A/N: So I figured due to the delay in my updates this week I'd put this up today. Just a forewarning – this story's rating will be changing to M in the next post!

'What the hell happened?'

That was the only question running through Emily's fuzzy head as she tried to focus her blurred vision on the room around her. She was on the floor, she knew that much, and as she pulled herself she ended up leaning against something. A wall? No, upon closer inspection she realised it was a bed. 'What the hell is going on?' was the next question to present itself loudly in her head.

The sound of a door being unlocked caused her to snap her head to the right.

'You're awake. Good.'

'Where are you?'

'I'm heading home. Food poisoning -_-. Barely made it out of the shop if you catch my drift… I'll see you tomorrow, and you can give me all the cases you want x'

'Uh-Oh… Okay, but if you're not feeling good in the morning, call in sick! You are allowed to be ill sometimes you know ;) x'

JJ read over her messages from the previous day once more before hitting the screen to call Emily again. It was now 10am, she hadn't called in sick, and therefore Emily was most definitely late. Emily was never late. Something was up, and she was now second guessing the conversation they'd exchanged when Emily didn't return from lunch yesterday. The recording told her to leave a message, so she did. Again.

'Hey Em, it's me again… Look just give me a call okay, I'm starting to get worried, and we have a case. Bye.' Sighing, JJ picked up the case files tried to push the worry from her mind as she headed for the room the team knew as 'the round table room', collecting them all on her way.

Once the team was comfortable, JJ began.

'Okay, so D.C police have called us in. Three women have been found dead in the Georgetown area, their bodies are left in public places and have been discovered by several passers-by in each case.'

'Sheila Thomas was a white brunette, Vicky Jones a white blonde, and Julia Bowen was black. This guy's victim type is all over the map' Morgan observed.

'Yeah, and that's exactly why they want our help' JJ replied.

'I want to get straight in with this, at the rate these bodies are turning up, and the amount of torture shown each time is escalating, and whoever he has now needs our help as soon as we can get it to her. JJ you and Reid stay here and work victimology, and try to create a geographic profile; Rossi, you and I will head out to the station and tell the lead detective that we are going to run point on this case from here; Morgan head out to the latest dumpsite and see what you can come up with, and Garcia I need you to look into these women's lives, see if you can find what connects them.' Hotch gave out orders as he got up along with Rossi and Morgan and began to leave the room 'Oh and JJ can you try and get a hold of Prentiss again? We need all the help we can get connecting the victims on this one.'

'Well wish me luck with that' JJ muttered as she scrolled to Emily on her speed dial once again while sharing a concerned look with both Garcia and Reid.

'Who the hell are you?' Emily demanded straight away as she watched him shut the door behind him, locking it again in the process.

'Me? Oh I'm not important here Emily. You are the important one; you see this whole situation is about you. And the lies you tell, the people you deceive everyday. The people who place their trust in you, unaware of how you betray them. This is about you and you're team. They don't know you like I know you Emily, but they will. And when they do, they'll never find you. They'll be too late. They're always too late.'

Before she could even comprehend what he was saying he had slammed the door behind him again and left her to ponder what the hell she'd ever done to this guy. Why did he hate her so much, and how on earth was she going to get out of here? With that last thought declaring itself the most urgent in her mind, she began to formulate a plan. Hell, she was a damn good FBI agent, and if she couldn't get away from one weirdo, then everyone might as well be doomed.

After an hour, the team all regrouped to go over what they knew… which as it seemed, wasn't an awful lot.

'Any word from Emily?' was the first question out of Derek's mouth upon entering the room again, and a silent sigh of relief washed over everyone else due to the fact that none of them now had to ask it themselves.

'No. I just can't get a hold of her!' JJ declared, increasingly frustrated by this point 'Hotch can I head round to her place and see if she's there?' she asked hopefully.

'I have a better idea, Garcia, track Emily's phone please' he glanced around at the questioning glances 'seeing her phone's there is a hell of a lot faster than sending JJ to see for herself.'

'Erm, Sir, she's not at home.' Garcia said; the apprehension building inside her by the second.

'Well where is she?' Rossi asked

'Her phone's telling me she's off highway 7… only the signal's not moving, and from what I can tell it's been in the same place since yesterday…' she trailed off.

A brief look of worry crossed Hotch's face before he put up his mask again and told Morgan and Reid to head to where the signal was coming from and see what was going on while the rest of them had lunch. 'The case can wait half an hour.'

'Hey Hotch man I can't see her car or her cell, or anything really' Morgan spoke down the phone, scanning the area as he did so.

'That's where the signal is coming from hot stuff' he heard Garcia reply.

'Morgan over here!' Reid beckoned him towards the trees off the hard shoulder.

'What is it man?'

'Look' was all Reid had to say as Morgan let out a frustrated breath at the sight.

'Hotch, Emily's car's not here, but there is a red SUV. Reid's sending you the plate number now Penelope'

'Running it!'

'Um, Morgan, this isn't good, look what's in the front seat' Reid motioned Morgan to look through the window. Derek swore under his breath before he replied to JJ's questioning over the phone as to what he was seeing.

'It's her phone Jayje. And her gun and badge. Someone's taken her.'

The whole team could hear the frustration in Derek's voice. How did they not search for her cell sooner? She was probably taken yesterday when she didn't come back after lunch, and a team of supposedly brilliant top-of-their-field profilers didn't see that as suspicious?

'Hotch; do you think the UnSub has her?' he questioned, not wanting to hear the answer he knew he'd get.

'Erm, guys, there's something you should all know' Garcia's voice interrupted before Hotch could even begin.

'What is it Baby Girl?'

'When I was looking into possible links between victims, I went through their cell phone calls, messages, e-mails and the like…'

'And Penelope?' Rossi questioned, not liking where this was headed.

'Well… see… the thing is… erm… all the victims, they… they were gay.'

A/N: I know there wasn't a lot in here with Emily and the UnSub, but there will be plenty of that in the next chapter, I PROMISE! Only like I said at the beginning of this one, the rating will be changing to M, so make sure you know where to look!

Another warning: this story is about to get darker; like in emotional, dramatic and possibly even sexual ways, so if you don't want to see our favourite two girls hurt, maybe this is where you should jump ship… (Only I hope you don't!)

Reviews would be awesome so I know what you guys think about the direction this is heading in :)