my lip to keep the sob in, "I'm so sorry."

He shook his head, "This is not your fault, Emily. You need to get some sleep."

I looked at him for a few seconds of silence, "You want me to sleep right now?"

"Or at least pretend that you're asleep, and you need to make it convincing."

"Why?"

"Because those two men that stayed in here after you walked out, they were talking about how Doyle changed the plan they had and they had to kill you soon. Apparently after Doyle returned you here, they'd go and take a break, rest and eat and whatever they do and then they'd come back in in the morning and kill you. But they said that Doyle wants you and the rest of us awake when they shoot you. You need to stay asleep until at least two of us have enough energy to fight back. We're all pretty weak at the moment."

"I can't imagine why…" I joked.

He smiled weakly, "I know you're probably really sore right now, but I need you to move over to that wall with the rest of us. That way we don't have to walk halfway across the room to get to you and be shot in the process."

I nodded and he helped me up. I winced every time I took a step and once I reached the wall, I collapsed back to the ground and closed my eyes as a few tears fell to my cheeks. I wiped them away quickly but Hotch and Rossi, both at my sides, saw them.

"Sleep." Rossi said quietly.

"I don't want to sleep." I shook my head.

"Emily, you look exhausted."

"I am exhausted, but that doesn't mean that I'm going to sleep."

"Please?"

I sighed closed my eyes. After a few minutes, I could sense his eyes still on me. I opened them and looked back at him, "If you want me to go to sleep, you need to stop staring at me."

"How can you sleep sitting up?" Reid asked.

"…I can't…but I'm not lying down."

"Why not?" He asked.

"Leave me alone!" I joked.

"Did you know that humans are the only mammals that willingly delay sleep?"

"Thanks for the interesting information." I looked at Hotch and he smirked at me.

"In 2008, they did a sleep poll in America and—"

"Reid," I cut him off, "Please do not make me hit you. I think you've had enough of that for the next year."

"It's actually not as bad as it looks," I knew he was lying, but he was trying to make me feel better. I smiled at him gratefully and he knew why, "Yeah, that wasn't very convincing, was it?"

"Not even a bit." I shook my head.

Silence fell for a while. JJ was leaning her head on Will's shoulder with her eyes closed. She was exhausted too. Garcia was leaning on Morgan but her eyes were open. I stood up and winced once I reached my feet and my whole body ached when I moved but I couldn't sit still. I needed to walk around or something.

"Hey, you're supposed to be sleeping." Rossi said. I shook my head and continued to pace back and forth in front of them in the middle of the room.

"What happened to that chair again?" Garcia asked, looking at the chair that was broken into four pieces on the ground a few metres in front of her.

"I was thrown through it." I answered her quietly.

"…Oh yeah." She said awkwardly. Morgan laughed at her quietly.

"Just go to sleep, baby girl." He said to her. She dropped her head back to his shoulder and closed her eyes this time. I think JJ was asleep already.


I still hadn't slept when the rest of the team had. I faked it for a while so that Rossi and Hotch would stop staring at me and I didn't open my eyes or object when something was laid over me. Once I knew they were all asleep, though, I opened my eyes and saw Rossi's jacket over me. I kept it over me in the cold room and lay in silence for hours.

They had all woken up about fifteen minutes ago and I didn't even try to fake waking up. I just handed Rossi his jacket back and thanked him. I paced again for a good ten minutes before I heard the locks on the door.

"Pretend you're asleep," Morgan said quietly to Garcia, "JJ, pretend you're asleep."

I turned around to face the door when I heard it open. Four men walked in ahead of Doyle. He smiled at me when he saw me. "People are looking everywhere for you. There are photos of all eight of you circulating through the news and social media. They sent alerts to other countries."

"Well that is just magnificent." I didn't know what else to say.

"But you know what really amuses me? That not once, have I seen a single thing on Declan." He looked into my eyes with a small smirk and waited for a reaction at his son's name. I straightened my stance slightly but I kept the rage in.

"He asked for Emily's help, although I assume he meant Lauren, after the first stab." He went an extra length to set me off. I snapped and lunged for him, but two men caught me and held me back. "Feisty." He mused.

I started laughing and looked down.

"Or insane…" One of the men behind him said.

"Why on earth are you laughing?" Doyle asked, taking another step towards me.

I looked up at him as I calmed my laughing gradually, "I'm going to kill you, and it's going to be slow and painful, and then I'm going to find every person that you could possibly care about, and I'll kill them too."

