Spoiler Alert: SPOILERS FOR THE 200TH EPISODE

Chapter 5: TERRIFIED

Emily Prentiss sat at her desk in her office in Interpol working through the mass amount of paperwork that sat in front of her. It had been a busy week and she was tired. She glanced at the clock which showed it was eight o'clock. She should be heading home soon. Suddenly her cell rang.

"Prentiss," She said hitting the accept call button.

"Emily, its Hotch."

As soon as she heard Hotch's voice her heart dropped. The last time she received a phone call from him was when JJ was kidnapped and tortured and from the tone of his voice it was this severe again.

"What's wrong Hotch?"

"Emily, I'm sorry to have to tell you this and I'm sorry to have to put you through this but the Doyle's are back," Hotch said solemnly over the phone.

"What!?" Emily's voice was high pitched and she sat there trying to calm her nerves. She was failing hopelessly.

"We just got a video sent to us from someone called Meaghan Doyle. She wants revenge. You're the expert about that family, Emily. I know this is opening old wounds but we need your help," Hotch's voice sounded desperate. This was serious.

"Of course. I'll get the next flight to..." Prentiss began but stopped not knowing where they were.

"Charleston, West Virginia," Hotch finished.

"Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can. Can you send me the case files?"

"Of course. Thanks again Emily."

"It's no problem Hotch. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow. Bye."

And with that Hotch hung up leaving her to her thoughts.

Then it hit her. It hit her hard.

The Doyle Family back.

Tears started streaming down her face as she let out a sob. Meaghan Doyle was twice as ruthless as Ian and twice as dangerous which was a miraculous feat in itself.

Emily Prentiss was scared. Terrified even.

Old enemies where back. And she didn't know what to do.

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Prentiss stepped off Interpol's private jet early Saturday morning. As soon as her boss had heard about the situation he gave her permission to use the jet as he had seen Meaghan Doyle as, not just a threat to Charleston, but an international threat also. She was met by Blake, JJ and a young brunette who was shorter than the three of them by about an inch. She had deep blue eyes and seemed to be well built. A FBI badge was attached to the waist of her slacks. New agent, Emily thought.

"Emily it's so nice to see you again," JJ said hugging her friend as she reached the bottom of the steps.

"Yeah I just wish it was under better circumstances," Emily said. "How are the ribs?"

"Good. Still a bit sore when I laugh though," JJ smiled although Mackenzie's confused expression didn't go unseen by the three older women.

"Blake, nice to see you again," Prentiss said shaking her hand.

"You too," Blake said, she then gestured to Mackenzie. "This is Mackenzie Evans. Cruz brought her in as a weapons, tactics and unarmed combat specialist."

"Nice to meet you Agent Evans," Prentiss said warmly.

"Likewise," Mackenzie said smiling. Prentiss took note of her thick English accent.

"Should we get to the car?" Blake said.

"Of course," Prentiss said.

Blake and Mackenzie led the way to the car as Prentiss and JJ followed rear. Prentiss slung her bag over her shoulder and spoke quietly to JJ so Mackenzie wouldn't hear.

"So Agent Evans, is she capable for the job?"

"I believe so from what I've seen. This is her first case as a profiler though," JJ replied.

"First case? Are you sure she's capable for this? This case is pretty big."

"I'm certain. We met her on a case in Winslow, Arizona. She was the leading detective and practically solved the case by herself after we delivered the profile. She has a degree in psychology and is and ex-marine."

"Impressive," Prentiss said nodding. Then the realisation dawned on her. "Isn't that the case you got shot on?"

"Yes but that case had more of an impact on her. She has one hell of a past Emily," JJ said instinctively grabbing her side.

"Past?"

"I think it would be best for her to tell her that herself. She likes to keep it private."

"Can she be relied on though?"

"Yes. She's strong emotionally and physically and very smart. She's supposed to be here," JJ reassured. "And Emily?"

"Yes JJ?"

"She doesn't know about what happened to me yet. She doesn't know about Hastings or my time at the State Department. Can you keep it on the down low? I'll tell her when I'm ready," JJ said quietly.

"Of course."

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The four women arrived at the precinct and walked into the conference to find the rest of the team strapping on bullet-proof vests and their weapons. They gave them a confused look.

"What's going on?" Blake asked.

"We've got a lead. Doyle and her partner sent another text; this time to Reid. Garcia was able to trace it. We have two locations. One from the text and the other from the trace," Hotch replied.

"Are you sure it's not a trap?" Prentiss asked.

"We can't be certain but it's all we've got," Hotch said solemnly. And then added with a brighter tone, "It's good to see you again Emily."

"Likewise," She smiled.

"Now suit up," Hotch ordered. "We're leaving in five minutes."

They all nodded and quickly pulled on the tactical gear. None of the team knew what they were about to face but they all hoped that it would bring up a helpful clue to the case.

Hope didn't cover it.

They needed it to bring up a helpful clue.

They had to end this before it was too late.