"Emily- It's Emily." You said getting everyone's attention.

"What?" Aaron turned to you.

"Lauren Reynolds is dead. Emily said that 16- no 17 days ago." You were stumbling over your words. "We were walking to the briefing room and you were rambling on about your weekend." You were looking at Spencer. "You Penelope and I were supposed to go to some cyber-crime conference, but Jack had a last-minute soccer game so I stayed with Aaron." You looked to Aaron whose eyes hadn't left you. "We walked in and Emily said Lauren Reynolds died in a car accident, Spencer you were too caught up in the conversation I don't even think you noticed."

You shut your eyes trying to remember what else had happened. Her posture was tense. One hand was balled into a fist. She was biting into her cheek. Her voice.

"Her intonation wasn't surprised or grief." Aaron pulled out his phone and started dialing Emily's number. "It-it was like a mantra-like she was reminding herself." You were trying to catch your breath from rambling.

Aaron passed you following the sound of a phone ringing. It ended right at Emily's desk. He leans down and opens the drawer to find her phone, badge, and gun.

"If Prentiss is the last name on that list, she's on Doyle's list too," Derek said.

"That explains her behavior the past month. The secrets, the evasion." Rossi said.

"She has been biting her fingernails again," Spencer added. Aaron walked back over with Emily's stuff in his hands.

"She left her badge and gun? Why would she do that?" Derek asked no one in particular.

"That doesn't make sense. Why run? We're her family. We can help." Spencer was hurt.

"Doyle's killing families." Rossi started. "She is not married, not close to relatives. He was ready to wipe us out."

"She ran to protect us." You finally spoke. Your mouth was dry. Everything was spinning which made it hard to breathe.

You're just panicking-take a deep breath.

You repeat that to yourself. There was a hand on your lower back. Following the hand, you were met with Aaron's eyes. From the little contact, you felt more stable.

"She's a trained spy. She doesn't want to be found." Rossi said.

"She knows all of our tricks. We don't know any of hers." Derek said.

"That's not true." You stepped to the evidence board. "We know Emily, she's headstrong. She is not gonna stop till she gets what she wants. What does she want?"

"Doyle." Aaron walked up to stand beside you. "Ian Doyle is our unsub, Emily is our victim. We profile their behavior and we treat it like any other case." He paused. "Because terrorism isn't an area we specialize in, I've reached out to an expert from the state department. Someone who can also shed light on Prentiss' past."

"Who?" Spencer asked.

"Let's get to work." JJ was standing behind the whole group.

~~~~~

Excusing yourself from the group you walked to the bathrooms. Turing on the sink you splashed your face with cold water. Inevitably rubbing off whatever makeup was left on your face. Looking up in the mirror you saw your eyes were red.

"She's gonna be ok. She's gonna be ok." You mumbled to yourself.

After drying off your face, you walked back to the briefing room.

"Ok, so I talked to a friend from Langley. He couldn't give me Emily's full CIA history, but he could give me this." JJ turns to the tv screen. You all watched as Emily's face appeared. Her face was rounder, her hair long- lighter then it is now.

"She assumed the identity of Lauren Reynolds as part of a special task force called JTF-12." JJ continued.

"I heard about them. They were profiling terrorists right?" Rossi asked.

You had heard some stuff about them too. They were extremely good at what they did. But when given the chance to look into it there were big chucks marked out. You were told to keep the mission quiet.

JJ went out about a past mission Emily had been on. You watched as the picture on the tv changed. Everything was going on one ear and out the other.

You racked through your memories- every time you had seen her- whenever something was off.

Why didn't she just say something.

We can help.

"Hey." The sound of Aaron's voice brought you back to earth. He took the seat next to you. You took a second to look around the room and see that everyone else has left.You forced a smile.

He didn't say anything, he didn't need to say anything. He was giving you a minute to lose control, to not have the weight of the world on your shoulders.

You let out a shaky breath before speaking. "I'm not gonna cry, I'm not gonna allow myself to do that."

"Ok." He reached out for your hand.

You brushed your thumbs across the back of his hand. His grip tightened on your hands.

The two of you sat in silence, it didn't feel like a long time. But when there was a knock at the door you realize it has been a while.

"Are we interrupting something?" Rossi asked as him and Derek stood in the doorway.

"No." You spoke allowing them to come in.

Aaron stood to meet Rossi and Derek half way. Rossi pulled what looked like a necklace out of his pocket.

"What is it?" Aaron asked.

"It's called a gimmel ring." Rossi said.

"Your kidding." You said and took a few steps to stand next to Aaron. Rossi didn't respond; he just dangled the necklace from his finger. Aaron looked between the two of you with a confused look.

"The husband and wife-to-be wear individual bands during the engagement and at the wedding." Rossi pushed the rings together to form one.

"You see the markings in the middle? Gaelic. Doyle gave it to her." Derek said.

Shit

~~~~~

"Gracia, I need you to go through all Emily's old contacts. See if you can get her or if anyone knows where she might be." Aaron instructed. Penelope nodded and walked back to her office.

