A/N Another one shot in this series. Sorry it took a while, but since this was a series of one shots I decided to focus on my other stories first:)

Now, enjoy!

Slowly she began to come to with not much memory of when she had fallen asleep. A quiet moan escaped her lips as her whole body shivered violently, taking in the unexpected cold. It wasn't until her senses cleared that she understood where the sudden cold came from. She was wet, lying in freezing cold water. Had she fallen asleep in the bath? It wouldn't be the first time... That wasn't right… Her entire body wasn't covered with water and she wasn't naked. No, she was in her underwear.

Exhaling a shaky breath, she tried to sit up and although her muscles complained, she managed to complete her task. Now she could feel that she was sitting in a puddle, but she hadn't managed to get her eyes open yet so she couldn't see if she actually was. She had tried to open them, but a blinding light kept her from completing the action.

Sighing, she put a cold hand to shield herself from whatever light was blinding her and once her eyes adjusted to the sight of her hand, she slowly removed it. A bright spotlight was shining right at her. On shaky legs, she stood up and walked towards the lamp; she wanted to turn the light off, but couldn't get far. Her left hand connected with a window just in front of her, keeping her away from the light.

Quickly turning around, she took in her surroundings. There were windows – glass. The fact that ice cold water was now covering her feet had almost entirely escaped her mind. Unwanted panic begun to set in when she realized she was trapped in a glass box that was just big enough for her to lie down, and that water was rising by the minute.

Her fists slammed against the glass, as her voice erupted from her lungs.

"Help! Is anyone there?"

No answer. She tried again, but - once again - no one answered.

"Fuck," she murmured to herself, looking down at the water - now halfway up her shins. If it continued like this, she knew she wouldn't see the sun again.

Breathing heavily, she tried to figure out how she could possibly get the hell out of there. She looked up, narrowing her eyes. Maybe when the water got high enough, she would be able to get out from the top of the glass box, unless she died from the cold first. Chills crept up her spine; she could barely feel her feet anymore because of the cold. No, she couldn't wait for the water to rise before getting out of there.

Emily backed away from the glass and threw her body into the hard surface, grimacing as her arm screamed out in pain.

The water was now past her knees and halfway up her thighs as her body hit the glass a second time, hoping to break it, but getting nowhere. Emily wouldn't give up though. A few more times she threw herself against the glass, but after no results she decided it was useless.

She shook her head, knowing it was pointless to try and find a way out. How did she even get here? Her mind refused to remember what had happened. She knew they were on a case and had been busy tracking down an Unsub. Clenching her eyes, she tried to remember. Hotch had sent her with Morgan to a suspect's house and together they had entered the house, but they had split up. That was the last thing she could remember. She found herself a bit relieved… If it was that suspect who had taken her off guard and trapped her in here, then Morgan would know she was missing and who had taken her.

The water reached her chest now, and she stood on her tip toes to keep the water from reaching her chin. Her teeth were chattering violently and the reflection of herself in the window told her that her lips had turned a light shade of blue. If they knew who had her, they'd better hurry the hell up and get here.

The water was still rising and her feet would soon have to lift from the floor to keep her above the surface. It seemed like the water was rising substantially quicker than before and looking up, she noticed how close she was from the top of the box. She couldn't just sit around and wait for this to happen.

Taking a deep breath, she let herself sink under the surface and struggled to swim down to the bottom. Her ears picked up the sound of water flowing and she managed to follow it to where the water was entering the box. She put her hand against it, hoping she could buy her team some time to find her.

She knew she needed to come up for air soon, but she refused to take her hands away.

When her air was all out, she hurried up and took a deep breath from the small space left between the glass and the water surface. After a quick intake of breath she swam down again and put her hands back in their place.

Her hot tears warmed the water around her when she realized that this really was the end. She wasn't afraid of death, but there were so many things she didn't get to do… so many things that needed to be said to her only family. She wanted them to know how important they were to her and how much she loved them.

She could so clearly hear Morgan's voice in her head, followed by JJ's. The voices only got louder and louder and, somehow, she almost felt safe. When a loud bang reached her ears, she was snapped out of her thoughts and realized that the voices hadn't been a fidget of her imagination! They were here! Morgan and JJ were actually here!

Emily's tears finally fell at the sight of them and quickly she swam up to get more air, only to find the box completely filled.

