Agent Spencer Reid stood in the door way, staring at Prentiss as she traced the evidence board with a finger. What are we missing? She thought. There had to be something. The unsub couldn't just disappear; he had to be somewhere, someplace.

"What are you thinking?" He asked, trying to see the case from whatever angle she was seeing. "Did you find something?"

Emily shook her head, but couldn't shake the feeling that she was on to something. "When you guys stormed the restaurant, they had already pulled JJ out the back. But the Possum wasn't with her. I know I would have recognized him if he was."

"Right. And there wasn't any sign of him at the warehouse, either. It was probably just the four of them that you and JJ took down."

"So where did he go?" Emily dragged her finger along the blue print of the restaurant. "You four entered here-" she said, pointing at the entrance. "And JJ was brought out here."

Reid was catching on. "So why didn't we see him?"

"Exactly."

Spencer had taken the idea and flown with it. The restaurant, a 5-star Italian place in the heart of Brooklyn, had been closed off since the attack. It was slated to reopen the following night, but Reid commandeered it instead. As the rest of the team followed the unsub's cold trail, he and Emily scoured the building, looking for whatever they had missed.

"He picked this place for a reason." Emily glanced around, taking in their surroundings. Tables were still overturned, chairs topped from where unsuspecting customers had scrambled in the chaos that ensued.

"Right. We profiled that this guy is meticulous; he wouldn't have left anything to chance. He had a plan for if his cover was blown."

Emily paused, subconsciously holding her shoulder. "Reid, what stopped you guys that night? You couldn't have been more than a minute or so behind me. How did you lose us?"

Spencer winced, remembering the scene as it had unfolded. He watched as the restaurant reconstructed itself, the tables flying back into place, the people rewinding back into their chairs; the doors flew open as Hotch breached the premise. The hostess, a redhead holding two menus, shrieked as she saw their guns and tossed her folders into the air; her scream echoed throughout the dining room, customers' heads snapping foreword at the sudden intrusion.

Agent Hotchner's voice bellowed, "FBI! Everyone down!"

Reid started ushering terrified guests out of harm's way as they stormed past. The table they had been surveilling was empty, Garcia's babbling in his ear about a lost feed.

"Shit." Rossi said, scanning the restaurant. "Garcia, where are the emergency exits?"

She didn't hesitate. "Kitchen and behind the manager's office."

Morgan nodded, looking towards Hotch. In turn, Agent Hotchner signaled. Reid followed Morgan to the office while he and Rossi took the kitchen.

Prentiss started screaming, "Rear entrance, kitchen doors! She's unconscious! 4 males, all Caucasian-"

Before either Reid or Morgan could turn back to the kitchen, her voice deepened, "Oh no- they're already mobile. Hotch, I'm following."

Emily scrambled to get the surveillance van in gear, but it was an old clunker of a thing made to look like a repair truck. They had done their job in disguising it, but now it wouldn't start. "Fuck!" Her eyes darted around. A motorcycle stood nearby, its key still in the ignition.

"I'm on a Suzuki bike, looks red- uh- plate 3T586." The engine revved and the brunette was off before any of the team could stop her, following the van that had taken JJ. In her haste, Emily had forgotten her cell phone; she forgot that she was communicating through a closed-circuit radio, which couldn't transmit outside reach of the van. As Hotch watched her taillight fade, he lost contact.

Morgan pulled up with the SUV seconds later, but no one knew which way to go. "Fuck." Rossi slammed on the dashboard, repeating one of Emily's last words. "What now?"

"Spence? Where'd you go?" Emily asked, patiently waiting for Reid to snap back.

The haze in his eyes cleared, his head bobbing forward, "I know what happened!"

Emily didn't say a word, but followed his lead as he started power walking away from the kitchen. He stopped in a hallway that read "Office" on a door at the end of it.

"Here-" Reid pointed to the wooden floorboards, "Was where Morgan and I were standing when you radioed that JJ was taken out the kitchen exit."

Emily's lips twinged. "And let me guess, you turned around."

He nodded. "We ran."

Emily pushed ahead of Reid, opening the office door. Sure enough, an emergency exit sign lit up in the left hand corner. Together, both agents drew their weapons. Emily bobbed her head as Reid threw back the door.

It led to an alley that connected to the one behind the kitchen, but it was separate enough that another getaway car could have been present. "I don't know why we didn't think of this." Reid murmured, glancing around. "He would have sat right here, waiting for us to follow you."

"And taken off in the opposite direction." Glancing up, she noticed a security camera- something the other side of the alley had been lacking. "But look. At least we'll know what kind of car he was driving."

She dialed Garcia's number.

"Office of the incredibly bored and overqualified genius. Please use and abuse me." Penelope sang.

Emily grinned. "Hey, Pen. I need a favor."

"Oh, peaches, didn't anyone tell you? Getting shot entitles you to three wishes. Go for wish one."

The brunette rolled her eyes. "Reid and I are back at Giuliani's. There's a security camera out back, and I need to see if it's functional."

The sound of clicking filled her ear. After a pause, Garcia concluded, "Yup! Oh! I see where you're going with this. Hold tight- five seconds."

Emily nodded to Reid, who was hanging on every word. This was their only lead, after all, and they both needed it to go somewhere.

"Got it! We've got a Possum rummaging for trash!"

"What-" Emily blinked, shaking her head. "Never mind. Send me the tape, and pass it along to Hotch. And run the plate, too, Garcia."

"Done, done, and done. Man, that was a waste of wish." Emily could hear the wink in Garcia's voice.

"Thanks, Pen. You're a life saver."

"No problem. Now get back here so you're not actually the one getting our bad guy, caphice? I'm not actually a life saver, you know, and I don't play one on TV, either. Getting shot once is enough for this go-around."

Emily smiled dismissively and disconnected the phone, calling Hotch immediately to fill him in.

As Reid backed out of the parking lot, Emily's phone vibrated; an amber alert had just gone out for a 5-year-old boy last seen three miles away. Clicking on the details link, she noticed that the MO sounded exactly like the Possum's.

"Spence, he got another one." She said with an uneven tone. "Three miles away. Step on it."

"But Emily-" he argued, knowing that Hotch would never let the brunette into the field in her condition.

"Reid, there isn't time! Go!" She pointed at the road, her foot pressing on an imaginary gas pedal. She redialed Hotch's number but it was busy. Immediately, she dialed JJ.

As the blonde answered, Reid spotted the plate from the alert; "Emily, I've got him. There!"

"JJ, there's been an abduction-"

JJ interrupted, "I know, we're about to head out. Just meet us at-"

"No, we've got the unsub in our line of sight. Have Garcia track my phone."

"What?" JJ's tone flat lined. "Emily, don't!"

"JJ, we can't lose him again! We can't! Just follow us!" Emily barked, her phone falling to the floorboard. It was difficult to manage her sidearm with one hand, but she got into position, the Glock pointed out the side window. Reid slammed the button for the sirens, causing the SUV they were chasing to speed up.

"Can you shoot?" He asked, glancing back and forth from the road to Emily's arm.

Suddenly, bullets started flying from the car in front of them. "We're about to find out." Emily said, pulling the trigger.

A/N: Predictions? Suggestions? Please Review! Stay tuned, update coming soon! :)