Stand In The Rain

Seven

"Oh, I'm so tired." Emily sighed, holding a hand to the small bulge in her middle. "This kid is draining so much of my energy already."

"Come on, Emily." Penelope encouraged. "We're almost there, but we've gotta be quiet so we don't wake JJ."

"Don't wake JJ. Got it."

The rest of the team had finally gone back to their hotel, and Emily was bushed, although she was sure that it had more something to do with being pregnant at an age that was just outside of the normal window for most women.

At any rate, she trotted alongside Penelope. All she could think about was getting ready for the night and then crawling into bed with JJ. Feeling her warm body beside her in bed as she had at home was a very nice feeling because not only was JJ a cuddler, but she was generated a soothing amount of body heat.

And they always shared a room when they travelled places because they were the women, and on the occasions Penelope was with them, Emily and JJ shared a bed so Penelope could have her own, so it wasn't like sleeping together (in the literal way) was a foreign concept, but now that they were flirting with each other whenever they got the chance, things were a little... different.

When Emily had told JJ that she wanted her, she had really meant that she'd wanted her in more ways than one.

"Hmm." Penelope hummed as they entered their suite and her eyes fell on JJ's and Emily's empty bed. "Maybe she got up to satisfy a craving. It is pretty late."

"Yeah, maybe..."

Emily took her phone out of her coat pocket, wanting to keep it close; the hair on the back of her neck was on end, and that was never a good sign.

"JJ?"

No answer. Even JJ's jacket and purse were nowhere to be seen.

It wasn't like their suite was terribly big, but Emily's profiler instincts had suddenly kicked into overdrive, and she didn't know why.

At least Penelope was picking up on her nervous energy, but that was to be expected because she always had a certain sense about things, no matter how low or high someone's nervousness level was.

"E," she addressed the dark-haired woman. "JJ isn't here. I just checked the bathroom and the balcony. Why don't you try calling her?"

Emily did, but...

"No dice, PG. Her phone is going straight to voicemail." Emily reported. "Am I the only one of us who thinks that something is dangerously amiss?"

"Uh-uh," Penelope was already at the desk by the balcony, her computer open to its data-retrieval program. "And to quote various characters from Star Wars, 'I have a bad feeling about this.' A very bad one."

Emily sank into the armchair next to the desk, her phone still in hand. "Are you tracing her movements through the GPS on her phone?"

Penelope nodded. "Yes, and I want you to be ready to call Hotch because it's looking more and more like that officer JJ left the station-house with kidnapped her... oh, dear..."

"What?" Emily leaned over to see Penelope's computer screen. "Show me."

The two friends were looking at a map of Manhattan, overlaid with road routes, and when Emily noticed a moving dot on the screen with a purple trail protruding from its back, Penelope explained what it was.

"That's JJ, and where she was going before the signal drops. It looks like she was taken from where we are now in the Upper East Side, through both sections of Midtown, and then to the Queensboro Bridge. That's when the signal drops, but it looks like our sweet JJ is in Queens."