A/N: Sorry for the wait!

Fists on flesh. Blood on the floor. Scraped knees and cut lips. Those were a few of the sensations flowing through Emily's body; just snippets of the pain she was enduring. But she took it; she took it all, because she knew this guy. 'Chris'. She'd take it all until he wore himself out, because he was just like the rest, all the other crazy psycho's she'd be put in a confined space with, and she knows the routine now. Let him wear himself out; get out all of his rage in one go – a hurricane of flying fists and kicks to the stomach. She knew this dance too well, it occurred to her. He'd collapse to the floor, exhausted, or leave the room, grinning, because he'd know that he'd broken her.

Only she wasn't another victim. She was Emily Prentiss. And he had another thing coming.

'So what do we know?'

JJ took the question from Hotch as a greeting. 'Emily's a lesbian.' She stated to the group of profilers.

'Look, I've said this once and I'll say it again, if Em was gay she'd have told us. Maybe not when she first joined the team, but it's been ages now and she's part of the family. Why the hell wouldn't she have brought it up?'

'I'm just as pissed off and confused as you are Derek but its true. Her girlfriends name is Taylor Williams and from the looks of their texts they've been together a while. They're serious, and they're in love. So it looks like Em really is the next target the UnSub had in mind.' JJ elaborated her point.

'We're sure?' Hotch questioned.

'Sure as I am that chocolate is the best flavour of everything' Garcia quipped, winking at Morgan as she entered the room with a laptop under one arm. She plugged it in to show what she knew on the flat screen behind her and began to explain. 'Okay so Taylor, or Tay as I will from now on refer to her as, because she strikes me as a "Tay" don't you guys agree, I mean look at her and Em in this picture, that's a "Tay" to me and-'

'Garcia.'

'Sorry sir. Okay, anyways as I was saying; here's what I know. Tay is a paediatrician who specialises in oncology, she's like crazy good according to all of the requests she gets for help, and the recommendations from various hospitals she has worked in on occasion. She currently resides at Georgetown but she works at least twice a week in DC Children's Hospital on the oncology ward there. She's working there today, and when I traced her phone through her number on Emily's, its telling me that that indeed is where she is currently. Also I pulled Em's voicemails, and since her disappearance, Taylor has left ten voicemails and has texted her seventeen times. I didn't want to invade in their privacy until I'm ordered to, so I only listened to the last one. She sounds frantic, and is threatening that if Emily doesn't call her to put her mind at ease, tell her that we've just been called on a case and she hadn't gotten round to calling her yet or whatever, that she is going to call us and reveal all so that we can help her. That was left at ten thirty this morning, and I can't see much activity since, so I'm assuming she's getting out of work this afternoon to come see us.'

'So Emily pulled a doctor' Derek muttered to himself more than anyone else.

The whole team looked at him.

'That is all you have to say about everything she just said' Rossi questioned, eyebrows raised.

'Well yeah' he replied, causing everyone else's eyebrows to rise along with Rossi's. 'Look,' he sat up properly to address them all 'I don't give a shit if Emily is gay or straight, or bisexual or attracted to ducks. She's still Emily. Yes, I'm pissed she didn't tell us, and yes, she will be told that. But right now she's missing, and she's got a girlfriend – who is sexy as hell judging by that picture – who is scared shitless about where she is, and from the sounds of things she's pretty awesome. So I'm just gonna assume that Hotch is about to send me and JJ to go get her and bring her here to question her, and that's fine by me.' He got up and headed towards the door 'JJ? You coming?'

It struck JJ that she agreed with everything Derek just said. 'Yeah, I'm coming' she got up and went to leave.

'Hold on' Hotch interrupted 'Yes, that is the plan, but we still don't know everything we can about their relationship. Judging by this guy's pattern, he only takes the woman who is hiding her sexuality from the people closest to them. In this case that's Emily, so we can assume Taylor is safe for now. I still want you two to go get her, but the rest of us will stay here to establish a base we can use when asking Taylor about their relationship. Hurry up bringing her here, we could use all the help we can get understanding this.'

'Yes sir' Morgan and JJ replied before leaving the Bureau as fast as possible.

Emily lay as still as possible so as not to aggravate her injuries. Everything hurt like hell, and she had to really try to ignore the pain of how tightly her wrists were bound, but her mind was strong and she knew that's what counted in this situation. She also knew that the team would know she was missing by now, and that they wouldn't stop until they found her.

She could just picture it now; Derek swooping in to rescue her like the prince charming he was to her princess. JJ planting a bullet between Chris's eyes without flinching, before coming and murmuring maternal comforting things into her ear while squeezing her hand. Reid bringing books to her hospital bed – for the short while she's be there – and spouting off statistics about the number of agents actually admitted to hospital each year. Rossi promising her a bottle of wine with him once she was out of there. The slight smile Hotch would send in her direction whilst telling her to behave for the nurses, that they were just doing their jobs. Garcia with the abundance of flowers and teddy bears which would soon stink up her apartment and line up like soldiers at the foot of her bed. And Taylor.

God Taylor was going to be pissed. All Emily could think about was how she was going to get the speech about how much she'd worried her, and how scared she was, and Emily was shit scared to hear her girlfriend break down, to know that she was the cause of all that pain.

But what she wouldn't give right now to see Taylor and hold her, and tell her she loved her. And that she was sorry; sorry for all the stupid insignificant things she'd ever done… and the big things. Sorry that she hadn't married her yet. Sorry that it had taken so long for them to move in together. Sorry that she didn't have a safer job…

Right at that moment; Emily made a checklist in her head:

1) Get out of here, alive.

2) Tell Taylor I'm sorry for all the worry I've caused her.

3) Quit the BAU… maybe.

