After Garcia and Morgan had left, Emily and JJ had gotten ready for bed and were now snuggled against each other.

They were both happy that they didn't have to go to work the next day.

They had both taken the next week off work, using some of their vacation days, so that they could pay extra attention to Taylor.

It was already 1:32 am and they were both restless as they stayed silent, hoping to hear something that would give them probable cause to enter the Sanders' home and get Taylor out of there.

They sighed, thinking that this night was going to be like all the others, a little push against a wall, but nothing that couldn't be justified, until JJ's cell-phone rang.

"I told Hotch that we would take the week-" She cut herself off as she looked at the caller ID.

"What? Who is it?" Emily asked confused.

"I don't know, it's a private number." JJ said as she pressed the green button and put the phone to her ear.

"Hello?" JJ said.

'Hi, this is JJ, right?'

"Yes, who is this?"

'You said that I could call any time, that you'd help me.'

"Taylor?" At this, Emily and JJ looked hopefully at each other and JJ put the phone on speaker so that Emily could hear too.

'Yeah, it's me.'

"Are you okay, sweetheart?"

'Yeah, I'm fine. I just, I was thinking about what you said to me at the park, you know, about you being able to help me and that I don't need to be scared..."

"You don't need to be scared, we'll help you, you just need to tell us what happened."

'My dad...he...uhm...he-'

'You little bitch, give me that right now!'

'No, stop! Dad! Please!'

"Taylor? Taylor?!" JJ asked desperately but the line had already gone dead.

Then they heard it.

"JJ! EMILY!"

It was Taylor screaming for them from the other side of the wall.

"Let's go!" JJ said as they quickly put a pair of pants on and a t-shirt, grabbed their guns and headed towards the Sanders' apartment, calling for backup in the process.

When they got to the door, Emily kicked the door open and they both entered the apartment, with their weapons drawn.

"FBI! Put your hands in the air! NOW!"

"Leave us alone!" Nathan Sanders yelled at them as he grabbed Taylor and put the gun he had in his hand, to her temple.

"Nathan, listen, you don't want to do this. I know you're confused right now, but if you even try to squeeze that trigger, I'm going to be faster then you, is that what you want?"

JJ tried to reason with the man, not because he didn't deserve to die, but because she didn't want to traumatize the young girl who she and Emily had both grown to like.

"This bitch ruined everything, she always does! I'm going to jail, I know that, so if I'm going to jail, I'd rather go to hell! And if I'm going to hell, then I'm taking her with me!" He said as he held the gun firmly...

...and BOOM, a shot rang through the apartment.

A/N: So...who got shot? Review please.