He snickered, "I think you went into the wrong profession, love. Imagine what we could have been if you hadn't stayed loyal to Interpol. If you had stayed with me, became a compromised agent, we could have taken this world over."

"You're delusional."

"Can you look me in the eyes and truthfully tell me that you didn't consider betraying your country to stay with me?" He raised his eyebrows at me. I stayed silent, not hinting at whether I did or did not consider it, although my lack of reply probably told them all that I had done that.

I watched him carefully as he moved towards the wall where the team sat. I tried to move to him again, maybe try and pull him away from them, but the two Irishmen were still holding me still. He crouched in front of Reid, "Tell me, what was it like for you to lose someone you loved?"

"What?" Reid looked at him with confused eyes.

"Maeve was murdered right in front of you. That mustn't have been easy to see." He stood back up and looked to me and then back to Reid. Reid looked down but he wouldn't let himself react.

"You son of a bitch." I shook my head.

He walked to Rossi, "What about you? You were with your wife when she died, weren't you?" He looked at Hotch, "Or your wife." He stood and walked over to Will and JJ, "Your father," He said to Will, "And your sister." He looked at JJ. He knew she wasn't asleep. He looked at Garcia, and apparently she was more convincing than JJ, because he didn't bring anything up about her. He looked at Morgan, but he didn't say anything.

Doyle sighed, "Okay, put a bullet between her eyes." He said as he walked towards the door.

"Or you could not be a coward and do it yourself." I said to him before he had the chance to leave. He stopped walking and turned around slowly.

"You should really watch what you say."

"Just do it yourself, you bastard."

"Fine." He stepped forward again and took the handgun of the man standing in front of me. He stood there and held the gun to my head as he pulled the lever down. I stared into his eyes and waited.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Morgan asked quietly.

I ignored him and didn't move my eyes from Doyle's, "What are you waiting for?"

He stood for about 30 seconds in silence before he made a frustrated noise and lowered the gun.

I smirked, "You can't do it."

"Shut up." He spat his words at me.

"How embarrassing is this for you," I shook my head, "You're here, trying to establish your dominance over every soldier you've got working for you and you're trying to scare my team but you can't even shoot me. Me…and I ruined your life."

"Just because I won't shoot you, doesn't mean I won't kill you." He said as he took a knife out and pushed the blade up.

"And now it's getting interesting." I nodded.

He smirked at me before he looked out the corner of his eye and threw the knife. Hotch moved his head quickly and the knife was very close to hitting him. I moved towards Doyle quickly and punched him as I lifted my knee into his abdomen. He dropped to his knees, out of breath, and I kicked him hard across the face. I heard a gunshot and saw it hit the wall near me. I went towards the closest gun and lifted it away from me and kneed him in the abdomen a few times before kicking his crotch. I took the gun from his hands and shot him quickly. I dodged another bullet and shot the other three.

"Go!" I yelled at my team as I kicked Doyle back to the ground. Rossi stood up and assisted Hotch, standing at his left side to support his leg. Reid stood up as Morgan and Will pulled JJ and Garcia to their feet.

"Go with Reid." Morgan said to Garcia. She walked to Reid and they both hesitated, but they followed behind Rossi and Hotch.

JJ picked up two guns from the dead men on the ground and ran after them, "Spence, here." I heard her say as they walked quickly down the halls.

I looked at Morgan and Will, "What are you doing? Go."

"We're not leavin' you." Will shook his head.

I went to tell them to go again but I heard gunshots and then JJ yell for the others to run. Then I heard several sets of heavy footsteps running towards the room. I hesitated, "Fine, get the guns."

I kept beating Doyle down for a while as Morgan and Will shot whoever ran through the door. A bullet had hit my left upper arm, so I could only hit with my right one now.

After several sets of men were shot down by the door, I looked down at Doyle and he smirked before throwing a grenade towards the other side of the room. I saw the ring around his finger.

"Run!" Morgan yelled, reacting before I did. Will went to the door and Morgan grabbed my arm, pulling me with him. I winced, it was my left arm. "She's hit." He said to Will as we ran down the hall. Will had closed the door behind us but I heard it open and close quickly as we turned left from the hall.

"Which way do we go?" Will asked.