Everyone started to make their way out of the bullpen yet you hadn't moved.

"You coming?" Derek asked.

"Emily has a lot of contacts, I'm gonna help Penelope sort through them." You said.

"Ok." Derek took one second to scan your body.

You walked him to the elevator and waited for the doors to close. Once his face was out of sight you walked in the direction of Penelope office. But you didn't make it. You turned to one of the offices that hadn't been used in a while.

You shut the door behind you but didn't bother to turn the lights on. Taking a seat in the big chair that sat behind the desk you pulled out your phone.

It had been opened to one number. Emily had mentioned something about having emergency passports, money, phone numbers, the works.

It took a lot of digging to find the number. You had been sitting on it for a while. There hadn't been a reason for you to call it.

You watch your phone until the screen starts to shut off.

You tap the screen bringing back to life. Taking a deep breath you call it.

There was no answer, you weren't really surprised. The phone beeped for you to leave a message.

"Hey it's me, Penelope's going through your old numbers and contact to see if anyone knows where you might be. I have this number, I don't even know if this is you but I have a strong feeling it is." You took a pause. "Damn it Emily why didn't you say anything? You know we can help you. Then again we all know you like fighting your own battles. Just come home please." There was a slight break in your voice.

"What hell did you think? We were gonna

just let you leave? Let you do this by yourself?" You tighten your jaw trying to not yell. "I love you Emily, ok? You are my best friend if you like it or not. Just stay alive ok? Just stay alive long enough for us to find you. Bye."

Putting the phone down you wipe away the tears that had fallen. After taking a few deep breaths you walk out of the office.

Right before you walk into Penelope's office your phone starts ringing. It's the same number. You push through the doors and tell propels to try and track the call.

"Hello?" You answered. There was no answer. "Emily?" You asked as the tear ran down your face.

"I'm sorry." Her voice was soft. It sounded like she had been crying too. Before you could say anything else about the line with dead.

"Anything?" Your voice cracking. You watched as Penelope types away at her computer.

"Boston, Massachusetts." She kept typing. "That's all I can get. She wasn't on the line long enough."

"At least we know where she is." You pick up your phone again and dial another number.

"Aaron, she's in Boston."

~~~~~

The flight to Boston felt like it was never going to end. The amount of anxiety building up in your stomach was enough for everyone.

The police had some scrawny guy that had been in cahoots with Doyle. He was the only thing standing between you and finding Emily and he wasn't talking.

You and Rossi had agreed to take Fahey out for a smoke so he would calm the hell down. It took about everything in you not to light one yourself. Rossi would've smacked it out of your hand the second he saw it.

"You know when a cigarette is best?" He held it out for you to take it but you waved your hand. "After sex with me."

"Mind your manners." Rossi stepped in front of you. You put a hand on his shoulder telling him that it was ok. He stepped back to stand next to you.

"So, just out of curiosity, what's it like working for Doyle." You bit your lip feeding his narcissistic ego.

"Eh, he's not so tough." He looked you up and down. You had to stop yourself rolling your eyes.

"Wow, I bet you're his hookup aren't you? I mean after all you're the man." It felt dirty when the words left your mouth.

"I could show you how much of a man I really am." Rossi gave him a pissed look.

"Jeez what's with the sexy cop back cop routine-"

It was something warm. You couldn't see it cause your eyes were closed. Opening your eyes again Fahey wasn't there. Looking down you saw him in a pool of his own blood. He was shot right through the heart.

Rossi yelled. You couldn't hear him, but he grabbed you and pulled you to the floor. His eyes were still open. He was dead but his eyes were still open.

Rossi pulled you to the door as shoved you through it. He guided you back into the police station and in a seat. He muttered something about getting a towel to clean the blood.

Your ears were still ringing when Aaron crouched down in front of you. Behind him was Derek. This hadn't been the first time someone died in front of you, with this job it certainly wasn't gonna be the last.

"What happened?" His voice was so soft you almost missed it.

"We were just talking- it happened so fast." You were looking at Aaron but your mind was somewhere else.

Rossi came back with some napkins and a new shirt in hand. Aaron took them and walked you to a bathroom.

"Hey," He grabbed your hand trying to get your attention. "Everythings ok."

"The only connection we had to finding Emily is dead, how is that ok." You breathed out.

"Because we know that Doyle is a family annihilator we just have to find out what Emily's role is." He finished wiping off the blood on your face. "Hands up." You lifted your hand and he pulled your shirt off.

You pull the new shirt down your head. After adjusting to it you were met with his eyes. They were soft.

"We will find her." He cupped your cheeks and placed a small kiss on your lips.

"I hope so."

