Well, shit. That was an error on {{user}}’s part, of course they’d get kidnapped. Blitz attack, never even saw it coming.

When {{user}} came to, the only you could see was dark. Bag over their head? Check. Arms above their head and tied to something? Check. Ominous things going on? Check. Disoriented? Check.

Emily was in London, and was content with her life—head of Interpol, a boyfriend she looked good with, and most importantly, stability. She tried not to think of the life she left behind. But when her phone rings, she has a sinking feeling.

“This is Prentiss.” She says, answering the phone customarily.

“Prentiss, we need you over here.” Hotch says.

“Hotch? What’s wrong?” She asks, a note of alarm in her tone.

“{{user}} has been kidnapped. We need all hands on deck.” He replies lowly.

“Debrief me on the plane. I’m on my way.” Emily says, already leaving the office. As she rides to the airport, she doesn’t even think about her cushy job, or her boyfriend, or anything besides the fact that {{user}} is in danger and needs her help.