A/N: So I couldn't come up with a name for the UnSub for the life of me. Nothing fit in my head with the face I pictured, so I enlisted the help of a faithful reviewer- rmpcmfan - and he was christened! A little more Emily/UnSub in this chapter, but there will be even more in the next one, enjoy!

'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.'

'So, Garcia?' Reid said, not getting what she could be hinting at.

'Well, they were gay, as in they all had girlfriends, only… their families didn't know'

'How do you know that?' JJ questioned

'Because they all seemed to argue with their partners about it, from what I can see in their texts, about how the people closest to them didn't even know how serious they were with each other'

'Hold on, Garcia are you honestly suggesting that Emily is gay? That she wouldn't have told us that? C'mon, she may be distant from her parents and all, but she's with us all day every day, how could we not have seen that?' Morgan was getting frustrated at the suggestion

'I know that Derek, I'm just saying that the people closest to the other victims didn't know either and-'

'Baby Girl! Emily was-'

'Okay enough' Hotch cut in 'look, we do not call Emily a victim until we know she is one, and right now what Garcia is saying is a valid suggestion. Morgan, Reid, come back here, we'll send local police out to work that scene. Bring Emily's stuff with you. We work no other cases until she is home where she belongs.'

'Okay Hotch' Morgan replied before hanging up.

Hotch turned to the rest of the team. 'When they bring her phone, Garcia I need you to go through it, and see if there's any evidence that she thought something was up, or that she was indeed hiding her sexuality from us. Can you do that?'

'I can try Sir'

'Good.'

'JJ, I need you to try and get through to Emily's mother and inform her of the situation'

'Okay sir' JJ went to leave and make the call she knew she wouldn't enjoy 'Hotch,' she paused, looking back 'do you want me to ask her if Emily is… you know?'

'No, we don't want to fill her head with those ideas if she isn't'

'Okay' and with that JJ went to call Emily's so nicely nicknamed bitch-mom from hell.

Emily had been awake for hours now and he hadn't come back yet. Her legs were starting to go numb from sitting in the same position against the wall, primed and ready to pounce as soon as he entered the room again. She had quickly moved to lean against the wall opposite the bed - after he left with his ominous 'They'll be too late. They're always too late' hanging in the air - upon realising that she wasn't the first person who'd been held in this room, and she'd be damned if she wanted to find out what happened on that bed each time a new woman was brought here. She'd rather lean against the cold cinderblock than on blood, and god knows what else, that was coating the stained mattress. Footsteps – coming down stairs maybe? – signalled to Emily that she should get into a crouching position ready to fight her way out.

'Okay, breathe' she thought, before taking deep, calming breaths 'you're a kickass FBI agent who could give Morgan a run for his money. You can do this'. Just as she finished her mental pep-talk she heard the key in the lock, and she edged towards the side of the doorframe which would mean he couldn't see her for a couple seconds, enabling her to throw him off guard.

The door swung open. 'Emilyyy. Wakey wake-'. He didn't even get his full sentence out before Emily used the open door to knock him off balance, pushing with all her force. The impact of the heavy steel handle connecting with his side knocked him off balance; forcing him to fall to the floor with a thud. Landing a heavy kick to his ribs before taking off in a run up the stairs, Emily underestimated the time it would take for him to get up again, and heard his angry huffs quickly approaching behind her.

'Well it was a pleasure talking to you too Ambassador.' JJ's voice oozed sarcasm as she entered Garcia's lair to get an update. '…Bitch. No wonder Em hates her so much' she mumbled as she flopped down heavily in the office chair next to Penelope, threw her phone on the desk in front of her, and only then realised the tears rolling down her best friend's face. 'Garcia? What is it?'

'She has a girlfriend Jayje. Either that or she's awfully flirty with this 'Taylor' woman'

'You're sure?' JJ managed to get out despite her shocked state

'Yeah, and you know what? I'm not even mad at her for not telling us. You know why?'

JJ shook her head no, speechless.

