"You know what?" Emily said conversationally, looking for all the world to be unconcerned with her current predicament.

"Emily, this really isn't the time for talking," JJ hissed.

Unlike her friend, the blonde was very much concerned with what was currently going on and looked like she did not appreciate Emily trying to inject some levity into the situation. Which was a shame.

"But-"

She wasn't going to remember if she didn't say it right now. And it was important. Well, not really. But it was something that was perfect for this exact moment.

"Emily! Not. Now!"

And maybe her blonde friend had a point, they were technically running away from their unsub because it turned out that they were slightly off the mark with their profiling. You see, he wasn't just paranoid. Oh, no, he was also delusional. And delusion, paranoid people did not appreciate federal agents showing up. Especially when he perceived them as a threat.

But like any sensible paranoid person (was there such a thing?) he didn't run away from them. No, apparently, he thought that the best thing he could do was to chase them. And when they tried to calm him down, here came the violence.

Normally they would confront and subdue him (they were quite capable of doing so) but, funnily enough, neither woman particularly felt like they could do so when he was waving around a machete and rampaging after them. Running had seemed to be the best for their self-preservation. So run they did.

It was funny how good you became at running when your life depended on it. Emily was really starting to think that her week was cursed. It started with the stupid knife attack (seriously, that guy did not know how to handle a knife) and now this? This was even worse than her burns! Which were already starting to heal nicely, by the way. Reid took full credit for that. And he was being annoyingly smug about it too.

Now that she thought about it, all this running and twisting and turning could not be good for her burns. Great. Just great.

"Come on, JJ."

"I don't know about you, Emily, but I do not want him to catch up with us."

Emily wasn't sure how she did it but JJ somehow managed to say all that in one breath with changing pace.

"It will only take a second."

JJ didn't look too convinced. Which Emily couldn't help but be a little bit insulted by. She could keep things nice and succinct. She wasn't Garcia.

"It's relevant, I promise."

The exasperated look that JJ managed while running as quickly as she could was quite impressive.

"Oh, fine. Go ahead."

"Does this make you feel like you're on the Hunger Games? I feel like I'm being hunted."

See? Perfect for the situation they were currently in. Emily was quite proud of herself for that one.

"That's because we are."

"Well, yes, but-"

"Emily, move," JJ shouted, shoving out of the way as something very pointy and shiny flew past them.

Yeah, now was probably about the right time to speed things up.

Emily managed to skid around a corner of a building and she all but fell against the wall in an attempt to try and catch her breath.

"I feel like I've been doing an awful lot of running, this week," she said through her comms.

"Pretty sure that's a sign that you've been chased by far too many people," Rossie chimed in.

"It's not my fault!"

"Sure."

"It's not!"

It's good for your training," Derek decided to add his two cents. "You did say you wanted to start jogging again, didn't you?"

"Yeah," Emily said sarcastically. "Because running frantically is the same thing as jogging."

"We all have to start somewhere. "

Oh, she could see that smug look that was bound to be on Morgan's face at that comment.

"Just so you know, I'm sticking my tongue out at you," she told him.

"I wouldn't," Reid said, apparently it was his turn over the comms now. "It won't help your breathing and you'll slow yourself down. Putting yourself at risk."

"Hear that?" Morgan said mockingly.

"Please don't put yourself at any sort of unnecessary risk," Hotch said with sigh.

"I think we're a bit late for that, Hotch," JJ said, panting slightly as they started running again.

They ran and they ran, trying find somewhere they could maybe hide so they could regroup. Emily dove for a ramshackle hut thing, skidding behind it.

"Where even are you, JJ?" Emily asked, risking a quick glance around the corner she was hiding behind to see if she could see her friend.

Which she couldn't. Fantastic. Just great. Now they were separated and that was never a good thing. Then she stopped and listened, frowning. And she couldn't hear their unsub. Doubly brilliant. Not.

"Ah ha!" The unsub said triumphantly, bursting from around the corner and looking more deranged than he did earlier (was that even possible?)

Emily's only response was to groan before she took off running again. See? You knew it was bad when she didn't stay and try and engage him in conversation. She didn't like her odds at being able to talk normally with someone with a machete. Somehow, she didn't think that would work out so well. So, she ran. Her legs currently felt like rubber but she ran.

She ran and she ran and she ran. This had to count for her work out for an entire month. Though, she didn't think that Morgan would see it that way.

Why were paranoid and delusional people also the ones that could run very fast? There was probably some sort of reason behind it but she couldn't exactly figure that out when she was running for dear life!

Then it was all over as suddenly as it had begun. Namely because Spencer somehow managed to tackle the guy, making both men roll in the opposite direction of her. And, yes, Emily shrieked. Just a little. The dude had a machete after all! And Reid was basically wrestling with him? She felt like that was cause enough for a shriek.