Deadly research
Emily wakes up in a strange place with no memory of how she got there. A man claims that she volunteered to help him with his research. However Emily soon finds out that his research might break her completely. Can the team find her before it's too late? Do they even know she's been kidnapped?
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or any of the characters.
Story is set in season 7
Chapter one
A soft beeping noise made its way into her unconscious mind slowly waking up Emily. Was it her alarm clock? Was it time to go to work already? No, her alarm had a much more irritating sound. Her body, content with the conclusion that it didn't have to get up, slipped into the world of dreams once again.
But a little voice in the back of her head kept telling her that there was something wrong. The beeping sound didn't belong in her house. Neither did the complete silence between the beeping. Lazily Emily opened her eyes. Only to squeeze them shut immediately when she was met with a bright light. She pried her eyes open again and let them adjust to the lighting. The ceiling was white and two fluorescent lamps stared down at her.
Suddenly it clicked. The beeping noise, the silence, the white ceiling, the fact that she was clearly not in her own bedroom. Emily let out a groan and closed her eyes again. She was in a hospital. She hated those damn things. She probably hit her head again judging from the fact that she couldn't remember what happened.
"Alright, what happened this time?" she asked jokingly. Expecting a playful remark from Morgan that she shouldn't bump her head into everything she saw. Instead she was greeted by silence and of course the constant beeping. She frowned. If she was in a hospital, at least one of her teammates would be at her side. Opening her eyes again Emily checked her surroundings.
She was in a room with white walls and no windows. There were different machines lined up against the wall and she saw that she was indeed hooked up to a heartbeat monitor. Although the room looked like it belonged in a hospital. She was certain that that wasn't her location at the moment. She shivered. Looking down she saw that she was only wearing a white tank top and some shorts. Those weren't hers. She shivered at the thought of someone removing her clothing whilst she was unconscious. Emily also noticed thick leather straps binding her wrists and ankles to some sort of metal table. Not good, not good at all. She tried to pull her wrist out of her bounds but they wouldn't budge.
She was fully awake now. What had happened? Was she kidnapped? Did they drug her? Why wasn't she wearing her own clothes? What was going to happen to her? All questions that she didn't have answers to. Emily took a shaking breath. She needed to calm down. Pushing her fear aside, she began pulling at the cuffs again.
A sound caught her attention. She listened carefully. There it was again. It was louder this time. Footsteps. Someone was coming. She took in a deep breath. Don't be afraid. Whatever you do, don't let them see that you're afraid. A creek. Very close this time. She heard a lock being turned and slowly the door opened.
She made herself ready. She knew that she probably wasn't going to like what was going to happen very soon. The way she was left on the table made it clear that she wasn't there for a nice cup of tea. Maybe it was someone with a grudge against the BAU wanting his revenge. Images of previous cases and previous unsubs ran through her head. Many of them had a good reason to hate her team. But he or she had taken her. Why? Was it random? Did it just had to be one of the BAU team? Or was it something personal against her? Once again she cursed the fact that she couldn't remember anything.
A man stepped into the room she was being held. Emily studied him. He looked young. Late twenties, early thirties. Skinny, not strong at all. He couldn't have overpowered her, could he? Maybe he ambushed her. Stuck a drug filled syringe into her before she could react when she was walking home. But she did come home. She remembered putting her gun and badge away like she always did. Why couldn't she remember anything after that?
She hated that she had no answers. She didn't like to be the victim. It made her feel vulnerable and vulnerable was not something Emily Prentiss was used to. But she wasn't a victim. She was an FBI agent. She was strong and she could handle everything the son of a bitch would throw at her. A sudden rush of adrenaline shot through her body. It didn't matter who he was but she swore he was going to regret taking her.
He walked towards the table she was lying on. He looked at her and she looked back. Taunting him.
"Hello agent Prentiss. How are you feeling?"
His voice was sweet and he smiled kindly at her. She was confused. He sounded like he genuinely cared about her condition. Not someone who was about to take revenge.
"I'm a federal agent. I demand you to release me immediately."
Her tone firm, her voice not wavering for a second. She saw a flash of uncertainty in his eyes. It was a brief moment, but she was sure that she saw it right.