'Because they are possibly the cutest couple ever. They totally match. Emily gets all gushy lovey-dovey with her one minute; next their sending flirty might-as-well-be-sexts-minus-the-pictures messages, and next their debating what to cook for dinner. They're a normal, happy, completely in love couple. I'm just upset that she hasn't introduced us to this woman, who, just from the way Emily texts her, I know is amazing'.

'Really?'

'Yeah, I mean listen…' Garcia began scrolling through the messages she had open on one of her many screens '…erm… okay, this is from last month when Em had that meeting with Strauss, remember?' JJ nodded 'Em says 'How do you say "pull your head out of your ass and go fuck yourself" politically correct?'

JJ laughed out loud at the memory. 'she was so pissed that day'

'I know! Well Taylor wrote back 'I do believe that thy self should commence at once to retract thy head from thine ass and should proceed to pleasure thy own self' Garcia read - half from memory, having already laughed a lot at the message before JJ even got there.

Once JJ had stopped giggling, Garcia read another one 'Okay this is Em - I'm sorry beautiful but we've got a case…I know we had plans tonight. Taylor - Its okay, I completely understand, you know that. Em - I know, but you know I still feel guilty. I'll call you from my hotel room whenever we get to sleep okay? I love you. Taylor -Okay. I love you too baby.'

'They're in love.' JJ stated; the realisation setting in that Emily did indeed have girlfriend, and that said girlfriend was a serious fixture in her best friends life, apparently.

'Yeah, so lets bring Em home to her girl, shall we?'

'I better go fill Hotch in' JJ stood up to leave

'Okay, tell him I'm trying to locate Taylor as we speak'

'Will do' JJ shut the door behind her.

Emily got as far as the top of the stairs before she hit another obstacle – a locked door.

'Oh no you don't' she heard his voice bounding up right behind her, but she was hardly going to be giving up just at a locked door. Spinning around, she met her company with a swift foot to the chest, and watched him tumble back the way he came for a second, before turning back to the task at hand. She pounded against the wood, but it refused to budge. She jiggled the handle non stop, but it refused to loosen. She leaned back as far as she could, holding on to the banisters either side of the steps to stop herself from falling, and landed as many kicks towards the lock side of the door as she could, kicks which would make Derek proud, but it resisted all her efforts.

Typical. Emily could put up a fight for all she was worth, she'd knocked down serial killing psychopaths; pathological rapists and just plain weirdos without any effort throughout her years at the BAU, but she couldn't knock down one god damned door!?

Annoyingly, the door wasn't her biggest problem right now, the man whose laugh was becoming progressively louder at the base of the stairs was. And he was exactly the person who she now had to go take the keys she needed off. Great.

Walking down the dimly lit stairs slowly, Emily found it hard to focus under the single light bulb, swaying within the dust filled air which she'd oh so rudely interrupted by pushing the UnSub. She could make out the figure of the man in the square of light emanating from through the open door to the room she had no desire to re-enter.

She knew he could hear her approach from behind, she had no illusions otherwise, but that didn't make her hesitate, she simply planted another kick to his back before he could roll over or grab her foot and stop her.

'What's your name?' she demanded. She'd need to tell Garcia when she got out of here so she could trace his records.

'Does it kill you that you don't know it while I know yours? Does it Emily?' he rolled onto his back, a small trickle of blood made its way down his face from above his eyebrow.

'What is your name?' she repeated, attempting to appear in control while she frantically searched his body with her eyes for any sign of a set of keys.

'Chris. My name is Chris. And that, dear Emily is all you get to know' he said, grabbing her ankle, and pulling her down next to him before she could react. Climbing on top of her, he merely chuckled more as she struggled beneath him.

'Now you're going to go to sleep, and rest up, because tomorrow, my dear Emily, is when the fun begins, and I wouldn't want you to miss it.'

A smile graced his lips as he slammed Emily's head into the cold concrete beneath her.

A/N: Well her secret is out, but that's not where the teams snooping in her life will stop.

I'm hoping to have another chapter up in the next day or two, but in the mean time I'd appreciate any reviews I can get :)