"We have the name Anthony Powell," Hotch states. "However, with more than one person mentioning he sounds like he purposely lost his accent we can surmise that is not his real name and that he has the ability to get back to his country of origin."
"Unless he's a wanted man under his old name, too," Rossi points out.
"True. But he would have the ability to get a new name, new passport, new credit cards even. All you need are contacts who don't ask questions," Emily reminds them.
"There has to be a way to track him. Are we sure Koresh really didn't know where Powell lives?" Reid asks.
"Very sure. He contacted Powell via a series of burn phones. None are used for more than 3 months," Hotch states.
"Then let's trace the burn phones," Garcia says from the doorway.
The team can't help but smile to see their analyst is there and looking ready for a fight. JJ moves beyond her best friend, whom she'd picked up at the hospital, giving her a pat on the arm as she does. JJ takes a seat beside Emily as Hotch steps towards Garcia.
"Are you sure? If you need time- -"
"I need to find this bastard, Hotch. For my Godson and my own peace of mind. So what do we have other than the burn phone that could help?"
"Guy has an old muscle car. 1960's era Mustang," Rossi supplies.
"Good to know. So give me the phone number and a computer. I'll deliver his ass to you as fast as I can," Garcia promises.
Hotch smiles. "Kevin is set up next door already looking. Something tells me with the two of you working this we'll have him before breakfast is finished being served."
"Damn right," Garcia affirms as she turns to go help her ex.
"And now we sit and wait. Yay," Rossi says with his flair for sarcasm.
The team grins. Emily takes JJ's hand.
"You okay?"
JJ nods. "Fine. I got some sleep last night. No offense but the rest of you look like crap. Especially you, Morgan."
Morgan grins. "Two 24z Monsters helped me get here. I think I'm starting to crash."
"So, why don't all of you find a place to crash? I'll sit here and deal with any leads and any media requests that come in," JJ suggests.
Hotch nods. "Good idea. When Garcia and Kevin find this guy we'll be off to take him into custody. Let's get some rest while we can."
"You sure you don't need help?" Emily asks her wife.
"I'll be fine." She studies Emily's eyes. "Wait…why are you scared to leave me alone?" JJ glances up as the men leave the room and avoid looking at her. She turns back to her wife. "Emily?"
Emily stands and closes the door. "Koresh wanted you to lead his interrogation."
JJ shrugs. "Yeah? So? No way that would happen. And if the idiot asks to see me the answer would be no. So what the hell else is going on?"
Emily starts to pace. "Powell kind of…well, seeing your press conference is what spurred him to grab Garcia for information. We're worried he could try to grab you or her again if he wants more info."
JJ lifts an eyebrow, obviously perturbed. "And you weren't going to tell me any of this?"
"I was! I swear. I just…one, I wanted us to be alone. And two, well, I have to admit to you what I didn't admit to the guys: I won't let them near you, Jen. Whatever it takes from me I won't let them near you. I wanted to pummel Koresh when he said he'd only talk to you. I wanted to ensure it didn't happen no matter what." She stops pacing and stares into her wife's eyes. "He killed Will for no good reason. I'm scared he'll…he will…" she can't finish the sentence.
"You're scared he'll put a hit out on me, too?" JJ says quietly.
"Yes. I mean, it's highly unlikely but…but…" Emily turns away, hoping to hide her tears. "I don't know what I would do…" she finishes at a whisper.
JJ gets up and walks over to her wife. She pulls her into a hug from behind.
"Emily, let it go. Your fears are getting to you because you are fighting so hard not to cry about Will. You've been so strong for me, for Henry, for Helen, everyone. You need to mourn your friend. Honey, it's now interfering in your job. You're too emotional and you know it."
Emily slowly shakes her head. "I can't, Jen. When I finally let go, when it is finally okay to cry because you don't need me and Henry doesn't need me I will. I can't yet. Not until this is really, truly done."
"If the assassin is in the wind, which we know is a probability, it may never end. Are you going to hold everything in forever? Are you going to- -"
"I got offered a promotion," Emily blurts.
JJ is stunned a moment. "You…you what? When? What is it?"
"I got it while you and Rossi were in Alabama. And it just seems like there were constantly reasons for me not to talk to you about it and then Will was shot and Hessel said he understood and I can talk to him next week and…and…"
"Hessel? He wants you as his second, doesn't he?" JJ guesses. Emily nods. "Em, that's a great promotion! You'd be helping set up the next great BAU team. You're going to take it right?"
