A/N: So, I recently found out Criminal Minds is a very great series, and I'm totally hooked on it (I watched two seasons in less than two weeks), and I'm totally addicted to JJ and Emily and the whole Jemily thing (I read a few fanfics, and they're so great together!), so I got this idea of a story in my head, and I thought I could give it a chance. Well, I wrote some stories about L&O:SVU and GA, but I don't know if I proved myself worthy enough to write about Criminal Minds, but if you just tell me what you think about it, I will consider writing another chapter ^^ Well, just let me know what you think of it and enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. This story may content rated R material in future chapters, so if you're against that, I'll suggest you don't read those chapters. ^^ (If you love Will, I suggest you wouldn't read it at all. I don't like the guy, I'm sorry XD)

By the way, this story takes place end season 3, begin season 4. Just before JJ isn't allowed to work in the field because of her pregnancy anymore, just after the episode she admits her relationship with Will. Well, enjoy :)

A/N2: So, I noticed there were a few errors in my story. I fixed them! :)

Chapter I

She stretched her arms as she was taking a look at the clock. It said it was almost ten in the evening. She had to work overtime almost the whole week now, and she was sick of it. She did not want the job in the first place, but she had to work, otherwise she would probably be homeless by now. So she guessed it was just fine doing the job. It was not that hard. Not compared to what she studied for. Although, she could do better than this, just being in the office all day, processing numbers, she actually did not want to.

She'd never been the kind of ambitious hard worker. When she studied at the university, only a couple of years ago, she did not want to do anything for it. She was just really smart, which got her through the whole thing with straight As. People were always a little jealous of her being this smart and not doing anything for it. Her friends were full of awe, because they studied so hard for such lesser high grades as she got. She kind of felt sorry for them, but at least they were ambitious to do something. She had never had that drive.

So, now she was sitting here, working late for a job she did not even care about. The reason she had to work late, was that the company where she works was in serious trouble when it came to money. The company had to cut in their payments, but mostly in their number of employees. Her job was at stake, and she could not risk being fired, so she had to work overtime. She exhaled a deep breath, before breathing out again. Her stomach was boiling with appetite by now, so she had to go out, get some food.

Maybe she was just calling her roommate, ask her if she wanted to order some food. She considered her options as she got her stuff together. She finally decided to call her roommate on her way home.

Ten minutes later, she was leaving the building behind, walking to the bus stop. She checked the timetable, and saw the last bus that evening went half an hour ago. Silently cursing, she decided to walk back home. It was only a few blocks anyway, but she did not like to be out on the streets that late. She sped up her pace as she felt the unaddressed feeling that she was being watched. She threw a quick glance over her shoulder, but she saw nothing. She heard nothing. There was nothing out there, but still she was scared as hell. She dialed her roommates number to tell her the plans of that night.

"Okay, see you in ten." She ended the call by hanging up. She still had the awkward feeling that someone was following her lingering over her, but she decided not to feed her suspicions anymore by glancing over her shoulder every ten seconds.

She was only halfway her way home, when she heard something. This time it was for real, because when she turned around, she felt a hand covering her mouth as she was about to scream. But only muffled sounds came out. Nobody heard her. Nobody would hear her.

"If you call for help, I will slit your throat." A raspy, ragged voice breathed in her ear. It really gave her the chills. The man was strong, she figured. She tried to fight him, but he did not let her. He kept her easily in control.

She did not even think when she bit down in his hand, the man withdrawing it as fast as possible. The moment he loosened his grip on her, she bolted. She ran as fast as her body would allow her to run. Years of practicing soccer would help her right now to escape the bastard who was trying to harm her or whatever his plan was with her.

For a few seconds, she thought she had escaped, until she felt something smashing into the back of her head, and everything went black.

Emily was sitting in the plane, leaning with her head against the cold window. Her head hurt, so it was kind of a relief to cool her head a little. She closed her eyes for a moment, when she noticed someone was taking place in front of her. She opened her eyes again, and met Morgan's eyes.

"Are you okay?" He asked. He looked very concerned, but then again, he was her partner for almost two years now and it was kind of his job to care about her. She shrugged.

"I don't know." She answered, trying to avoid his gaze. She did not know if she was okay. Sometimes, cases just really got to her. Especially the ones with children. They just could not defend themselves, and there should have been a whole life ahead of them, they would not be able to explore anymore.

"You can talk about it, you know. It helps." He offered, still trying to lock eyes with the brunette, but clearly failing. She was just too deep in thoughts to really pay attention to the man. After a few seconds, maybe minutes of silence, Morgan broke the silence again. "Sometimes, you are a book written in a different language, Prentiss."

