Finally got to use my cousin's laptop. Hopefully when I go back to my grandma's house tomorrow morning my laptop will be waiting for me! Enjoy and thanks for waiting.

Chapter XXV

"Garcia, do something!" Emily's shrill voice cried as the footage before them grew more violent by the second.

"Get off of me!" They heard Mackenzie scream as Hail completely immobilized her and wrapped his hand around her throat.

"Is he going to…" JJ asked quietly as she forced herself to watch the scene unravel.

"Garcia." Hotch glanced at the image of the analyst frantically typing away.

"I'm trying!" she shouted as the sounds of Mackenzie struggling to breath echoed in the room. They watched helplessly as her legs twitched beneath Hail and her sobs grew less forceful. "Oh my God, he's killing her!"

"Focus Penelope!" Morgan told her as tears started to stream down the woman's face. Suddenly, the scene ended and Hail began to stand.

"Is she…" Reid inched closer to the screen, looking for any sign that Mackenzie was still alive.

"You better hope you get it right." Hail growled and left the room, slamming and locking the door behind him. Everyone held their breath as they waited for the girl to respond. Without delay, Mackenzie rolled herself to the side and began violently coughing and desperately trying to draw some air in. They saw the rapid rise and fall of her chest and a trembling hand ball into a weak fist before she went still.

"She's alive." Emily stared blankly at the screen.

"Yes," Rossi ran a hand through his thick, salt and pepper hair. "but for how long?"

"I don't care how long it takes, I don't care what you have to do but Garcia," Hotch's voice snapped the woman out of her trance. "Find her."

"I will." The analyst said before her face vanished from the screen. The unit chief allowed a brief moment of silence for everyone to collect their thoughts before speaking.

"I want SWAT and local LEOs on standby. The second Garcia has an address, we go in." JJ and Rossi left the room, one to call the nearest SWAT team, the other to inform the NYPD on the latest development. "Reid, Morgan, Emily, I want you sorting through Hail's local locations. Help Garcia narrow down the search. I need to notify the Director." He squeezed Emily's hand in reassurance before leaving the three to their paperwork. An hour later SWAT was itching to be on the move, the NYPD was idling roaming around the precinct, the directors of the FBI, CIA and DOD had demanded an update as soon as possible and Emily still hadn't taken her eyes off the unconscious girl on the screen in front of her.

"Why isn't she waking up?" the brunette asked the room. Morgan nudged Reid with his elbow, encouraging the youngest agent to comfort their teammate.

"Stra-strangulation is one of the most common forms of murder, preferably used in domestic violence cases against women. Of the three types of strangulation; manual, ligature and chokehold, manual is the least effective, essentially stopping oxygen to the brain and leads to unconsciousness in 7-14 seconds. Losing unconsciousness is not necessarily a bad thing; it just shows that the victim's body couldn't handle the strain and temporarily shut down to stop any unnecessary functions so the brain can recuperate." The genius took a deep breath and waited for Emily to respond. She turned her head slightly and offered him a small smile.

"She's going to okay." Morgan summed up, receiving another half-smile from the brunette.

"Alright," Emily stood and folded her arms across her chest. "What'd we got?"

Fingers slowly moved against the freshly cleaned carpet as a sound left her throat. Something between a groan and a sob escaped Mackenzie's lips as she struggled to rise to her knees. She glanced around the room and ensured she was alone before using the nightstand to rise to her feet. Probing around her neck, she could feel the raised edges of the bruises that had undoubtedly already formed. She outlined Hail's handprint and immediately felt the blood rush to her cheeks at the thought of the BAU witnessing the whole ordeal. Bringing handfuls of hair to the front in a fetal attempt to hide the marks, Mackenzie shuffled to the armchair and winced as she dropped herself into it. She leaned forward and dropped her head in her hands, the pads of her fingers skimming over the cut on her scalp from hours ago, and massaged her forehead. Everything hurt, her entire body was screaming- no, begging for any sort of reprieve but Mackenzie ignored the overwhelming desire to collapse on the bed merely eight feet from her. Instead she drew in a shaky breath and tried to recall the last thing she had done with the program. The screen flashed, drawing her attention, and a loading bar appeared. It was almost filled and the label read 90% completion. Frantic, Mackenzie looked around the room in search for a pen and paper, knowing that if she spoke to the camera someone would hear. She scribbled and presented the paper to the screen in the hopes that someone was watching.

Less than one hour left. I'm sorry.

"You getting that Baby Girl?" Morgan turned everyone's attention to the two screens. Garcia nodded in response, a fierce look of determination on her face as she continued to try to locate Mackenzie and Hail.

"Damnit." Rossi muttered, clearly not feeling too good about their odds as they read Mackenzie's note.

"She still has to get a username and password from someone to access anything." Emily pointed out.

"It took her six hours to hack into the FBI; how long do you think it'll take her to steal a password?" JJ crossed her arms.

"Garcia, we need that location." Hotch demanded and the techie squirmed in her seat.

"I swear Bossman, I'm almost there." She promised.

"We still have to get to wherever they are to stop them." Reid said only to receive glares from around the room.

"Whose ID do you think he'll make her use?" JJ asked the group.

"That's the least of our worries right now." Emily groaned as she dropped herself into a chair.

"Isn't it obvious?" Rossi copied the brunette's action.

"He'll use yours Emily." Hotch shifted his gaze to the woman who simple scoffed in response.

"Should I pretend to be surprised?"

"I got it!" Garcia's cry echoed in the room, attracting the attention of a pair of uniforms outside the glass doors.

"Where?!" All six members of the BAU shouted at once.

"Galloway New Jersey. Address sent to your PDAs…now." Six devices beeped and the agents grabbed them in a hurry.

"Damn!" Morgan cried.

"What is it?" Garcia asked, her nerves already on edge.

"That's two hours away."

Not the best chapter but don't worry, I'm working on the next one! Let me know your thoughts!