When Nicole was thrown back into the room where they were being held, Emily stared in shock. She had been beaten severely and her pants had been ripped.
"Now, it's your turn," Jake growled menacingly as he grabbed the FBI agent by her arm and dragged her from the room, Emily fighting him all the way.
Jake didn't notice something fall out of his pocket as he left the room, but Nicole did. Believing she was unconscious when he'd dropped her on the floor of the room where he was keeping them, he hadn't bothered to tie her up. Quickly and as carefully as she could, she moved over to where the object was and saw that it was a cell phone. This is too good to be true, she thought, but picked it up and began to dial anyway. She dialed the number of the agent she'd seen do the press conference knowing she would make sure the call was traced.
"Jareau," JJ said answering her phone. It was now well into the evening and everyone was running on fumes.
"This is Nicole Alexander, I don't know how long I have, but he dropped his phone and he's got Emily and is probably raping her right now. Please find us, hurry!" The moment JJ had seen a number she didn't recognize on her screen she'd instructed Garcia to trace the call.
"Can you tell me about where you are?" she asked.
"No, not really, but please hurry. I'm not sure how long he'll wait to kill us. I think he was looking for Emily all this time and I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time," Alexander explained.
"I understand, we have a trace on the phone. We know where you are. Stay calm, we're coming for you," JJ assured.
"Oh, thank god, bye, I've got to go. He can't know I found his phone," Nicole said hanging up and dropping the phone where it had fallen and moving back to where she had been dropped and allowing the pain from her various injuries to pull her into unconsciousness.
"I know where they are!" JJ cried running into the conference room.
"You do, how?" Hotch demanded.
"Apparently he dropped his phone when he was dragging Emily off somewhere and Officer Alexander called me. Garcia traced the call. Here's the address," she said showing them what she'd written down. The rest of the team needed no further encouragement and they rushed from the room calling for officers along the way.
Meanwhile, back with Emily and Jake. Jake was hitting and kicking any part of Emily he could reach. He was trying to hold her down so he could have his way with her, but despite the injuries he was inflicting, she was fighting back.
"Damn it, stay still, you stupid bitch!" he growled.
"Not on your life. Go to hell," Emily spat.
"I'm not going to hell, but you are!" Growling in frustration, he slammed her head against the floor knocking her out. Once she was finally still, he stripped her and himself then climbed on top of her. He was about to begin having his way with her, but a noise stopped him. Before he knew what was happening the door was being kicked in and he was staring into the barrel of two guns.
"FBI! Put your hands up and move off the agent, now!" Morgan ordered.
"And if I don't?" Jake mocked.
"I put a bullet in your head," Hotch replied. Noticing JJ and Reid behind them and Rossi helping carry Nicole Alexander out of the building, Jake gave up and moved off Emily, allowing himself to be cuffed and dragged off.
The moment the unsub was taken away, Hotch and Morgan made their way over to Emily.
"Em, its Hotch, can you hear me?" he asked dropping down next to her. The brunette gave no indication she had heard her husband's voice.
"Come on, Princess, open those beautiful eyes for me," Morgan coaxed.
"Aaron, M-M-Morgan?" a quiet voice rasped as foggy brown eyes opened to meet theirs.
"Welcome back, Princess," Morgan greeted.
"Nicole?" she asked worriedly.
"She's going to be okay. Rossi's got her. Let's get you out of here," Hotch said as he gently lifted her into his arms and carried out of the building and handed her off to the paramedics. Grabbing her hand he climbed into the ambulance sitting next to her and promising her he wouldn't leave.
"Family of Emily Prentiss?" a doctor called out, scanning the waiting room. The team hurried to meet him, Hotch in front.
"I'm Aaron Hotchner, I'm her husband and this is my team. We're all family. Any news you have on Emily can be told in front of them.
"Very well, Agent Prentiss is overall pretty lucky. She has a couple cracked ribs, a mild concussion and numerous bruises. Thankfully I can assure you that she was not raped." A sigh of relief went through the group at the news.
"When can I take her home?" Hotch wanted to know.
"I want to keep her overnight and I want to have her off work for the rest of the week,""" the doctor informed the anxious husband.
"Can we see her?" Reid asked.
"Sure, go down the hall and she's the third door on the right."
"Thank you," Hotch said shaking his hand before turning and leading the team to Emily's room.
"But you're sure she's okay?" Jack repeated as he talked to his dad on the phone. After seeing Emily was okay for himself, Hotch had stepped out to call Haley and Garcia to let them know she was safe and recovering in the hospital.
"Yes, Jack, she's a little banged up, but she's going to be okay. The doctor wants to keep her here overnight then we'll be heading home in the morning. By the time you're out of school tomorrow we'll be back home," the father assured his anxious son.
"Okay, tell Em I love her and I'll see you tomorrow. I'll give Katie a kiss from both of you," Jack said.
"Thank you, and I'll tell Emily, see you tomorrow, bye, Jack."
"Bye, Dad, see you tomorrow," Jack said hanging up the phone. He was glad that his step-mom was okay, they all needed her.
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