Revenge.

17.

𝐀 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇꜱ ᴀɢᴏ 

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The moment Elle Greenaway's car stopped on the side of the road, barely noticeable from the home's window view, Emily Prentiss opened the car door and started making her way towards the front door. She held no weapon nor stance for the intent to fight or defend herself, but she took each step with more determination. Elle watched, then rolled her eyes before getting out of the vehicle herself and rushing over to the side of the other woman. 

"What do you think you're doing?!" She asked in an aggressive whisper. "Saving our friend," Prentiss replied with her own quick whisper and kept walking, not even noticing that Elle had stopped. "We have to wait for backup!" The frozen woman exclaimed from her spot in the driveway, starting to become exasperated with every short moment that went by. Her time to make the next choice was cut off by a male voice shouting from the side, just behind her. "Backup's here." She turned, instantly recognizing the voice as Spencer's, before shooting a smile in his direction. He quickly returned it, jogging past her and towards the front of the house with a gun - specifically, a pistol - clutched in his hands and held out at his side. A few other agents followed him; Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, and Derek Morgan, all prepared to make their entrance with the other two. Emily stopped at the door and placed her back against the wall, almost as if she had her own gun prepared. Everyone had to process that she was there even though they were notified when called to come by Elle, but after the few seconds that were necessary went by, they got their game-faces on and crowded at the door, a few inches from each other. Instead of knocking or breaking the door down to make their entrance, the team chose to announce themselves verbally. "This is Derek Morgan with the Behavioral Analysis Unit, we know you've got a hostage in there! Open this door right now, or we won't hesitate to enter! You've got 5 seconds!" There was a strong silence on the other end of the door, and Morgan mentally counted to five- then seven- and then ten, waiting for a response. Soon, it was assumed that she wouldn't be answering the door, and Morgan readied his stance to bust it down. He waited a moment, looked at Hotch for the eyes of approval, and then used a good amount of his strength to push the door open forcefully. Within a few seconds, everybody at the front of the house divided inside one-by-one, weapons and/or bodies ready for an attack. Except one person wasn't as prepared as the others. Somewhere in between it all, a gun was placed in Elle's hands, and she only just now realized that she had it. Memories jumped out at her, clawing to make her eyes pour with emotion, but she focused on the matter at hand, following everyone else into the home.

They all searched around the living area, it being a complete mess compared to her adoptive sister, Destiny Winchester's home. Hotch thought about how her house used to look and realized that this was a perfect example of how disorganized and different she'd become, since her old home was beautiful in his old memories. Rossi also thought about the changes in everything, but they didn't have time to think too far when footsteps were heard from the hallway on the left. Everyone silenced themselves so that they could focus on the sounds; a classic BAU tactic to understand what they're up against, but whoever made the initial noise obviously would know to stop if everything else they heard had stopped to listen. Sara, being that creator of the noise, made a quick and quiet move-- heading from one room into another without being noticed. Then, she knocked a bottle of soap from the bathroom she was now in and exited that room, rushing down the hall to make a sort-of escape. It failed as Hotch caught her, aiming his gun at her chest. "Stop where you are."

Prentiss made her way in between the two just before it could get too action-packed for her to find the thing she'd been desperate to look for. She made her way into the bathroom, where she saw the knocked down soap bottle beginning to pour out onto the dimly lit tiles. Then, she heard a whimper come from another room, followed by a muffled sob. With all senses on high alert, the female agent rushed over to where the noises were coming from, being careful not to intrude on what was going on with the unsub, and partially slammed the door behind herself from the speed and force of her hands, which were starting to shake. She turned to see what was in this new room and saw a sight she never thought she'd see, nor wanted to ever see again.