A/N: I promised! :)

'EMILY!' Taylor was up – ignoring the nausea hitting her in waves – and slamming her hands into all the walls around her trying to distinguish which hard surface was the door. 'EMILY!'

She still could hardly see anything, despite her eyes adjusting to the darkness. She found the door handle but it wouldn't budge. 'EMILY!' Her throat was beginning to ache from how long she'd been screaming, but she was hardly going to give up now. 'EMILY!'

The door swung open suddenly; flinging Taylor across the small room, forcing a wince out of her mouth as her shoulders made impact with the opposite wall. Again, her eyes were forced to adjust to the change in light; and she struggled to make out any details of the figure blocking some of the light from what appeared to be a small corridor.

'What did you do to Emily you bastard?' Taylor threw herself forward, fists swinging, not taking into account her lack of balance due to her throbbing head. Huge hands wrapped around her wrists, catching her mid-swing.

'Oh honey, you won't be worrying about that bitch when you find out what I have in store for you.'

Garcia led Andrea to her 'lair', pulled a chair out for her and passed her a tissue box.

'Its okay, that's why I couldn't watch it again, and I've only stopped crying myself' she said, squeezing one of Andrea's hands.

'I'm sorry, I knew he was hurting them, and I know I asked to watch it, but I wasn't prepared for that' she slowly regained control of her breathing and wiped her eyes clean.

'You don't have to apologize for anything! The only one who should be doing any apologizing is the monster hurting my raven-haired-salsa-dancing-ass-kicking-crime fighter and her super-smart-super-sexy-doctor sidekick!'

Andrea laughed out loud at the descriptions Garcia provided and looked up into the brightly-dressed woman's eyes 'you're definitely the Penelope Emily described to me' she said with a smile, squeezing her hand back.

'She's told you about us then?' Garcia questioned, smiling brightly.

'Yes, she talks about you all constantly. It's an honour to meet the famous Penelope Garcia, despite the circumstances.'

A huge grin broke out across Garcia's face. 'Well it's an honour to meet the woman responsible for the existence of the woman who puts such a big smile on our Em's face'

'So she smiles like that at work too then?' Andrea smirked knowingly.

'Yeah… I never really understood it, you know, how she can smile through all of the stuff we see everyday; but I get it now. I've had to read their messages… which I see as a huge invasion of privacy, but I wasn't really given a choice… anyway, just from reading them I can see why she smiles so much'

'Taylor loves Emily and Emily loves Taylor, it's just that simple' Andrea stated, with Garcia nodding in agreement.

A silence fell over them for a moment before Garcia broke it again. 'How are you not mad at Emily, Andrea?'

'Why would I be mad at her?' Andrea raised her eyebrows.

'Well, because if she had told us about their relationship; it wouldn't have been a secret, and they wouldn't be in this situation… Taylor wouldn't be getting hurt'

'I could be angry with her I suppose… but I can't be. If I was angry with Emily I'd have to be angry with Taylor too – she agreed to keep it from you all, she never forced Emily to tell you, if she had then they wouldn't be in this situation would they? Emily couldn't know that they'd be attacked, and she certainly didn't ask to be hurt… physically and sexually' she took a moment to recover from that statement before she continued 'I'm not mad at Emily. I just want them both home where they belong.'

Emily's body hurt. Everywhere.

Her wrists were cut raw and her ankles had rope burns; her arms and legs were aching from the strain of fighting her restraints, her stomach longed for food and her mouth begged for water. And that wasn't even taking into consideration the cuts, bruises and blood adorning her body, and the pain from the one place no one but Taylor should be allowed to touch.

She was damned if she'd give up now. She was attempting every which angle she could to try and free her hands from the cuffs which she was becoming increasingly certain were her own FBI-issued pair, and the rope twined around her ankles. Small trickles of blood were making their way down her forearms, but she wasn't thinking about the pain, she was trying to block it out, which was becoming harder to do by the second.

She could hear faint noises which to her trained ears could only mean that Taylor was nearby, and putting up one hell of a fight. She'd heard her scream her name, but before she could shout back 'Chris' had been quick to cover her mouth, before gagging her with yet more rope.

This is all my fault.

Emily's mind was screaming at her, louder than even Taylor's screams were.

Why didn't I just tell the damn team!?

She heard a thud, and a cry of pain which she instantly connected with Taylor.

I know how this is gonna go. We will get out of here alive; my team will come for us. But then what? She's not going to want to even be in the same room as me.

She waited to hear more movement, but not a sound emerged from the room – she was assuming – next door. Emily's eyes widened in fear.

Taylor!?

The only thought on her mind now was Taylor, and how she was going to be able to annoy the UnSub just enough to keep all the attention on her, and away from her girlfriend.

Now that Andrea was situated with Garcia; who couldn't really do much until her computer traced the original place the link came from, the team were situated in the conference room, trying to establish where the UnSub could have met the couple.

Reid entered with a brown envelope; held tightly between shaking glove-covered fingertips.

'Uh, guys?' he gained the attention of the room 'This was just delivered to Emily's desk. It's addressed to us.'

A/N: Shorter one today, longer one tomorrow?

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