Emily turns and stares into her wife's eyes. "No. And not just because you're pregnant," she says, stopping JJ's argument. "Think about it, Jen. How often are we in the office with all the other BAU teams? We're all constantly on the go. It's hard enough with both of us gone from the kids at the same time. On separate teams one of us will always be gone. We may as well get a divorce for all the family time we'd be able to have." JJ blanches at that thought. "Hessel wants me to talk to him when we get back but I'm going to call him. I'm honored and, well, I think I could be ready on a professional level for that job. But on a personal level, I'm not willing to lose more time with you and the kids than we already do."
JJ studies her wife carefully. She pulls her into a kiss and firm hug. When it ends she runs her hand over Emily's cheek.
"I love you so much. I am so proud of you for getting that offer. And I am so happy that you saw beyond the excitement that the promotion offers. I was so excited for you but you're right, we'd have so little time together it would make things so hard for us to stay together without anger and bitterness taking root." She thinks a second. "My God, Emily, you've been dealing with that as well as all of this?" she gestures to the room as a way of meaning the case.
"Yeah," Emily admits.
"No wonder you have bags under your eyes I could haul grain in. I thought it was just because you kept giving up your bed to Henry and then being up all night last night."
Emily manages a grin. "I'm sure that added to the size of the luggage on my face."
"Emily, go take a nap somewhere. Heck, go to Helen's house. If we need you here you can be back in a heartbeat with lights and sirens. Maybe you can take a nap with the kids. Or if they are awake, maybe Alaska."
Emily chuckles as she pictures cuddling with Henry's pup. "Maybe. Are you sure you don't need my help?"
"Nah, I can handle things fine. And if anyone comes to speak to the FBI I won't speak with them alone. I promise."
Emily sighs in relief. "Thanks for that, Jen." She kisses her wife then pulls her into a hug. "I love you so much."
"I love you, too. See you in a couple of hours."
Emily nods and grabs her purse along with a set of keys for one of the SUVs. Giving JJ one more peck, she leaves the conference room. She sees Baylor getting a large cup of coffee.
"Todd, get a nap."
Baylor grins. "I will. After Marty. We're taking turns in case there's a break or something. You leaving?"
"Jen convinced me to go to the house and sleep, probably because she knows the kids will help settle my head and heart even more than a nap."
Baylor chuckles. "I believe that. See you later."
Emily nods and heads on outside. She takes a deep breath of air as she walks out of the precinct, hoping the cool air will help wake her just enough to help her drive home. The last thing she wants is more caffeine. She knows her body needs to sleep. Testament to just how tired she is, she doesn't feel the two men closing in on her until too late.
One man grabs her as another shoves a rag in her face. Her instinct to struggle and the breath she takes seals her fate.
"Fuck…chloroform," she thinks before the darkness takes her.
A van pulls up and the two men shove Emily in the side door. One man binds and blindfolds the unconscious agent as the other demolishes the work phone on her hip.
"Drive," the man in the passenger seat orders. He looks at the men in the back. "Make sure she doesn't see us. Kidnapping a Fed is one thing. Having to kill her is something else entirely."
It is almost noon when Garcia taps Hotch on the shoulder. "Hotch? We found him."
Hotch sits up quickly. "Seriously?"
Garcia grins. "Seriously."
"Get the team into the conference room so we can plan our move. How far away is he?"
"A couple hours by car."
"Then I'll be calling for a helicopter. We need to move quickly."
Garcia nods and hurries to wake everyone else as Hotch pulls out his phone and calls for a helicopter to be ready to dispatch once his team arrives. A few minutes later he walks into the conference room to see JJ frowning.
"What's wrong?"
"I sent Em to the house for a nap. Phone went right to voicemail so the battery is probably dead. Calling the house now," she says. A second later she smiles. "Helen, hi. Can you get Emily for me?" JJ's face pales. "She…she didn't? Are you sure?" She listens. "Oh, God. She should have been there a couple hours ago. I'll call you when I know something."
JJ hangs up and looks at Hotch. "Which SUV did she take?" he asks.
"The one we've been using since we arrived."
Hotch hurries out to the parking lot. His stomach does a flip when he sees it still sitting where it had been parked earlier. He hurries to it, praying exhaustion made her fall asleep inside. As he gets closer he sees the keys on the ground beside it.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he mumbles.
He checks inside anyway but as he expected, it's empty. He picks up the keys and jogs inside.
"MARTY! I need copies of all outside surveillance for about 2 hours ago and then I'll need an APB out on whatever we see. Someone has taken Prentiss."
Hotch hears a gasp and turns to see JJ clutching the arm of Morgan, who seems to be holding her up.
"We'll find her, JJ. There is no other option," Hotch vows.