"I'm sorry agent Prentiss but you know I can't do that. You volunteered to help me with my research, remember?"
"I did not volunteer to be held against my will!"
She was angry now. She never volunteered to being kidnapped. No normal person would ever do that. He had to be crazy if he really believed that. Why would he even think that in the first place. She was certain that she had never met him. Or maybe she did. He had something familiar about him.
"You are not being held against you will. You gave me your permission, you signed the papers."
He was talking soothingly to her now. Like a parent who was talking to an unreasonable child. He had leaned closer into her and was stroking her hair. She had the urge to gag. Or to scream that he shouldn't touch her but she remained silent.
"Here, you see?"
He held up a piece of paper. Emily scanned it briefly and her eyes were drawn to the bottom of the paper. There, on a dotted line, was clearly her signature. Her eyes went wide. She couldn't have written that. But there was no doubt that that was her signature in her handwriting. Questions rose to the surface of her mind. Pushing them aside she focused on playing along for now.
"Then why am I restrained, doctor...?"
She guessed he was some sort of doctor because of the white coat he wore. Or he just pretended to be one. She carefully began trying to wriggle her right hand out of his restraint. If she got the chance she could overpower him easily. She wanted to be out of this place before she would find out what kind of research she 'volunteered' to help him with.
"Oh how rude of me. I am doctor Harrigan"
He stepped away from her and walked to a table by the wall. Emily tried to see what he was looking at. She could see some papers lying on the desk. Harrigan picked up some sort of file and started making some notes.
"You didn't answer my question. Why am I restrained?"
"I did not want you to hurt yourself. This is a new experience and a new place. I did not want you to be scared and maybe hurt yourself in the process. But I assure you agent Prentiss there is nothing to be afraid of."
Again that tone as if he was talking to a child. She was done with playing along. This man was clearly delusional. She could feel that the restraint on her wrist was getting looser. She smiled inwardly.
"My team will be looking for me and they will find you."
"I'm glad that you're thinking along. We wouldn't want your team to ruin the research, would we?"
Did he really think she would want her team to stay away?
"But don't worry. You already called one of your colleagues. Told her you were sick and couldn't come to work for a few days."
He was standing by her side again. Hovering over her.
"I called one of my teammates?" She asked sarcastic.
"Yes you did."
She laughed. That couldn't be true. He had to be lying. First with her coming willingly with him, then the signature and now saying that she lied to one of her colleagues about being sick.
"What is so funny?"
He sounded confused and a bit agitated.
"You're actually thinking I believe you when you tell me that I came with you willingly?"
She was trying to provoke him. Her wrist had slid out of the cuff. If he just stepped a little bit closer she was able to hit him square in the face.
"Oh I know what you're trying to do. You have gotten cold feet. But like I told you before there is nothing to be afraid of. You just have to be strong agent Prentiss."
His voice was kind again. Emily saw her opportunity when Harrigan stepped closer to stroke her hair. Her fist collided with his face and he fell down. Emily wasted no time and pulled at the buckles on the cuff of her other hand. She heard Harrigan groan. She had hoped that she had knocked him unconscious. She worked faster on the cuff. "Come on, come on, come on!" She muttered under her breath. Adrenaline rushed through her body. She felt her heart beating madly in her chest. Perfectly in sync with the heartbeat monitor.
Finally the cuff came loose. But the same moment she felt a little prick in her neck. She looked up in time to see Harrigan pushing the plunger of the syringe sending a transparent liquid into her body. She felt a cold substance travel its way through her body. Her muscles started to relax. All the adrenaline from a moment earlier vanished. Harrigan gently guided her body back on the table. Her mind screamed at her body to fight but it didn't matter. The drug slowly sending her into unconsciousness. The beeping reduced to a slow pace. Dark spots danced before her eyes. One last time she tried to fight it. However her eyes rolled back into her head. The last thing she heard send shivers down her spine.
"I didn't want to have to do that but you made me. Tomorrow we will begin with the first tests. Rest for now, you will need it…"
His voice wasn't kind anymore.
To be continued...
