There were two things that, as a federal agent, you did not want to wake up to. Well, seperate from the two was you didn't want to wake from being knocked unconcious in the first place. But upon waking up there were two things that you did not want to see. The first were bullets or bullet holes close to you. That implied that you were in a firefight and you might be injured whether you felt any pain or not. Remember, this was upon waking up, so you might not be compeltely aware of your body yet. The second was seeing someone you didn't recognise. Especially if that someone was decidely more alert than you.

Unfortunately, for Emily, both were what she saw when she woke up with a decidedly fuzzy-feeling head. The type of fuzziness you got when you'd been drugged. Fantastic. She had been drugged. Though, she supposed that that was better than having a concussion.

But back to the two things you didn't want to wake up to, but she had definitely woken up to. There were bullets. Well, one bullet. Right next to her, where her head had been laying. Like she had gone to sleep with it there like some sort of demented toy. And then there were the actual bullet holes. She counted three before her eyes met those of the second thing. A stranger. Probably her captor. Or possibly another prisoner. He was grinning at her in a creepy sort of way. Okay, definitely her captor then. Fan-freaking-tastic.

"Rise and shine, sweetheart."

She groaned. Seriously, he caught her and knocked her out, so he had to go for the most stereotypical thing ever to say to her upon waking up? She was disappointed.

He didn't look so pleased that she wasn't terrified or freaking out if that scowl was anything to go by.

"Hi," she decided to go with.

Staying silent was likely to make him violent, and he already proved that he was trigger happy with his gun thanks to those bullet holes even though he had knocked her out rather than shoot her. Which was good because that meant it was unlikely that she was going to be shot, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try and hit her. Which she could do without because she had just realised that her legs were tied together, so she wasn't going to go far. She wiggled a bit as he stared at her, trying to figure out what sort of situation she was in.

Huh, was that her phone still in her pocket? Seriously? He didn't remove her phone? Wasn't that 'Being a Bad Guy 101'? Everyone knew that phones could be tracked these days, didn't they? That was promising, it meant that she could be tracked. If it wasn't dead.

She decided not to focus on that at the moment as she realised that her arms were also tied. Hey, her head still felt all fuzzy and weird, so sue her for being a bit slow on the uptake. Speaking of a bit slow on the uptake, the Unsub hadn't tied her arms together, he had tied them to her body. Like, he had wrapped rope around her arms and body.

"Aren't you scared?" He asked almost eagerly.

"Not particularly," she put on a bored tone.

"What?"

"Yeah, not that scared."

"Well, you should be."

"Really?"

Good, this was distracting him. That was good. Keep him talking, but don't wind him up too much. She would need to keep herself in check because she noticed even by saying that she had annoyed him. As long as he stayed annoyed and didn't go into pissed off, she should be okay.

"Yes! Of course she should."

"Okay."

"Dont you know what I'm going to do to you?"

"I don't actually, but I assume something similar to what you've done to all those other girls, right?" She asked carefully.

Because this guy was definitely their Unsub. Even if she didn't know his name, why else would he incapacitate a federal agent? One that fit his MO at that. She still had to verify though because let's be honest, this job title attracted a lot of weirdos.

"Exactly! I've got you tied up, so what I do next is-"

Oh my God, he was actually going to rant at her about his plans. Had he taken all his cues from cartoons or something? Seriously? Wait. This would work in her favour. He was pacing back and forth, not looking at her, so he wasn't paying too close attention. Which meant she could wiggle herself free. Which was pretty easy when you got tied up like this. She had plenty of experience.

And yep, there you go, arms free. And he was still ranting. Something about braiding her hair now and using it as a noose? Good luck with that when her hair wasn't long. She wished she could say something sarcastic to him but her legs weren't free yet. Easily fixed. Wow, he was bad at tying knots.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

Of course, he had to realise she was free as soon as she got the last rope off her. She bet if he had a bomb, it would end up being disarmed in the last seconds too, it was the day of stereotypes after all.

Speaking of stereotypes, he lunged at her, which she rolled away from and scrambled to her feet. He bellowed something incomprehensible and tried again, but even with a headache, she was too quick.

It went on like this for a while until, it being stereotype day, she managed to trick him into slamming into a bookcase, knocking himself clear out. Wow, that was a lot of blood from his face.

"Prentiss, you okay?" Morgan said as soon as he burst through the door and saw her.

Why did the team always find whoever had been captured right after all the action had taken place?

"Yeah, but he's not," she replied, nodding at him and wiping at her mouth.

Blood came away with her hand. Great. That meant she had a split lip and was going to need stitches. Her head throbbed, reminding her she probably had a concussion. Great. A hospital visit was in her future, wasn't it?