Author's Note: HELLO! Wow, It's been almost a month since I've updated. I sincerely apologize. I'll try to update more often, but since I start my senior year this week (woohoo!) I'm not going to make any promises. Any who, thanks so much for your lovely reviews! They keep me writing. Well, tis all for now. Read and hopefully you'll enjoy!

Story Title: Desperate Measures

Written By: ButterflyCryx

Chapter Five

Hotch drove up to Garcia's apartment and parked his car in a rush. J.J got out of the passenger's seat and Strauss got out of the back seat. The two women to keep up with the Unit Chief as he started to speed-walk to the front door. He impatiently rang Garcia's bell and waited for her to answer through the intercom. Approximately five seconds later, the feisty red-head's voice boomed throughout the small speaker.

"This is the goddess of technology speaking, how may I help you at this very late hour?"

In any other occasion, Hotch would have actually played along with Garcia's little antics, but now, in this very moment, there were no time for games. In a firm, but respectable tone, Hotch replied.

"It's me, Hotch. I'm with J.J and Strauss. Buzz us in."

"Yes sir."

Hotch waited for the sound then swung the door open. He quickly ascended the stairs to the third floor. J.J and Strauss followed close behind him. They didn't even have to knock since Garcia was already waiting in the hallway. She opened the door wide enough so they could enter and closed it once they got inside.

"What can I do for you sir?" Garcia asked, making her way into her living room. She was wearing her favorite cheetah print pajamas and her hair was in two braids. She straightened her glasses then took a seat in front of her home computer. She was informed of Emily and Jack's kidnapping earlier that day, but was told to stay calm. She knew they'd need her help and the only way she could do that is if she kept a positive state of mind. Strauss hesitantly took a seat on Garcia's mint green couch while J.J and Hotch stood on either side of her.

"I need you to look into Emily's past. Search her medical records, the places she's lived, people her parents came in contact with-"

"Oh my god, her parents. I have to call them." J.J said, excusing herself seconds later. Garcia gave Hotch a look before turning back to her computer screen.

"With all due respect sir, how is this going to help find them?"

"Whoever abducted them has a personal connection with Emily. I believe it's someone in her past, someone who's been holding a grudge. Their only using Jack against her, they've watched us long enough to know that he's her weakness." he quickly informed her as the woman nodded then swiftly typed. She pulled up Emily's files and searched for anything out of the ordinary.

"She's made a lot of hospital trips for different injuries in various countries," Garcia began, giving Hotch a look. The man simply nodded.

"I know, she did most of those things to act out, she was constantly seeking attention from her parents." Garcia frowned at the sad nature of Emily's childhood but proceeded to look.

"Her parents donated a lot of money to this one church in Italy, it's also where she stayed the longest before moving to Russia." Garcia informed him. She clicked on Emily's medical files that were kept their and gasped at a specific visit. Hotch's eyes darkened as he read what Garcia did. He looked away from the screen and a put a hand over his head. He began to pace, letting this new-found information sink in.

Emily had an abortion.

The files said that she was only fifteen when the procedure was done and parental consent wasn't needed. Her parents never knew or found out about it. He squeezed his eyes shut, inevitable anger rising within him. He couldn't believe that after five years of work and two years of an intimate relationship, Emily never mentioned this. Not once did she care to tell the man she was in love with about her past sin. He shook his head as he continued to pace. Suddenly, like the pieces of a puzzle, everything fit.

"Remember the exorcism cases? Matthew Benton was one of the victims, he lived in Italy at the same time Em did. Wasn't he a close friend of hers?" Garcia asked, as if she was reading his mind. Hotch nodded.

"Emily had a bad history with his parents. Search up their contact information and address." he ordered. Just then, Hotch's phone rang and he immediately answered it.

"Hello?"

"What the hell is going on? What happened to Emily?"

It was Rossi.

"Didn't Reid and Morgan tell you?"

"They were too afraid to tell me. They said I wouldn't take it good and I'd want to leave. Is Emily in early labor?"

Hotch huffed and wished that were the case instead of the real situation.

"She's missing, Dave. So is Jack."

Hotch could've sworn the line went dead for a minute but was reassured when Rossi's voice boomed through the phone.

"WHAT?"

"Rossi, please, I-"

"One of ours is missing, not to mention that their PREGNANT and you got us here, working? This is heinous!" Rossi retaliated, obviously upset he didn't know about this earlier.

