you need not call the devil. He comes without calling

After hearing Emily's confession, both Hotch and Rossi looked expectantly at Garcia who promptly began to typing madly.

"Checking Interpol database now, sir... And... I have one hit!" The group gathered close around the small computer screen which contained the techie. JJ resting a hand on her hips to calm her, And Reid tapping his foot nervously. "Emily Prentiss, only child of Ambassador Prentiss. Not married, no children, been an Interpol agent for eight years she joined right outa college..." She trailed off uncertainly.

"What does she specialize in? Which country was she originally posted in for this assignment or were is she normally posted?" Hotch fired off rapidly.

"that's it sir. the rest of her file has either been deleted or never existed." A few seconds passed in silence as everyone digested this information.

"That might suggest she works deep undercover." Suggested Rossi

"Or that she's gone rogue." Blurted out Reid. "Historically," he continued eagerly, "agencies have deleted info of agents who go rogue to prevent them from being blamed for any damages or deaths which the agents caus, since they trained them to be killing machines. Even the CIA has been..." He trailed off after receiving a raised eyebrow from Hotch. "Or she probably specializes in deep cover."

"Garcia, I need you to see of you can dig up anything else on her," Hotch instructed before turning to the rest of his team. "We need to assume that Cyrus is dealing weapons like Prentis said. We need to warn the SWAT team that they might have military grade weapons, and we won't be able to run them out of ammunition."

"We know that this definitely reduces the chances of him surrendering to almost nonexistent. We know why he kept agent Prentiss alive. He wants to know what we know, how much trouble he's in." Rossi noted bleakly. Silence. They knew it was true.

"Inform SWAT then. We're going to have to go in tonight."

...

The sound of the door slamming closed jarred Emily awake. Blinking blearily, three figures came into focus: Morgan, Cyrus' right hand flunky, and the head honcho hisself. None of them looked happy.

sizing up the situation, she decided her best course of action would be to piss him off. Sounds silly, but he was prideful, therefore would be apt to blab when angry.

"Back for round two?" She asked wryly. Three glares were her only answer. She met eyes with Cyrus as he slowly approached her. He crouched in front of her, looking her in the eyes for a few moments before speaking.

"I just have a few questions for you." He forcefully grabbed her chin and tilted her head to the side, examining the bruises he had given her. "I need you to not lie to me."

"Aye-ay Captain." he tightened his hold on her before dropping her face in disgust.

"Why is the FBI investigating my ranch? We're peaceful people here." This elicited a snort from Emily.

"Peaceful?" the slap resounded around the room. Morgan's fingernails were digging into his palms, he was shaking, physically shaking, with suppressed rage as he watched Emily slowly right herself in the chair. "Case and point." A punch to the ribs left her wheezing.

"Learn. Your. Place." Hissed Cyrus, completely enraged. He took a few deep breaths, attempting to calm himself. "Why is the FBI investigating me?"

"They're extremely interested in your solar panels." A strangled gasp escaped from Morgan at her comment. "They wonder if-"

Cyrus gripped her neck with both hands. "Why are you here!?" She was beginning to see stars. "To get you... To release... The women and children... And anyone else who wants to leave." At this Cyrus released her, smirking.

"They won't leave me. I won't let them." Emily's strangled breaths filled the silence as Morgan and the cronie waited for Cyrus next move. "I don't think you're going to tell me." A Glare was his only answer. "So you can wait here. Perhaps you will be saved when The Lord comes for us." With that he stormed out. Morgan exchanged a wearly glance with Emily.

Cyrus wasn't planning in letting anyone out alive.

they needed to get the people out. Tonight.