I'm Here For You

Chapter 12

"FBI! Open up!" Morgan ordered as he pounded on Robert Hastings front door, gun drawn. When no one came to the door, the agents glanced back at Hotch and Rossi, who silently drew their guns and gave the man a nod. With a deep breath, Morgan spun around and gave the solid door a good, hard kick. The door fell to the ground on the other side, a loud bang echoing throughout the house. With a nod, Morgan slowly entered the house, followed by Hotch and Rossi, J.J and Reid covering the end.

"J.J, you and Reid clear the first floor. Rossi, Morgan and I will check the basement." Hotch ordered, beginning to follow Morgan into the kitchen. The blonde woman refused to move.

"No" she said defiantly. Hotch looked at her, stunned. He had never once been spoken to like that by Jennifer. Not once in the past seven years.

"What? J.J, need I remind you that I am the one –"he was cut off by the now slightly angry agent.

"Yes, I know that Hotch. But it's my fault Emily...god damn it, Hotch. If Em's in that basement, I need to...I need to be there Hotch. Please." J.J all but begged, her emotions threatening to escape. But in true Emily Prentiss fashion, she steeled her insides. If Emily was in that basement and she wasn't...no. She wasn't losing hope. Emily was still alive. She was going to talk to her again, and apologize for this happening to her, and... J.J was brought back to reality by Hotch's voice.

"Fine. J.J, you come with Rossi and I. Morgan and Reid, clear the house." He ordered. Morgan nodded, now slightly discouraged. But he knew better than to argue with Hotch, so he followed Reid down a dimly lit hallway. Hotch nodded towards the basement door, and together the three agents moved slowly to the kitchen, guns drawn, ready to shoot and kill the son of a bitch that took their best friend.

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Emily let out a groan of pain as her broken and bruised body hit the hard, cold floor.

"I'll be back for you later." Robert sneered at the dazed agent who was half lying on the floor. With a sick smile, the man pulled the heavy door shut behind him and the sound of a dead bolt could be heard on the other side. The room was suddenly thrust into darkness, and Emily had to fight hard to stay awake. Those drugs were certainly working. Her head spun as she attempted to stand up, not even straightening her knees before she crumpled to the ground with a loud sigh.

"Who's there?" a voice asked from somewhere in the darkness. Emily jumped and immediately held up her hand to try and protect herself. The voice spoke again. "Who's there? I'm not going to hurt you." Emily thought the voice sounded like a teenage girl's, probably no more than 20 years old, at the most.

"I...I'm Emily. Where are you?" Emily asked hoarsely, her throat dry and twanging with pain. A dark figure slowly made their way over to wear Emily lay on the floor, attempting to protect herself. The figure reached above her head and pulled a chain, illuminating part of the cold room.

Emily blinked drowsily and took a moment to look around the room, her mind slowly clearing. It looked like Robert had locked her in another basement of some sort. The floor was different from Robert's though...this was one was cold, hard cement. The walls weren't much either, just concrete blocks stacked on top of each other and painted once over with a now peeling coat of grey paint. Cobwebs hung from the rafters on the ceiling. When Emily's gaze locked on the other person, she was startled at what she saw.

A young girl, probably around eighteen years old stood in the centre of the room. She had long, dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes that reminded her of J.J's. The girl was fairly tall, probably 5"6' or 5"7'. She wore a dirty, tattered nightgown, and her arms were wrapped snugly around middle section. The girl was dirty and looked like she hadn't seen sun in a while.