"This way; we don't have time to decide." Morgan said as he kept pulling me with him towards the left. I heard the explosion behind us; it seemed to take way too long. Could you have grenades that took longer than a few seconds? The roof above us started to crumble.

"What the hell?" I breathed as I saw the ceiling falling in small pieces.

"I think we're underground." Will said.

"Stairs." I pointed to our right.

"Let's take the chance; this place is going to fall in." Morgan said. We ran up the staircase.

"But where are the others?" I asked as we reached the top of the staircase. I looked around at the room that resembled an office that was no longer used for an office workplace. I heard shots to our right.

"That way." Will said as he ran towards the shooting.

"Wait." I shook my arm from Morgan's grip when I saw a grenade on the ground. The pin was still in, so it probably fell from someone's jacket or something. I picked it up and we started towards the shots again.

"Grenade." Morgan held his hand out to me. We had stopped near the doorway where we saw the rest of the team. JJ and Reid were shooting at too many men and Reid's arm was bleeding. The others were behind them.

"Shit!" JJ yelled loudly when she pulled the trigger but nothing came out. She was out of bullets and didn't have more. That meant that Reid would be soon. I took a few shots and hit a few. Will did the same but the both of us ran out of bullets quickly. The men just kept coming from another room. It was like a video game where the opponents just continue to spawn in one place. Reid pulled the trigger a few times before grabbing JJ's arm and pulling her backwards.

"Go." Morgan pushed Will and I towards the team as he hooked his finger in the ring of the grenade. A shot was taken at me and I took a few steps back as two more were taken, all missing me, fortunately. Will grabbed my arm and pulled me with him but let go when I let out a hiss of pain. Stop grabbing my left arm, for gods' sakes! I went to follow Morgan but a hand grabbed me and pulled me back. It was Doyle; how the hell he caught up, I didn't know. The grenade's pin was pulled and it was sitting near Doyle's men. They moved backwards, away from the small ball that would cause all of their deaths. I saw Reid look behind him as the others ran and he saw me.

"Emily!" He yelled.

I knew the grenade was going to explode, so I ran back out of the room and pulled Doyle with me. He was still holding my arm anyway. I left him with his back to the room and looking at me, shielding myself. It exploded and we both fell, him on top of me. It didn't cause as much damage to me as I thought it would. My ears were ringing, my vision blurred and I felt very light headed all of a sudden. My left leg was aching more than it should have been. I pushed Doyle off me and used the wall to help me up. The whole place was falling apart by the second. It must have been old. I ran back into the room where the grenade previously was and ran in the direction the team had disappeared to. I almost fell several times because of my leg, but I kept on my feet the best I could.

I heard a loud crash and stopped, looking behind me. The roof began caving in and some fell dangerously close behind me. I looked up and saw it giving slowly. "Shit." I kept running. I heard another grenade explosion and I assumed my team was near it somewhere. When I went to turn left to the sound, the roof caved in front of me.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed to myself. I turned and ran to the right instead. I ran through the halls and crossed paths with two gunmen. They both aimed at me, "Roof's caving, boys." I said before hitting both guns up and throwing punches and kneeing them wherever my knee struck. I took their guns and tucked one into my waist belt before continuing to run.

I thought I heard another grenade detonate behind me but when I looked, it was just the building falling in. It was happening quickly and it was going to fall on me soon. It was giving out faster than I could run.

I heard a loud screech and cracking sound above me and when I looked up, my eyes widened. I watched it fall towards me and my breath was taken out of me as someone crashed into me and moved me out from underneath the falling ceiling. When I opened my eyes, I saw Morgan standing slowly from the ground beside me, looking at the ruins that sat where I was standing just a second ago. My left leg was killing me now and when I looked at it, I saw a large piece of the heavy ceiling laying on it, almost crushing it.

"Ow…" I breathed quietly. When I looked up, the ceiling above me now was starting to crack too.

"Shit," Morgan said quietly, "Ready?" He asked as he gripped the side of the solid ceiling. He lifted it and it hurt my leg so much more. I pulled it out and cried out as I moved it.

Then, there were more explosions and gunshots, but they were aimed at us this time. When I looked down the hall where I had come from, men stood across the ruins, shooting at us. I saw one pulling a pin to a grenade and Morgan pretty much lifted me up, running away from them. There were flames, explosions and falling pieces everywhere. Where the hell were we? I saw an exit door, but the roof was falling between us and it. There was a large explosion, definitely from a grenade close to us. I blacked out then.