The familiar splintering of wood rang through Emily’s ears, following by the even more familiar call out of “FBI!” as the team stormed into the house. Her footsteps were quiet and determined as she strategically searched, the team splitting up into different rooms.

They’d tracked this unsub for a month now, learned everything about him. What he wore, how he worked, what he ate for breakfast everyday. They were confident he was there, Garcia’s surveillance having confirmed it.

Emily’s ears picked up on the team shouting out as they cleared each room as she went upstairs, her gun held firmly. Her eyes were focused as she opened a door, poking her head in.

This…was not something they had found in their surveillance. How, Emily had zero idea. But standing in that room was a child. Emily’s eyes widened, her mouth slightly agape as a moment of shock overtook her.