Garcia was busy at her desk scouring through the camera footage, looking for more clues and connections. She reached over to her phone, pressed the speaker button, and seamlessly went back to typing. "You've reached the fabulous Penelope Garcia; what can I do for you?"

"It's Hugh," he said as he ran down the hallway. "I need you to patch me into everyone on the ground team."

Garcia raised her hands; a bit stunned, then refocused. "Right! Connecting everyone… now!"

"It's building two! Building number two!" Hugh announced.

Mitchell turned over the ignition and shifted the car into gear. He slammed his foot on the gas and peeled down the road.

"We can't tip them off," Roman called out while hanging onto the grab bar above the door.

"We already know, so what does that matter?" He turned the wheel hard, and both their bodies shifted from the turn of the car.

"The point of this was to try and get some proof. Some evidence. We can't go up to a judge and tell them that we set a trap, and they walked into it. That's not how this works."

Mitchell forced himself to stop at the red light. Suddenly, four motorcycles sped by. Roman and Mitchell looked at each other then Mitchell turned to follow. "This can't be a coincidence, can it?"

Roman got back on the phone with the group. "We have four motorcycles heading down Bristol in a bit of a hurry!"

Mitchell and Roman watched as one of the bikes drove directly through the window. There was gunfire inside the building as the other bikes drove around, shooting at all the windows. Shattered glass flew everywhere. Mitchell slammed on the brakes as an explosion went off, and the bikes sped off.

Mitchell and Roman got out of the car and ran toward the building. Roman quickly dialed Garcia. "We need emergency response to this location!"

"Emily?" Garcia hesitantly questioned.

"We don't know," Roman replied. "Send medical too."

Red and blue lights flashed down the whole block. Firemen dug through the debris, trying to find any sign of Prentiss.

Hotch showed his badge as he entered the area past a few patrol officers. He headed straight to Roman, who was standing with the fire chief. "Any update?"

"This is her boss," Roman said, then turned to Hotch. "No, but I need your help."

"With what?"

Roman turned toward the building and pointed to Mitchell, covered in soot and sweat. "We need to get him out of there. He won't listen to me. He won't take proper precautions. He had no mask on or gloves. He is going to get hurt. He says he won't stop until he finds her."

Hotch nodded and started toward Mitchell. "Major?" He continued without acknowledging him. "Come on, let's leave this for the rescue workers."

"I can't do that," Mitchell said as he picked up a piece of rebar and tossed it aside.

"Breathing in all this isn't safe."

"It isn't safe for her either." Mitchell picked up a hunk of drywall and then froze.

Hotch watched Mitchell's face, then looked down to see a cell phone in the debris. He reached down and picked it up. "It's been damaged. We don't know if it's hers."

Mitchell rushed as he picked up more and more. "She's here somewhere."

Hotch took off his jacket and tie. He rolled up his sleeves and helped alongside Mitchell. He looked up for a moment and wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, then looked back down. "What kind of building was this?"

"What?"

"What was here?"

"I don't know. It was someplace that's been closed for a while."

Hotch looked out to Roman, who was speaking with some of the rescue crew. "Roman!"

"Yeah?"

"Get Garcia on the phone. Have her look up the building plans."

"Got it."

Hotch and Mitchell worked together to remove a massive metal pipe. Roman rushed over with the phone in his hand. "Go ahead," Roman called out.

"That building had a vault built into it!" Garcia announced. She gave them the coordinates of where to search. The three of them moved across the room and worked together.

"Wait," Hotch said.

"We need to keep digging!" Mitchell protested.

"Wait!" Hotch said firmly with his arms out in front of them. "Do you hear that?"

A faint tapping was heard by all three of them. They called out to the others for help, and they all began to move bricks, drywall, and rebar.

"Look! A hatch!" Roman said. "Emily? Can you hear me?"

Three steady knocks rang out loud and strong. They cleared more away and tried to open the hatch. One of the firemen grabbed some of the metal and worked on prying it open. It started to give about an inch wide.

"Emily?" Mitchell shouted.

"Yes! I'm here!"

"We need you to push on the hatch."

"I can't. I think my arm is broken, and it's too far above my head."

Two firemen came running over with the jaws of life. The device was shoved in the opening, and the hydraulics opened the hatchway. Prentiss was standing in the middle of the vault with her arm tucked into her jacket.

"We're going to pull you up!" Hotch said.

"I don't think you can."

Mitchell turned to Roman. "Go get some rope." He then moved toward the vault. "Alright, move back." He dropped in. He noticed the bruises and scratches on her face and then moved the hair from in front of her eyes. "We're going to get you out of here," he said softly.

Roman rushed over and tossed over the end of the rope. Mitchell worked on creating a suitable harness while they were securing the other end. Mitchell stared into Prentiss' eyes. "You ready?" She nodded, and he gave two tugs on the rope. "All set!" He announced.

Within a few moments, she was out and rushed to the ambulance standing by. Mitchell then climbed out of the vault. "Thank god this was here."

"Any sign of the motorcycle or its rider?" Roman questioned.

"No," Hotch said. "The whole place was windows. He could have just driven through and dropped the bomb on his way out."

"Someone has been playing too much Mario Kart," Roman said.

Hugh arrived where Rossi and Charles were conferring. "What happened? Is everyone okay?" Hugh asked, breathing hard.

"A motorcycle crew shot up and dropped a bomb at the building," Rossi said.

"What about Emily?"

"They're still searching. Aaron will call me as soon as they have an update." Rossi noticed the man standing next to Hugh. "And this is?"

"Oh, this is Paul Cho. He is an attache with the South Korean delegates."

"I'm not sure this is the best place for him to be right now," Rossi said.

"That's just it. He has information that we need."