A/N: So thanks to some faithful –and new also- reviewers Bobby Taylor; LittleLamb92, Hanzoo, rmpcmfan, rmwlaf and sammymccoy, I've decided that I will finish this story as there alone I have six people who genuinely enjoy this story, and I wouldn't be so cruel as to just stop. So you don't have to riot now LittleLamb92! ;)

Hold on tight guys; this one packs a punch!

As always, Italics are thoughts.

Bold italics in this chapter are the team on the phone to Garcia.

'WE'VE GOT A HIT! WE'VE GOT A HIT!' Garcia came running into the room and slammed a print out from Vi-Cap on the table. 'His prints were in the system from when the police ran a background check on him last year.'

'Why'd they run a background check?' Rossi asked, stood up and itching to move like everyone else.

'His wife left him and wanted to retain primary custody; so she took him to court. They ran a check, he came up clean, but his prints were put in the system in case they ever needed them again.'

'Did he gain custody Garcia?'

'No. Due to him being between jobs, plus his tendency to drink since his wife left, she was granted primary custody. …and her partner was granted secondary custody.'

'Let me guess, her partner is a woman?' JJ rolled her eyes as she asked.

'Yep blondie she is'

'There's our trigger. We got an address Garcia?' Derek asked while edging towards the door.

'I've sent it to your phone Derek and yours Hotch. And the head of the FBI has given us any warrant we need to - and I quote - 'bring back our agent, but keep it quiet.'

'Let's go' was all Hotch needed to say for them to be out of the door and heading down the stairs into the bull pen.

'Wait!' Garcia shouted, running after them and stopping them in their tracks

'What is it Garcia?'

'I… I was just sent another link, but this one's not to a pre-recorded video; it's live.'

The team all looked at Hotch for his reaction.

'Open it, and keep us up to date on what's happening to them.'

'Ah… I… Okay Sir.' Garcia walked after the team to the elevator and waited with them.

Hotch stopped just before entering and turned back to Garcia 'And Penelope; I'm sorry I have to make you watch that'

'I'll keep you up to date sir.'

Chris bounded back into the room and leered over a still-trying-to-catch-her-breath Emily. 'You see that camera?' he announced pointing to the red light in the corner that had suitably pissed off Emily since the first time he pointed it out. 'Well that's just gone live to your little friend Penelope. Only its signal is bouncing all over the place so she won't find you in time, believe me on that. In fact-'

Emily cut him off with a deep chuckle to herself.

'What's so funny?' he demanded with yet another kick to her already broken body.

'That's going to Garcia?' she asked, looking up at him. At his slight nod she resumed her laughter before she locked eyes with him. 'Then you're screwed.'

'No. Emily you are.' He walked over to the camera and looked right down the lens. 'Penelope, I hope you're sitting comfortably for the show. Oh, and I'd ask Andrea to leave the room… she isn't going to want to see this.'

'What's happening Garcia?'

'He's just come in and told Emily that we're watching, and that I should tell Andrea not to watch-'

'Like hell am I leaving' Andrea cut her off. 'I'm watching no matter what.'

'We're fifteen minutes out Garcia even with the speed we're going and with sirens and lights on, do you think we'll get there?'

'Yes. He's only threatening right now… Okay he's left the room again…'

A few moments passed before Derek's voice filled Garcia's lair again.

'Is he back yet?'

'No. …Wait. The doors opening… Fuck. Hurry guys!'

Accompanying Garcia's observations the team heard Andrea gasp.

'What's happening Baby Girl?'

'He's carrying Taylor.'

Emily couldn't breathe. She was just catching her breath back when the air was knocked out of her lungs by the sight of the one thing she never wanted to ever see. She had the sudden urge to be sick, but her body was in complete shutdown mode.

'She's the doctor and you're the FBI agent right? Well I hope she's taught you something, because now's the only chance you're gonna get to save her Emily' the UnSub's voice echoed in her ears as he dumped Taylor on the concrete in front of her and left the room, locking it as he went.

Emily couldn't register what he'd just said as she scrambled across the floor ignoring the protests of her body, trying to make sure she wasn't imagining what she was seeing.

'Taylor?' she whispered 'Oh shit, Taylor…'

Taylor was stripped to her underwear just like Emily; only unlike her there was no bruising around her thighs, rather her skin was freezing to the touch. Blood matted her hair and cuts and bruises adorned her face, arms and torso. Defensive wounds the profiler inside Emily observed. But the real Emily, the one Taylor knew, couldn't focus on any of that; she couldn't get past the pain written all over her girlfriend's face, the way she was writhing around whilst trying to stay conscious, and the stab wound which ripped apart her stomach, coupled with the sheer amount of blood escaping from it.