Swimming down again she met Morgan's eyes and he yelled for her to swim to the side. Emily knew why when she saw JJ raise her gun and fire one, two, three shots into the glass that refused to break. Bulletproof glass... She had to hand it to the Unsub, he was smart.

She could see the distress on Morgan's face as he banged and kicked on the glass to get it to break while JJ frantically tried to find something to break it with.

At first she wanted to help Morgan, throwing her exposed body against the glass as hard as she could, screaming a quiet scream through the water - until she accidentally swallowed some water and erupted into a coughing fit. That's when she stopped trying to help him, because if she continued to panic like that she would waste her air and die a lot faster.

It was harder to keep her eyes open, the cold biting every part of her body, and the lack of air was slowly reaching her brain. Emily grew more and more tired, but knew that if she closed her eyes for just one second she'd be gone forever. Reading Morgan's lips, she knew he was telling her the same thing she was telling herself: to keep her eyes open, to stay with him. The water did sting a little but she could handle it.

It felt like an eternity had passed when she finally decided she really couldn't do it anymore - when she realized all she wanted was to sleep. Emily mouthed 'I'm sorry' to her partner in crime, because there really wasn't anything more she could do. She had let him down. As soon as she closed her eyes she started to drift away. Slowly… Slowly… Until the last ounce of heat left her body and she emptied her lungs of their last breath.

Morgan saw Emily's body go limp in the water as her eyes closed.

"JJ hurry, we're losing her!" Morgan shouted and heard glass shattering from the other room.

JJ sprinted back with a large axe in her hand which she handed to Morgan. The older man immediately swung the axe and let it connect with the glass, away from where Emily's lifeless body floated. One... Two... Three hits... And then a loud crash sounded as the glass shattered. Water flowed out around them and Emily's pale, battered body fell limp to the ground. Morgan threw the axe to the side and ran to Emily's side, picking her up and cradling her as he sprinted to the other room away from the water.

"Are the medics on their way?" Morgan asked frantically.

"Yes, they should be here any minute now," JJ assured him.
Morgan only half listened to JJ's answer as he started to pump Emily's exposed chest and blow air into her lungs, watching as her chest effectively rose.

Three times he did this before two guys ran inside the building and asked Morgan to step away. Reluctantly he agreed and stood by JJ's side, watching as one of the medics placed a mask over Emily's mouth and started pumping air into her lungs as the other one pumped her chest just like Morgan had done.
Both Morgan and JJ watched in horror as the two men tried to resurrect their friend.

When Morgan thought he had lost his partner a loud cough echoed through the room.

"She's alive!" one of the men shouted, lifting Emily up onto the gurney, covering her up with blankets and rolling her out of the room.

Morgan had already decided that he wanted to ride with his partner in the ambulance and JJ knew better than to try stop him. Getting into the ambulance, Morgan took Emily's cold hand and squeezed it. He was surprised that Emily was awake enough to turn to Derek and that she found her voice quickly.

"Did you get him?" she wondered, her voice unbelievably clear.

"Yes, we did. He will never walk as a free man again," Morgan reassured her.

"Good," Emily said with a sigh, "Thank you for finding me. I knew you would."

"We never gave up," Morgan smiled and she feebly matched it.

"I'm cold," she admitted sheepishly, looking to Morgan and before he could answer, she interrupted him. "I love you, you know that right? And whatever happens, it isn't your fault."

"I love you too, Princess, but what are you talking about?" He was growing concerned now.

"I'm sorry for leaving you. I tried, I really did, but I couldn't do it."

"Shh, Emily, you don't know what you're saying. You're fine."

"No I'm not. Please don't be sad, okay? There was nothing more you could do."

"Emily…"

Emily interrupted him again.

"Morgan..." She cried. "Morgan... Morgan..."

It wasn't Emily's voice anymore. It was JJ's and suddenly his surrounding changed from the ambulance back to the warehouse where his friend was lying lifeless on the ground.

"We lost her," JJ sobbed when Morgan finally looked at her.

Morgan's eyes flickered between JJ and Emily, trying to understand what was happening. Tears were rolling down JJ's cheeks and, looking at her now, he knew what had just happened. It was true. The medics had stopped trying to get Emily to wake up and the next words leaving the taller paramedics' mouth was all it took for Morgan's whole world to come crashing down:

"Time of death: 8.46 pm."

A/N I don't know if you have noticed a pattern here lol;) I hope you... Ehrm... Liked this one-shot. Please let me know what you think and feel free to DM me if you have any ideas for a one-shot:)