Jack ran from the house, his face red and stained with tears as he watched his father's girlfriend drive off with the man who had come and hurt his daddy. "Mia! Em'ly!"

Amelia opened up the garage door and stepped into the house, rushing over to the front door and ushering the little boy inside. "Jack, come back here. Come on, Jack!"

The two year old ran and jumped into the older girl's arms. "Mia," he cried, his arms wrapped around Amelia's neck as she shut and locked all the doors to the house. "Where's Em'ly, Mia?"

Amelia refused to cry, putting the young boy down by the couch and kneeling beside the unconscious man. "She's gonna be ok buddy, ok?"

"I want Em'ly!"

She slapped lightly at the older man's cheeks, knowing he had a pulse, and tried her best to get him to wake up. "Aaron? Aaron, can you hear me?"

He groaned.

Amelia was quick to fill up a cup of water in the kitchen and rush back over to the living room, splashing the freezing liquid against her mother's boyfriend's face. "Aaron!"

Aaron gasped as the water flew down his throat, coughing up the liquid as he tried to get himself up and off of the floor.

"Thank God," the teenager cried, helping her mother's boyfriend sit up against the couch.

"What happened?" Aaron glanced to his left and saw his son crying behind his two tiny hands, and he quickly picked him up and set him in his lap. "Hey hey, it's ok," he tried to shush, rocking his son in his lap and kissing his head. "What's the matter?"

"Em'ly," the two year old sobbed against his father's shirt. "Where's Em'ly?"

Amelia tugged the older man up from the floor, doing her best to steady the FBI agent as he swayed to one side "He took her, Aaron. He took mom."

The father of one's eyes widened, remembering exactly what had happened before he had fallen unconscious.

"Where is she?"

Aaron held his gun firm in his hand, eyes hard on the younger man who stood before him with a pistol pointed at him. "I'd take this opportunity to leave, Johnny."

The dark eyed man gave a chuckle. "Just tell me where she is, Agent Hotchner."

"I will give you one minute to get yourself out of my house."

"Daddy?"

Aaron's head turned for not even a minute to tell his son to head back to his room before he was pistol whipped, his body falling hard to the floor and blood seeping from his temple as he felt the darkness came over him.

"Daddy!"

Aaron rushed the two kids out the door and into the SUV, slamming hard on the accelerator and speeding out of the driveway. "Which way?" he shouted, slamming his coworker's number into the dialpad in the car.

"Go to the left! Left!"

"Aaron?"

The dark haired man turned the steering wheel and sped around the street corner, hearing his son give a scream as Amelia tried her best to hold onto him and keep him safe. "Dave, I need you to get in your car right now. We're headed toward your street."

"What the hell is going on?"

"Emily's been taken," he rushed out, spinning the steering wheel in the other direction and speeding around the lanes of traffic. "Johnny came and he took her, and I need you in your car now."

The older profiler ran to his car, unlocking his front doors. "I can guess I'll know which car is yours."

Aaron kept his eyes focused on the road, his hands locked around his steering wheel. "You bet."

"There!" the teenager called out, seeing her father's pickup truck skid off to the side of the major highway. "Aaron, right there!"

The FBI agent's eyes locked onto a male figure pushing another out the passenger side of the truck, Emily trying her best to run from her ex before she was tackled to the ground. He sped to the side of the road and threw the car in park, throwing open his car door. "You two stay here, do you hear me?"

Jumping out of the car, Aaron aimed his firearm at the man who fought to keep his girlfriend still. "Hands in the air, Johnny."

The other man laughed, yanking his ex up from the ground and keeping her against his chest. "Agent Hotchner, nice to see you awake. You know, I think I prefer you before. Quiet and still," he hissed, his gun pressed up against Emily's temple. "Looked pretty dead."

"Sorry to break your heart," he shrugged, taking a step forward and meeting the crying eyes of the brunette woman. "Emily, you hang on, alright?"

"Aaron!" she cried, her body being pulled back against Johnny's and his gun ramming into the side of her skull. "Aaron please," the mother of one sobbed.

Jonny slammed the gun harder against his ex's head. "Shut up! Shut the fuck up!" He looked over to the FBI agent and grinned. "So what'll it be here, Hotchner? You gonna try and shoot me? You might just hit your precious little Emily," he grinned, biting down hard on Emily's ear. "What are you gonna do?"