'Taylor! Hey baby look at me' she demanded, straddling her girlfriend, using one hand to turn her face to meet her eyes, and the other to start applying pressure.

A slight smile graced Taylor's features, and a look of relief washed across her face as she cupped Emily's head in her hands. 'Emily.'

The way Taylor's voice broke as she whispered her name scared the shit out of Emily, and she hurried to apply both hands to the wound with more pressure. 'Hey baby, tell me what to do. C'mon. I need you to tell me what to do.' She begged, tears already streaming down her face.

'It's okay Em'

'No it's not Tay, c'mon, tell me what to do!'

'HURRY UP DEREK PLEASE' Garcia shouted down the phone; tears streaming down her face in equal measure to Andrea as she watching everything unfold on her computer screen. She could almost hear the UnSub laughing now.

'What is it Baby Girl? What's happening with them?'

'She's been stabbed Derek. There's a lot of blood. You have to hurry!'

'Emily or Taylor Garcia?'

'Taylor. Taylor's been stabbed and Emily's trying to stop the bleeding. How far away are you!?'

'Eleven minutes baby, eleven minutes.'

'Derek, she might not have that long'

'We have medics tailing us; and you and I both know Emily won't let her die.'

'Em, I love you'

'I love you too'

Taylor pulled Emily's face down to meet hers and sealed their love with a kiss.

'Tell my mom-'

'No. I'm not telling her anything you can tell her yourself.'

'Emily…'

'No Taylor. No. You're gonna be fine, okay? My team is coming. I promise you they'll be coming. Just hold on baby, please. I need you to hold on.' Emily was still attempting to stop the blood flow; without much success. 'FUCK!'

'Emily look at me' Taylor said, using the hand cupping Emily's face to pull her gaze towards her. 'I'm not walking out of here-'

She looked away as she cut her off. 'No, you'll be in an ambulance. But that's okay, they'll take you to the hospital and you'll be fine! You-'

'Emily.'

She forced her eyes to meet Taylor's, the tears streaming down her face showing no signs of slowing up anytime soon.

'You need to tell my mom I love her. She already knows it, but she'll need you to tell her again okay?'

'…Okay.' Emily mumbled; her face buried in the crook of Taylor's neck for the millionth time since she'd been dumped on the concrete in front of her.

'I love you Emily. I've loved you a really long time, and nothing this bastard has done can take that away, okay?'

'You're saying goodbye.'

'I have to Emily I can't hold on much longer'

'Hold on for me. Come on, my team's coming! Please baby just hold on'

'Derek where are you!?'

'Five minutes Garcia. We're on his land, but he's in the middle of nowhere.'

'She's saying goodbye Derek you've got to get there in time'

'We're trying Baby Girl, we're trying.'

'You don't know they're coming'

'They will.'

'If they've not come by now, what makes you think they even know where we are yet?'

'They'll come.'

Taylor smiled at her girlfriend. 'Your faith in them is amazing.'

'I know my team. They're coming. Just hold on baby. …Do you hear that?'

The faint sound of sirens in the distance filled the room with hope. 'That's my team. I told you baby, c'mon hold on for me they're here.'

The door swung open to reveal Chris; flustered and angry, gun in hand.

'I told you you were screwed.' Emily muttered towards him, not taking her eyes off Taylor. She leaned down and whispered in her ear 'I love you'

'I love you too Taylor whispered back before kissing Emily like her life – quite literally – depended on it.

'AGENT PRENTISS' he shouted, forcing her to glance up at him.

The gun was aimed in her direction; tilted towards Taylor until Emily sat up completely; still straddling her girlfriend and still applying pressure to the still bleeding wound.

'Do you want to die?'

'No.'

He walked in until he was standing over them; his gun pressed to Emily's forehead.

'Do you want to die?'

'No, you bastard, I don't.'

'Let's try this again' he said before lowering his gun to aim at Taylor's head. 'Do you want to die? Or do you want her to?'

Emily looked at her girlfriend; her one and only. The one person outside of her team she would gladly take a bullet for if it would protect her. So when she looked up at Chris again; and knowing he was expecting an answer, she said what she knew would keep her Taylor safe until the team came in and saved her.

'Yes. I want to die.'

And then it all went black.

A/N: Wouldn't you all just kill me if I left it there…

A bit choppy I know, but I really struggled to write this out how I imagined it in my head, so I just hope you can all picture it the way I did.

Reviews? :)