Derek closed the door behind him as he walked back into the interrogation room, his eyes hard on the smirking woman that sat at the metal table.

"Somethin' wrong, honey?"

The dark agent sat himself down across from the younger woman, watching as her eyes sparkled menacingly. "You knew that the apartment was a set up. My teammate knew that you had given it up too fast and she was right."

Amber grinned. "She was right, but she's in the hospital now isn't she?"

"Because of that stunt you pulled, you now have assault on a federal agent and police officer, and attempted murder, added onto your other charges. That can equal up to life in prison for you, do you understand that?"

Amber rolled her eyes, flexing her wrists that were chained underneath the table. "Don't talk to me like I'm a child."

Derek's hands slammed down onto the table that they both sat at, standing up as he saw a flash of fear behind the younger woman's eyes. "I'm talking to you like the fucking criminal you are. Is that better for you?"

The blue eyed woman clenched her jaw as she looked up to the agent. "You better keep an eye on those two. I would if I were you," she spit out. "Just because you have me doesn't mean you'll ever get Christina, and she won't stop until she wins."

"Wins?" Derek let his eyes darken. "Is this some sort of game to you? Killing these women for sport?"

"We killed them because they were just like her! Just like that bitch that ruined Chrissy's life!" Amber yanked at the handcuffs that were keeping her hands in place. "And that bitch of yours will die just like they did."

...

Jane's eyes slowly peeled open at the sound of voices above her, groaning slightly at the pain she felt in her side. "Hello?"

The older brunette in the room smiled at the sight of the finally awake detective, sitting up in the chair she had claimed as hers a couple hours earlier. "Hey, you're up." Her dark eyes brightened as she saw Jane's gaze flicker over to hers, watching as a tired smile spread over those pink lips. "How do you feel?"

"Like I was stabbed in the side with a shard of glass."

Emily chuckled, sitting up in her chair. "How coincidental."

Jane frowned when she noticed the sling that the older woman was wearing, and she quickly pressed the button on her bed to raise herself up. "What happened to you?"

"My shoulder blade is fractured," she nodded, "because of the wood and plaster falling on top of me." Emily smiled gently to the younger woman, moving her chair just that much closer to the hospital bed so she could get a better look at that tired face. "You on any pain killers?"

The Italian detective felt herself begin to laugh, her hand rubbing down her face. "If I am, they're sure as hell not working."

Emily quickly pressed the button on the side of her friend's bed to call the nurse into the room. "I'll make sure she brings you more, ok?" The brunette let out a small sigh as she sat back in her chair, her teeth biting down softly into her bottom lip. "So I need to bring something up."

Jane let her tongue swipe over her chapped lips. "About the date?"

Feeling herself smile at the immediate question, hating herself for having to shake her head. "Not at the moment," she nodded sadly. "There was a note left at the apartment, and my partner Derek found it once we were rushed here."

"A note from Christina?"

Emily sighed. "We think so, yes. Now we don't necessarily know who the note is addressed to, but we're thinking it's either you or I because it said 'I think you'll be my next'."

Jane's dark eyes flickered to fear for the older woman, her hands clenching into fists at her side at the thought of Christina coming after her and doing the things she and Amber had done to the other Victims to Emily and her beautiful body, her beautiful soul. "Was it signed?"

"No."

The two looked up at the sound of a new voice, and Jane immediately nodded to the older man that stepped inside of her room. "You have protection for her, right? If she's being threatened then she needs someone with her."

Emily's jaw dropped. "I do not need a bodyguard." Her hand stuck out, pointing to the younger woman. "And what if she's threatening you instead of me? Then you're the one that needs to be looked after when you're resting at home."

"Resting?" Jane scoffed, letting the nurse inject her IV with a dose of pain medication. "That's ridiculous, I'm going to be at the precinct."

Emily shook her head, standing from her seat as anger began to spread throughout her. "Are you kidding me? You have a stab wound!"

"And you have a fractured shoulder!"

Hotch felt his chest ache slightly from the anger he saw in both women's eyes, and he immediately held up his hand. "Enough." His voice was so stern that even the nurse looked to him, her red eyebrows raised. "We do not know who the letter was addressed to, so until we have that knowledge both of you are staying together with Agents Rossi and Jareau protecting you at all times."

Emily's eyes widened. "Are you serious?"

"As a heart attack," he growled. "You are to stay here until Jane is allowed to be released under her doctor's permission, is that understood?"

Gritting her teeth, Emily turned so her entire body faced her superior. "Sir, I-"

"Do you understand, Agent?" He was gone before she could even reply.