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It had taken only minutes for the 4 agents to slap down some money to pay for their drinks and head out to the SUV that they had all traveled in. Emily, feeling a sense of extreme urgency, ran towards the driver's seat and looked around for whoever had the keys.

"Hey, Prentiss. Why don't you let me drive? Ya know in case she calls back" Derek suggested, knowing the brunette was way too wired to be able to drive safely.

Emily looked at him and sighed with a nod. She ran to the other side of the car and got into the passenger's seat while Garcia and JJ got in the back and Derek climbed into the driver's seat and quickly started the engine.

"Garcia, phone." Emily called out as she turned slightly in her seat.

The technical analyst wasted no time in handing over the device.

Emily looked at the phone for a moment. "Ok. Take a left up here and get onto 286." She yelled out, unaware that the three other agents were staring at her. The brunette looked up when she didn't feel the car moving and crinkled her forehead in confusion at her co-workers. "Come on! We need to go!"

"Don't you think we need to let Hotch and Rossi know about this?" JJ started gently, knowing her friend wasn't thinking clearly.

"What? Why?"

"It's a 4 hour drive. What if we get a call? They would be 4 agents short." Garcia replied.

Emily's head fell back and hit the seat as she tried to stop tears from falling. "I know we know nothing about this girl, but if you could have heard the panic and fear in her voice..." Her own voice trailed off.

Taking a deep breath, she continued. "She had my personal cell number. I can't even remember the last person who I gave that to." She finished, looking at her friends. "We have to go. I have to go."

Derek nodded as he began to pull out of a parking space. "JJ, call Hotch. Maybe we can use the jet. That would cut our time down to under an hour."

Emily nodded her head as well, a silent thank you to the others. She didn't know why, but she knew that this was one call she couldn't ignore.

It had taken only seconds for JJ to get her boss on the phone and explain the situation.

She eyed Emily as Derek drove, knowing they would soon have to turn to go back towards the office, or go straight to continue towards the address. She needed an answer quickly.

"JJ? What is he saying?" Emily asked quickly, trying to contain any emotions threatening to spill.

"Yeah I know, Hotch, but if we have the jet and we need to get somewhere, we can leave from there." She explained, then glancing up at her friend, who was looking from her phone to the road repeatedly. "Em has a feeling about this one. And I think she's gonna go with or without us." She added in a whisper.

Nodding at the response, she pulled the phone away from her mouth as to talk to the other people in the car. "Hotch wants us all on the jet." She explained before turning her attention back towards the phone. "Yes, sir. We're on our way." She concluded as she ended the call.

"We can use the jet?" Emily asked, turning her body as much as possible to face the blonde.

JJ nodded. "He said we could get away with it seeing as it is most likely a case, but if we get a call while we are there, the rest of us have to leave." She explained.

Emily nodded, but didn't reply. She turned back around in her seat and looked down at her phone. She debated calling the number back, but she didn't know if the girl was hiding or was even around the phone anymore. She prayed that the girl would call again on her own.

"Thank you so much, Hotch. I seriously owe you. I mean I know it's not an official case or anything but-"

"Emily." Hotch cut off the brunette who had begun rambling the second she boarded the jet. "It's fine. But you need to tell us everything you know about this girl on our way." He instructed as the 3 other agents also boarded the jet.

"Garcia."

"Sir?"

"Do you have your laptop with you?" He asked.

Smiling, she patted her bag. "I never leave home without my baby." She replied.

Hotch nodded in response. "Good. I want you with us."

The analyst nodded her head and quickly sat down at one of the tables and pulled out the computer, knowing her boss would want her to do some digging quickly.

The jet took off quickly, and as soon as they were given the green light, the agents got to work.

"OK. I'm gonna pull up that address and phone number on my laptop." Garcia said as she quickly began typing.

"Good. Now, Prentiss, tell me everything you heard on the phone." He said as he turned towards her, an even more serious look on his face than usual.

Emily shrugged her shoulders. "I dono she was just all over the place. Talking to me and then as if she forgot that I was on the line with her." She said quickly.

"Come on, Prentiss. What about the background? What else did you hear?" Morgan asked, knowing his friend hated being treated like a victim- being asked to recall every detail.

"Seriously! Nothing! Like when she wasn't talking, I heard nothing. Not even the sound of like a fan or a car or anything. She seemed completely alone."

"What about the girl?" Rossi asked, leaning in to hear better.

"Uhh her name is Rylee. Didn't get a last name. And she seemed I dono maybe 11 or 12. Her voice was just so panicked. Nothing about it was familiar." She admitted, shaking her head in frustration.

"You said she seemed all over the place." Reid interjected. "What was she saying?"

Emily sighed again as she tried to recall everything the girl said. "Uhh well she started out by asking if I was Emily. And she told me they told her to call this number if anything happened." She licked her lips as she continued to think. "Oh! She started to freak out when I asked her if she called the police. She said something about them telling her not to."

"Who is they?" Rossi asked.

"I dono. She didn't answer that question. Thats when she started calling out for her mom and dad. She said they weren't moving." She recalled. "I asked her if she was safe and she told me she was."

Reid nodded.

"After she told me her address, I think she may have dropped her phone or something because her voice seemed far off and she was crying out for her parents." Emily continued, biting her lip as she remembered the heart-wrenching sobs from the girl.

"Garcia? Anything?" Hotch asked as the team looked towards the blonde, who was furiously working on her computer.

Without looking up, she began to talk. "Number tracked to the address given. Belongs to a John and Lydia Hollis. Daughter Rylee Hollis. No priors for either parent. Rylee is a 5th grader at Carbor Elementary." She signed as she looked up. "They're a typically normal family." She concluded.

The jet was quiet for a moment as each member tried to think of how to proceed next.

"Prentiss, she didn't say anything about how her parents got hurt?" Morgan asked, though he was sure he knew the answer.

"No. She wouldn't answer my questions. It was almost as if she was thinking straight when she called, but whatever she was looking at or whatever I was talking to her about caused her to zone out and ignore my questions. And I didn't want to call the police out there because she almost lost it when I told her I was going to talk to Garcia and she thought she was a cop." Emily added.

Hotch took in all of the information he was given- which was close to nothing. "OK. Garcia, pull up the local police number in that area." He said before holding up his hand as Prentiss began to protest. "I just want them to be aware of the information we were given. I don't want them to be blind sighted if we do end up going to them for help." He explained.

Emily nodded in understanding. She knew there were regulations and she didn't want to get anyone in trouble.

The brunette sat in silence for the rest of the half hour flight as she racked her brain for any sort of connection to that address, that name, that voice, anything. However, as she was shaken out of her thoughts at the feeling of the plane descending, she had gotten no closer than she was when she first got on.

The profiler sighed in frustration as she grabbed her purse- the only thing she had with her while they were out- and the go bag that was for emergencies that she kept on the plane, and followed her co workers towards the exit, hoping that they would find some answers soon.