The brunette shrugged again. "I learned to shield my emotions when I was pretty young. I guess that's still part of me." She looked out of the window again, down to the lights of the houses she was not able to distinguish from each other.

She thought of all the people who were wandering through the streets, who were sitting in their living room, watching to the television with their families, or people in restaurants, having dates, exchanging quick glances, or people who were even 'sealing the deal'. She thought of all the people whose lives did not only content the brutalities that her life contented. People who could walk across streets, without knowing what some sick minded people are capable of, without knowing what some psychopaths think, understanding it.

She wondered if she could be that person. A normal person, sitting on the couch with a lovely husband, and three beautiful kids she just tucked in their separate beds, telling them bedtime stories, other than the stories she got to know every day. She would tell them stories about princes on white horses, saving the damsel in distress, not the stories about women being tortured, because some mentally disturbed person was impotent and the only way to get off was to harm those women.

The woman opened her eyes. It was very dark, but not dark enough not to see anything anymore. She was sitting on a chair, and her arms and legs were strapped to the chair, so she could not move. When she tried, the straps cut her flesh and it started bleeding, so she decided a little panicked that she should not try that again.

She tried to scream, but the walls reverberated the sounds of her voice, which made her scare even more. Nobody would hear her scream. She just thought she was left alone there to die, when she heard the creaking of the floor. She heard steps coming closer, but they were from her back, so she could not see who was approaching her. The man.

"Nobody will hear you." A steady voice with a familiar accent spoke. She saw the man entering her sight in the corner of her eyes. There was something familiar about the man, like she saw him before. And not just once, but more like she saw the guy on daily basis. She could not place the feeling.

"Why are you keeping me here?" The woman asked. She tried to sound steady and calm, but instead, she sounded like a chicken ready for slaughter. She knew what was coming. This was going to be her ending. Not a happy ending. She saw this in movies. When the bastard showed his face, you were done. There was only one thing that could save you in that moment, but she could not count on that.

Nobody would hear her scream. She had the silent hope that her roommate would have called the cops by now, but unless they knew something about this guy, they were not going to find her on time. She would just be another case on the pile of homicides. One of the faceless people they had to investigate, dig into her life to find something useful to catch the perpetrator. She even doubted they would ever be found. That was probably the worst nightmare; not being found. When someone went missing, you just did not know if the person in question was still in life or not.

But still, she got the feeling that she was not going to live. With this guy, she just knew she was going to die. She did not want to, but unwanted thoughts crawled into her brains. She thought about the people who were going to miss her. That would not be a lot of them. Probably her family. She did not have much friends. She did not have a boyfriend either. That thought was depressing her on so many levels. She should not be thinking about death. In these kind of situations, you had to figure out a way to escape, not a way to die. The instinct of a human being should be to wanting to live, to do everything to stay alive, not to find out a way to make it as quick as possible.

"Are you thinking about a way to escape? Or are you just thinking about your life? What you've become? What you did, or did not do? What you regret doing, or not doing? I'm curious. Tell me. I wonder what it is like to be perfect, aren't you? Or don't you think everything turned out that way you wanted it to be?" The man in black was talking slowly, but very clear. His accent made the words sound funny in some way, although she did not think it was funny at all. She was scared to death.

Then she reminded who the man was..

She snapped out of her thoughts as she felt Morgan sitting down next to her. "So, are you going to tell me, or what?" The handsome man next to her asked. She looked up at him and frowned at the question.

"Who says there's something up?" The brunette asked, still not quite out of thoughts. She was still floating around in her imagination. She wandered off, thinking about a certain blonde, working at the same unit as she did.

She knew it was wrong, and it was pretty prospectless, since the other woman was not even gay or bisexual, but still. Emily had known she was bisexual since she was just a teenager. She had never told anybody, though. Only her past female lovers knew, in some way. Her partner did not know. Or at least, she had not told him. Maybe he knew, because he is quite a good profiler and would have figured it out by now. But for as long as Emily could say, she had not given it away. She kept her glancing at the blonde low, so people would not suspect anything, but her partner knew her better than that.

Sometimes she was scared he already knew, like she already knew JJ was seeing Will LaMontagne. Some things did not have to be told to be clear. Some things told their story all by themselves. So far, no one had ever questioned her sexuality, so she thought people would not think about her having a crush on the communications liaison either.

"Well, you're sunken in thoughts for about ten minutes now, not talking to me and just looking outside. So I guessed there was something you wanted to talk about. But I sense that's not the matter here, so I will back off right now." He winked at the dark-eyed woman as he stood up and walked away to listen to some music, or whatever he was up to.