4) Ask Taylor to marry me.

5) Marry her in front of the people who matter.

6) Go on a honeymoon which lasts months, not weeks. Show her all the places I grew up, the places she's heard so much about. Make good memories there.

7) Kids?

She was pondering number seven when the door opened once again.

'Ahh you've regained consciousness then' his disgusting voice filled the air. Emily wasn't sure exactly what it was about it, but it was one of those voices that forces you to follow every last syllable as it reaches your ears, allowing it to engulf your thoughts with its intensity. 'It's about time'

Emily didn't want to use any energy by sitting up, so she simply followed him with her eyes. It turned out that she didn't have to do anything anyway, because without much resistance he pulled her up to a sitting position and turned her so her back was against the wall, effectively forcing her to meet his eyes.

The thing Emily hated most about him? – Other than his voice? – His face. He wasn't ugly, or damaged, or scary. He was actually handsome. Like if-I-wasn't-into-chicks-I'd-totally-hit-that handsome. He was the guy you trusted; the guy you let help carry your shopping to the car, just because. And that's what totally unnerved Emily, because she wasn't totally and unconditionally repulsed by him. His actions, sure, but physically, he wasn't intimidating. Yet he packed a punch. That fact alone scared the shit out of Emily; not that she'd let it show.

'So' he leant back against the bed so they were sitting opposite each other 'I guess you're wondering "why me?"' he smirked 'well I'll tell you. I'm sure you have theories; so let's go through them shall we?

One: no I'm not against the FBI.

Two: no I'm not against your mother.

Three: no, I'm not a guy from your past.

Four: no I'm not some psychopath with a tendency towards brunettes.

Five: …Yes, I do have a problem with lesbians.'

He let that statement hang in the air before continuing.

'To be more precise, I have a problem with lesbians who haven't come out to the people closest to them. See, that's deceit. And if there's one thing I can't stand, its liars. Again Emily I can see your Agent Prentiss brain working. The cogs move behind your eyes, did you know that? No, my mother wasn't a closet lesbian. No, I myself am not gay. Yes, my bitch of a wife, or should I say ex- wife, is a lesbian.'

Again he let the statement hang, only this time he shuffled closer to Emily; leaning so there were mere inches between their faces as he lowered his voice. 'You see Emily; I was married to her for five years. Five years and then BANG. One morning it was 'how'd you sleep?' 'Want some pancakes' and that same night she was packing a bag and coming out to me; leaving me with my son.' Again he moved closer, increasingly closing the gap between them. 'Now Emily; you might be wondering why I'm telling you all this, especially considering I told you only hours ago that my name was all you would learn during your time here, but I'll confess something more to you: You are not going to get out of here alive. So any notions in that pretty little head of yours that you will, you should abandon now.'

Garcia settled down in front of her many screens once again.

She hated this.

She hated it on a normal day; sifting through a strangers life, learning their inner most secrets and feelings, looking through their credit card bills, bank accounts and even their damn mail subscriptions. She didn't know whether Taylor or Emily got Cosmo delivered, and that's how she wanted it to stay. She wish she could unsee just how loaded Emily was (Jesus, she doesn't even need this job…and neither does Taylor)or that she had just bought a pretty damn expensive necklace for Taylor's 35th birthday. And now Hotch had ordered her to crack into Emily's laptop, retrieved from the boot of her car.

Here goes…she thought, while the start up screen burst into colour. She quickly bypassed Emily's passwords using her software, and she was soon greeted with a home screen plastered with the grins of the team and Taylor, an interlocking background of images. Smiling, she took a deep breath and opened her various files to cover her array of screens. She found a folder full of home videos, and opened the first one she saw.

Her screen came to life with the view of Emily's bedroom.

Please don't be a sex tape… please don't be a sex tape…

She smiled as she watched what must be Taylor's hand snake across Emily's naked back, exposed from under the sheet, and listened to the conversation as she gently kissed her awake and threw an oversized Yale shirt in her direction, before promptly turning the camera away from her as she dressed 'you're lucky that I'm willing to resist filming you naked in case anyone ever finds this labelled 'Emily's birthday' and gets curious' she heard Taylor joke, the camera's view shaking a little as she laughed. A grin spread across Garcia's face as she watched Emily come into view again, her - apparently - natural curly hair stuck out in random places, evidence that it was her natural bed head as opposed to her usually styled, in control head of hair. A smile she'd never seen before graced Emily's lips, clearly that was the look that Emily had when she loved someone as completely as she loved Taylor. Because Garcia had never seen such a peaceful look upon Emily's face, and she really wanted to meet the woman who put it there.

There it is Emily thought, as she watched the grin spread across his face. There's the 'I've broken her' grin. Cue his exit…

He made to leave the room, but before he did, his fingers gripping the handle, he turned and looked her right in the eyes. 'Enjoy your sleep tonight Emily, I really enjoyed today, but I think you'll like the view tomorrow' he threw a small square in her direction. She didn't want to turn it over. She already knew what it would be.

Swallowing hard, Emily held back the tears until he'd locked the door behind him and ascended the stairs, his footsteps fading away over her head. In her hand she held one small thing: a picture.

But it depicted the one thing she never wanted to see in this hell hole. The one thing she only wanted to see on the outside…

Right there in front of her eyes was Taylor. Bound and gagged, in that same godforsaken van he'd brought her here in. When he said the view would improve, she knew it would only improve for him. He got off on her pain, and seeing Taylor hurt would surely tear Emily apart.

A/N: So I know this is longer than usual; but I'm going away until Friday, so I won't be able to update this until at least next week.

Sorry about the cliff-hanger! ;)

Reviews would really inspire me to pick this back up again next week…