"Dave, please, you need to calm down." Hotch ordered, hoping the older man would listen. Rossi was in his hotel room after interviewing several suspects of the family murders. He unfortunately had no luck.

"Look, as soon as this becomes too much for you to handle, let us know. Me, Morgan and Reid will take the next flight there."

Hotch nodded even though his colleague couldn't see him. He looked back at Garcia who was watching him closely then got back to the conversation.

"We'll find her and Jack." Hotch promised, even though a part of him feared the worst.

"Any leads?" Rossi questioned.

"No, not yet. I'll call you tomorrow morning. You should get some rest."

"Unless you can take your own advice, I don't think that's possible."

Hotch sighed then decided to hang up.

"Bye Dave."

Before Rossi could say anything else, Hotch disconnected the call then got back to the technical analysis. Moments later, J.J returned after ending a very frantic phone call with Elizabeth and Patrick Prentiss. Emily's parents were upset at the news and insisted on taking a flight to Virginia first thing in the morning. Even though the Media Liaison advised them to stay where they were (which was an extremely important business trip in Europe), they refused to comply.

"Mr. and Mrs. Prentiss insisted on coming out here. I told them to stay put and wait for any news but they refused too."

"I can't have anyone distracting us. We need to focus on finding Emily and Jack-"

"I know Hotch, but they're her parents. Elizabeth promised to stay out of our way as long as we keep her in the loop. She just wants to be here when we find her."

"And Patrick?"

J.J looked down at her feet and cleared her throat before speaking.

"He's not very happy and-"

"He's blaming it on me." Hotch finished. J.J's blue eyes locked with his dark brown ones and gave him a look that said he was right. Hotch shook his head. He already blamed himself, he didn't need another person putting him at fault too.

"Did you find anything that can help us?" J.J said, looking away and approaching Garcia. The red-head allowed the blonde to read the information they just found and watched her face fall.

"Do you think this has something to do with her abduction?"

"It makes sense. She's pregnant J.J. The UnSub could have kidnapped her before hand, but decided to take action in her last trimester. Revenge could be the UnSub's motive."

"So Jack has nothing to do with this? Why would they take him then?"

"Jack is Emily's weakness. The UnSub is probably using him as a tactic to get what they want."

"What's going to happen to them? What does the UnSub want from Emily?" Garcia questioned. The two SSA's looked at each other than back at the red-head.

"Don't do that to me, dammit! Just say it."

Strauss, who was overhearing their conversation, got up and approached them.

"I believe she asked you a question, Aaron." she said, eyeing him. Garcia continued to wait for a response as Hotch let out a heavy sigh. After a few seconds, he finally delivered an answer.

"Our baby."

Garcia's eyes widened in horror as Strauss dropped her gaze to the leopard-tiled floor.

Emily's heart raced a mile a minute as Jack's screams became louder. John, who was still on the floor and holding his wound in pain, looked up at her angrily.

"You told him to do this, didn't you?!" he shouted as the hole in his lower back continued to gush with endless amounts of blood. He continued to yell at her, making the brunette flinch in the process.

"John, please, I'm so sorry but you can't hurt him. You can't let your partner hurt him, John! He was just trying to protect me." Emily pleaded as her eyes became glossy.

"No! Stop, please... I'm sorry! EMZYYYYYYY!" the boy screamed from above as Emily felt her heart practically beat out of her chest. She needed to think of a way to help save her stepson and she needed to think fast.

"Tell me the truth first, you selfish bitch! Did you tell him to do this?!" John asked once more, finally gaining the strength to stand. Emily thought for a second and realized the only way she could get Jack out of this was if she lied.

The only question that seemed to swirl in her mind was what toll would she and her unborn son have to take for this 'lie'?

"Yes. I told him to do it."

John froze and stared at her for a moment. He walked towards her as Emily took a deep breath and awaited her punishment.

"Did you really think that would benefit you in any way?" he said, his tone low and cold.

"Make him stop, John. He's only seven years old, your partner could kill him!" the SSA emphasized. John gave her one last look before walking to the stairs and forcing himself up every step. When he finally reached the top, Emily let some of her tears go. She wasn't one to cry, she honestly hated it, but she felt so useless and vulnerable. There was never a time when she wasn't able to save herself, or another person from danger. She was always the hero, the one who came to someone's rescue. In this very moment, while she sat in the old wooden chair, she was far from being a hero.

She was nothing but a failure. A useless and vulnerable failure.

A/N: More Jack and Emily in the next chapter. You'll finally find out the damage John's partner has done... Review?