~~~~~

Penelope found an address of a warehouse. Doyle had a son and there was a high chance Emily was the only one that knew.

"What look at these pictures." Penelope said, bringing back your attention. She pulled up the picture of Delcan being held at gunpoint.

The Gun.

The hand.

The nails.

"Reid look." You point to the hand. He didn't say anything.

"It's someone holding a gun." Derek said from behind you.

"Look at the nails." Penelope's breath hitched and your left Derek posture changed.

"Let's go." Aaron said. You all followed him to the SUVs.

~~~~~

The warehouse looked huge. It would take forever to clear it.

"Agent Prentiss is the only friendly in the building. rescuing her as our primary objective." Aaron spoke to the group of SWAT agents.

"Our only advantage here is stealth. Once they know we're on site, there's nothing to stop them from killing her. So we keep it quiet until we get to her." Derek said.

Every spilt up. You went with Derek through the back entrance.

The SWAT agent took out one of the guards that stood on the ramp. You and Derek walked in first, guns drawn.

After turning down each hallway it got darker and darker if it was even possible. Then the lights were shut off. It was pitch black. You heard the sound of smashing.

It sounded like something fell. You and Derek looked at each and moved closer to where it was coming from.

Derek had directed you to go down one hallway while we went down the other. Half the SWAT team was close behind you. After clearing the room and the end of the hall you heard Derek yell your name.

You ran.

You stood in the doorway of the door in shock. Emily was on the floor bleeding out. Derek was hovering over her.

One of the SWAT members calls for a medic.

"Y/N what do we do?" Derek asked. You hadn't moved from your spot.

"Y/N!" He yelled.

You rushed over to Emily's other side. Her pulse was weak, but it was there. You saw there was still a lot of blood spilling out.

"Emily, this is gonna hurt like hell but I need to do it." You said knowing she probably couldn't hear you.

You press your hands around the wooden steak that was coming out of her abdomen. You put as much pressure as you could to try and stop the bleeding.

She groaned loudly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You repeated.

You ignored the tears falling from your eyes and held your hands to her stomach.

"Where is the medic!" Derek yelled.

You looked to her face, her eyes were half shut. Her skin was paler then it usually was. She looked weak.

"Let me go." She whispered.

"No, no. I am not letting you go." Derek said and squeezed her hand tighter. "Help me!" He yelled again.

"I am so proud of you Emily, you understand that. I am proud of you because you are my friend, and you are my partner." Derek said. Emily rolled her head back and shut her eyes.

"No Emily please." You begged.

The sound of people running in didn't pull you away from Emily. Derek had to come around to lift you to your feet. You watched as the paramedics wheeled her out of the room.

You held out your hands as they started shaking. You felt the ground under your feet shirt. Derek wrapped his arms around to your front to keep you up right.

She's gonna be ok

~~~~~

At the hospital there were no words. No one had spoken for the almost hour you had been there.There hadn't been an update the whole time.

You had in the chair with you back to the wall and your legs to your chest. Aaron on one side and Derek on the other.

Every few minutes you could see Emily's eyes close and feel her body go limp.

Your lips start to tremble at the memory.

Aaron was trying his best to calm you down.

Derek was like stone. He hadn't shown any emotion since leaving the warehouse.

Rossi had been walking up and down the rows of seats.

Reid rocked back-and-forth in his seat.

Penelope would burst out cry every so often and you would go over to hold her.

JJ had left to get an update but hasn't come back.

You slowly moved to place your feet on the ground. You need to feel something steady. You reach out your hand to find Aaron's. He takes your hand in his. He brushes his thumb across the back of your hand.

From the corner of your eye you see someone stop. You lift your head to see JJ standing in front of everyone.

Her eyes were glossed over. She looked to the floor trying to find the right words.

Your heart sank already knowing what she was gonna say. You squeeze Aaron's hand and start to hyperventilate.

"She never made it off the table." She finally spoke.

It was like a dam was breaking.

Emily was gone