Slamming his balled fists down against the wood of the policeman's desk, Derek shook his head. "What the fuck, man! How did she jut take them like that?"

The Unit Chief kept himself calm, doing his best to ignore the cries he heard from a guilt-ridden JJ a couple feet away. "We had no way of knowing she'd come for them now. We can't blame ourselves."

"Ourselves?" Derek clenched his jaw, letting his fists curl at his sides. "I'm blaming the sick son of a bitch that took them."

JJ bit her lip, her shaking hand wiping away the tear that fell down her cheek. "It's my fault," she whispered.

"JJ, it's not y-"

"Of course it's my fault," she hissed. "I should have stayed in the hall while Rossi went in to case the apartment. Instead, I went inside with him and they were both kidnapped."

Running a hand down his face, Detective Korsak let out a breath. "Do we have any clues about where she took them?"

Hotch shook his head. "We have nothing. There were no witnesses seeing a car nearby the apartment building that seemed out of place, and no one we've spoken to recognized Jane on the street." He bit back the anger that wanted to rip through him. "We're not going to find them unless she slips up, and that may not be for a while."

"It's not as if they could run away," Reid shrugged. "Both of them are injured."

Frost gripped the pen in his hand as hard as he could, wanting so badly to take his gun in his hand and pull the trigger. "Unless Christina drops dead, they won't have a chance."

...

Emily kept her demeanor in check as the teenager that was holding her hostage trailed the gun down her chest, nudging the barrel of the .39 glock against the side of her breast.

"Come on," the blond whispered, grinning at the older woman. "Just tell me."

Blinking back her tears as she watched the chocolate eyed woman that she knew she was falling for do her best not to break. "Stop touching her."

Christina turned her gaze to the other brunette that had been sitting quietly on the other couch, her eyes darkening on the now rigid figure. "Why?"

"You're pathetic," she seethed. "The only reason you have the guts to do what you're doing now is because we can't fight back. If you were really good at what you do, then you'd take us and torture us when we were at our prime, not when we're such easy targets."

Emily bit her lip, her eyes connecting with those of the younger woman. "A little sad if you think about it."

Christina felt her anger building, pressing the gun hard against the FBI agent's breastbone. "Shut up," she growled.

"Why? You scared we're right?"

The blond kept her hard eyes on the older woman, waiting for her to continue with what she knew was about to come out of her mouth.

Emily let a cynical smile spread over her lips, her head turning to look her captor directly in the eye. "You're just afraid to see that you're not the killer you think you are," she whispered darkly, daring the younger girl to question her.

Lifting her chin, Christina took the gun in her hand and knocked it hard against the injured shoulder, sending the brunette woman flying back into the cushions of the couch.

"Fuck!" the brown eyed woman hissed, her hand immediately going up to hold her shoulder.

Jane's eyes widened in rage, sitting forward on the couch. "Hey! Leave her alone!"

The blond immediately took the gun and pointed it in the Italian detective's direction, fire dancing behind her eyes. "You get off that couch and a bullet goes through your brain."

Emily forced back the tears that were stinging her eyes before giving a shake of the head, biting down hard on her cheek. "I'm fine," she breathed, shaking her head. "I'm fine, Jane."

"You're not fine."

"I'm fine," she glared, doing her best to make the younger woman shut her mouth.

Christina grinned before climbing over the brunette woman, straddling her lap to keep her pinned against the couch. "You know what? I think you should prove your love for this girl."

Emily let herself frown, her fingers still curled around her injured shoulder. "Excuse me?"

Pointing the glock back behind her to the Italian detective that sat on the other couch, her hips pushing up against the raven haired woman's stomach. "Fuck me in front of her."

Eyes widening, Emily felt her breath begin to grow harder. "What?"

"Do it!"