A/N: Hello you! Here I am with another one :)
Before anyone say anything, I didn't forget Undercover Operation. You guess will notice that I marked the fic as Complete... I won't post it there anymore because I think the title doesn't work anymore, but I'm already working on a sequel and it'll be up soon.
This new thing was on my head bugging me for a long time, but ever since I try to work on Oblivion and TTCL at the same time and almost went insane with the pressure I decided that I won't work on two big fics at the same time anymore. It's too much, I wouldn't have the time and you guys would be pissed with me for my lack of updates. So, now that I finished We Had It All, I can start working properly on this.
I'd like to advise you guys, this fic it's a lot dark and angst and our favorite couple will be put in pretty bad situations... You'll see it from the first chapter. There's kidnapping, psychological torture, forced sex (not exactly rape) and a lot of emotional scars. Of course there'll be also some romance and hurt/confort between them.
It's my first time writing something so deep and dark so, please, take it easy. I'm already working on the next chapter and it'll be up soon (depending on the feedback from this). I sincerely hope you guys like it. And it's still unbeta'd.
Disclaimer: I don't own CM.
Chapter 1: Impossible Decisions
Hotch blinked one, two, three times when he opened his eyes, trying to focus on his surroundings. He could feel his head ponding and his vision was a little blurry. The smell of blood and sweat filled the room and he groaned at the ache on his back when he tried to straighten himself. He tried to remember what had brought him to his place but his pounding head was confused and he couldn't recollect what had happened. He heard a groan and turned his head to his right to see who was with him.
The sight of his dark-haired colleague laying on the dirty floor, with her arms handcuffed to an iron bar behind her head, made his stomach tremble. "Prentiss?" His voice was scratch and his throat ached with the dryness.
"H-Hotch?" She cracked, turning her head to the sight and trying to focus her blurry eyes on him. "W-what h-happened?" She asked.
He shook his head but immediately regretted the movement when his stomach protested and the taste of vomit filled his mouth. He breathed deeply for a few seconds to regain composure before trying speaking again. "I-I don't know… what do you remember?"
Emily narrowed her eyes trying to remember what had happened. "We… we went to the newest dumpsite… we were working on that case in Ely…" She said with a low voice. Her breathing was elaborated and he could see that she was in deep pain. He frowned when he finally noticed that he didn't have any restrains like her. He crawled to her side and tried to work on the handcuffs but they were too tight. He tried to find something to use on the lock when a raspy voice spoke through the speakers he hadn't noticed yet on the wall.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Agent Hotchner…" He looked at the speaker. "Do you see the little slit on the wall right behind your friend's head?" The voice asked and Hotch localized the small opening on the wall, under the bar and exactly directed where Emily's head was. He could see other openings through all the four walls on the room too. "Well, if you try to open the handcuffs, or even scratch them, this will happen…" The voice said and Hotch couldn't contain his gasp of horror when a metal rod emerged from the wall right from another slit beside her head. "Did you get the picture, Agent Hotchner? Unless you want Agent Prentiss on a stick for dinner tonight, I'd suggest you to leave her handcuffs alone…"
"Okay, I got it…" He said tightly. He looked at Emily and could see her frightened eyes looking back at him and cursed himself for his inability to help her. "What do you want from us? Why did you bring us here?" He asked looking to the speaker. There weren't any doors or windows in the room, saved by a little metal opening in the same wall of the speakers. He noticed that there was a small red light in the top of the speaker, probably from a small camera.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk… you would think that capturing two federal agents I would escape from the dumb questions… 'Why are you doing this to us?' 'What do you want?'… That's just so boring, agents… isn't that obvious? I just want to have a little fun…" The voice said in a mocking tone. "But before that, you two need a little substance…" There was a loud click and then a tray was being pushed through the small opening before it clicked shut again. "Agent Hotchner, I'll trust you to feed your partner… there's also some bandages and a few baby wipes for you to clean up a little bit…" Hotch eyed Emily warily and hesitated to take the supplies and food. "I'd advise you to eat… you two were unconscious for nine hours… your body will need strength for what I planned…" He said with a creepy chuckle. "Don't worry. Nothing is poisoned or drugged. You guys are no good for me death…" There was another chuckle and then silence.
The agents looked at the tray for a few minutes, trying to resist the urge to take anything, but soon enough their bruised bodies asked for food and care. "H-Hotch?" Emily called him. "I… I need water…" She said with a small voice and he sighed, knowing that she was right, they needed water and food. He took the tray and looked at the contents. There was four bottles of water, apparently still sealed, two big chicken sandwiches, a small package of crackers and two bottles of Tropicana. There was also a paper bag with a few bandages, Band-Aids, baby wipes and even some Advil.
"That's really creepy…" He said quietly after digging into the bag. He quickly shook his head and started to take care of his partner. He could see her fair skin a few shades whiter and her eyes had dark circles, showing how much exhausted she was. There were a few cuts on her cheeks and on the corner of her lips. Her light green shirt was scratched and dirty and her brown trousers were all crinkled.
