Y/N has always known Emily, growing up together and bonding over shared trauma. Even going as far as going undercover for Interpol. After the 9 grueling years, she had given up on love, it would always lead to heartbreak even if it's a good guy. Tha...
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"'Cause you see, I'm doin' better without you now" (This is about you confronting Devin from the last chapter)
You tugged at your sleeves, terrified as you waited in Hotch's office. You heard a soft knock on the door, "Y/N, can I come in?" Garcia's distinct voice muffled through the door. You dug your nails into your palm, it had been one of your habits that you picked up over the past few months "Yeah come on in"
"Have they found anything?" You asked, looking up at the technical analyst. "They're narrowing down the suspect list but how are you feeling love?" Garcia gave you a soft smile, sitting down next to you.
You looked over at Garcia, "Terrified, I never got to say goodbye to her" you felt the tears well up in your eyes. "God, I don't even know if she knows I'm alive" She gripped your hand, "Hey, I promise, we will find her"
A soft knock rapped on the door, "Garcia, we need you" Spencer spoke as he poked his head into the office. Garcia stood up, squeezing your hand softly before leaving the room. "Talk to her, she needs it" She whispered to Spencer, her heels clicking against the floor as she joined the team in the round table room.
You wiped your tears away as Spencer entered the room. "Spencer, tell me the truth. The statistics, I don't want false hope." You choked out, looking up at him watching the internal debate he was having with himself through those soft hazel eyes.
Spencer sat next to you, taking your hands in his "Do you remember what I told you when you first told me about her?" You tilted your head before nodding, "She's strong, okay, she'll live I promise you" Spencer reassured you running his thumb over your knuckles.
"Spence, statistics please, I don't care about all of the false hope" You urged, not caring about the false hope. That's all it was, false, no matter what they tell you, all you cared for was the statistics. The chances that she could be alive.
"Most child abduction cases 88.5 percent are dead within the first 24 hours." He grimaced as he stated the percentages.
That's what you needed, "So, there's an 11.5 percent chance she would live, okay I can work with that" You sighed, feeling the tears begin to well up in your eyes.
"How close are you to narrowing down the suspects" your voice wavered, trying to figure out how long the suspect list actually was right now. "We got it down to a 100, but is there anyone who clearly sticks out in your mind" You shook your head, pulling one of your hands away from Spencer's to wipe the tears away.
He pulled you onto his lap, holding you close. "Hey any little thing will help, okay?" He kissed your temple, rubbing your back slowly trying to calm you down enough for your mind to remember any of the little things.
"Who was there, for any important events? It doesn't even have to be focused around Bella just who did you two trust enough to tell?" He asked, trying to lure the answer out of you.
The questions hurt to think about, you tried to block out all of those memories. Only keeping the happy memories with Bella.
"The only person I can think of is dead, and that was Doyle." You murmured trying to remember more people that would fit the description.
"Hold on, I mean I doubt he would ever want to hurt Bella, but there's her godfather." You started, turning to face Spencer "Antonin Abel, we met him in Paris and he helped us out a couple of times. He never even got involved with this business, he would just make sure she was okay from time to time when ...... " You trailed off, not wanting to go into the details of her childhood.
Spencer gave you a soft smile, "I'll be right back, little one okay?" He pecked your lips, setting you back down on the couch on the far wall of Hotch's office. His converse padded against the floor as he went to relay the newfound information to the team.
You clutched the arm of the couch, praying that everything would be alright. Dreading the thought of not knowing whether your daughter would still be alive by tomorrow morning.
It had been 23 hours since she had gone missing. The hours fusing together as time continued, and it was all the same, hoping they can narrow down the suspect pool.
The door creaked open, Emily's heels clicking against the floor as she joined you. "It was Abel, Garcia can stay here with you until we can get her back, but do you want spencer or me to stay as well?"
You shook your head "I'll stay with Garcia" your voice rang out filling the room that you were trapped in. "Go, save her"
You heard a soft rap of knuckles against the glass window, looking over at Garcia, you hesitantly answered "Come in" Spencer opened the door, revealing Emily holding your daughter close. "Hey it's time to let go now" Emily whispered to your daughter, setting her down on the ground.
You looked at her, a grateful smile tugging at your lips "Hey princess" you whispered opening your arms for her to come closer. She giggled as she ran over to you, clinging onto you like a little koala.
"I love you so much, darling" You murmured against her hair, holding her close to your body. You looked up at Spencer and Emily "Thank you" you whispered, smiling up at them.
You stayed like that for the next couple of hours, keeping her close to your chest. Praying that nothing would ever happen to her ever again.