He opened one of the bottles of water and held her head up while helped her to drink. She drank the whole bottle in record time but a little spilled on her chin, neck and shirt. Hotch cleaned her damp skin carefully with his hand and then opened other bottle to drink it himself. He asked Emily if she wanted more and when she denied he just picked one of the sandwiches and gave it to her, holding it to her mouth while she took a bite. He helped her to keep her head steady while they shared both sandwiches, surprised by their hunger. He opened a bottle of juice and shared it with her, saving the other two bottles of water, the crackers and the other juice for later, since they didn't know when they would get more food.
After they were satiated Hotch took the bag and grabbed a few baby wipes to clean up some of the dirty and dry blood on them. "Okay… I'll have to touch your arms and raise your shirt a little bit to take a look and clean up a little…" He told her and she nodded at him. He then, carefully, used the wipes on her forehead, cleaning the blood on the cuts on her cheek and then cleaning her neck and some of her ample cleavage. He tried his best to not look at her but her elaborated breathing didn't help him to not notice her very detectable chest. He used more wipes on her arms and hands and then lifted her shirt to clean a few scratches on her belly.
After he was finished with her he used a few wipes on himself, cleaning his face, neck and hands and undoing his cuffs to roll up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows. Both opted to not take the Advil, not wanting to take any drugs, even the light ones.
"What do you think he'll do?" Emily asked quietly after some time with just silence.
Hotch sighed heavily, resting his head on the wall. "I don't know… we do know what he did with the other couples, though…" He pointed and she nodded slowly.
The team was working on this case in Ely, Nevada, for the last two weeks. Their unsub had already kidnapped two couples in the last four weeks. He kept them captive for five days and then dumped the bodies in abandoned buildings. The cause of death had been a single stab on their heads, caused by a sharp object. Now they knew what the object was. There weren't any other severe injuries, just a few cuts and scratches along the bodies. The victims had been well fed and hydrated and there was no sign of sexual abuse, although there was semen found on the women, the coroner said the act was consensual and the DNA matched with their partners, so it'd probably happened before the abduction.
Hotch and Emily had gone to the newest dumpsite to check for leads when they were ambushed by the unsub. Since he said they had been unconscious for at least nine hours Hotch was calculating that it must been pass midnight, so the team was definitely already looking for them.
He remembered that Reid was pretty focused on the geographical profiler when they left and Garcia was digging into the possible connections between the two couples so he had faith on his team to find them in time. Until then though, he could only wait to see what it was this bastard's game and take care of Emily. He had a pretty bad feeling about the reason why he was free of restrains but he didn't want to add any stress to the situation with his speculations.
The time passed and Hotch started to feel a little agitated. He absolutely hated no being on control and the guy had taken even his watch off, along with his badge, cellphone, Glock and back-up, not that he was waiting less than that. He stood up and started to pace around the room, looking for something, anything that could help them to get out of there.
"What are you thinking about?" Emily's quiet voice startled him in the silence of the room.
"That the team must be going nuts after us right now…" He answered her and she nodded with a small smile. "How are you feeling?" He asked, kneeling down by her side.
"My arms and my back are aching…" She said shifting a little bit.
"Can I do anything?" He asked helplessly.
"No… I don't want the pills and you can take the cuffs off…" She said with a shrug.
"I still can't understand why he's keeping you restrained and me free. The most logical thing would be the other way around…" He said sighing.
"Now, there's an intelligent question, Agent Hotchner…" Came the voice again through the speakers. "Now that my guests are well fed and clean we can start our little fun…" He said with a voice that sent shivers to both agents.
"What do you want?" Hotch asked angrily.
"Agent Hotchner, I will now present three options for you to proceed. First, I'd like to emphasize that I'm a guy who cherishes reciprocity… I can't enjoy myself if I don't see my beloved guests enjoying themselves too…" He said and Hotch frowned, not liking the implication. "That said, here are your three options, agent. Number one: you'll give your lovely friend some loving time, if you know what I mean. I'm talking about the whole act, I will know if you guys are faking. You'll have to take all her clothes and yours too and I want to see you showing her what a man is made for…" He said and Hotch gaped at him.
"You're insane…" He said shaking his head.
"Now that's a little harsh, Agent Hotchner". He said with a reproving voice. "I guess now is when I show you your other options… number two: I will knock you unconscious, and believe me, I can do it from here, and then I'll go inside and have a little fun of my own with Agent Prentiss… trust me, there's a lot of things I'm dying to do with her…" He said with a needy voice and Hotch said Emily's eyes widening with fear.
"No way in hell. You won't touch her…" Hotch growled.
"Well, then it just leaves us with option three. I'll press my little button here and we both will have Agent Prentiss's head on a stick for breakfast…" He said and then chuckled at the look of horror in both agents' faces. "So, Agent Hotchner, what will be? You have thirty seconds to decide…" He said and then there was silence again.
Hotch looked at Emily with helpless eyes and his heart dropped at the sight of her eyes filled with tears. "Please, don't let him touch me…" She begged with a broken voice and Hotch sighed heavily, burying his head on his hands, cursing the unsub for putting him in this situation. He couldn't do that. He couldn't do that to her. How was he supposed to look at her after that? How was he supposed to face her after violating her in such level? He couldn't do it. He couldn't.
"So, Agent Hotchner, time's up. What will be?" The voice asked and Hotch breathed deeply, taking one last look on Emily's frightened face before answering.
"I'll do it…"
A/N: I warned you. So... should I go on? Please, reviews will make me write this, otherwise I'll just let it go. I'm really nervous about this.
