"I was born with the devil in me. I could not help the fact that I was a murderer, no more than the poet can help the inspiration to sing."

Dr. H. H. Holmes

Confession

1896

The Nightmare before Christmas

The snow was lightly coming down, making small spots on the already snow covered ground. The moon was out lighting up the trees and parking lot that surrounded the BAU. All the lights in the bullpen were out, except for the security lights and the one at Prentiss' desk. She was finishing up her last report, not wanting to do over the weekend or on Monday. When she crossed her last 'T' and dotted her last 'I' she closed the manila folder and placed it with the rest. She grabbed her coat and purse and headed towards the elevator.

Christmas was in three weeks and everyone was prying that they wouldn't get a case. Emily didn't really care if they did or not but she knew it met a lot to everyone else. JJ had a family, Hotch had a son, Reid had his mother, Morgan had Chicago, Garcia had friends, and Rossi liked being alone. Emily did have her mother but that was already out of the question. She was just going to do what she did every year. Sit in front of the TV with a glass of wine and watch movies all day, and she was just fine with that.

She was almost to her car and hadn't heard the man come up from behind her. He threw a burlap bag over her had and drug her back to his car. He tossed her in the truck and sped off into the night.

The next morning:

Reid pulled up to the BAU realizing he had left some paper work yesterday evening. About to walk in he saw a purse and a pair of keys on the ground. He recognized the purse; he had seen it on the back of Emily's chair. He looked a little further and saw that her car was still there. This was not good. He pulled out his phone and called Hotch.

"Hello?"

"Hey Hotch, I know it's early but it's important."

"What is it?"

"I think Emily has been taken."

"Taken?"

"I think she was kidnapped,"

"What makes you so sure?"

"I found her purse and keys in the parking lot and her car is still here."

"Ok I will be right here, and call the rest of the team."

"See you then," he said and hung up. He decided it would be best to leave Emily's stuff where it was for the moment.

*CM*

She woke up in a haze. She stared up at the ceiling and tried to focus in on the single light bulb that hung. She looked around the small room, and its bare walls. Emily looked down and noticed that her wrists and ankles were tied to the table she was lying on. There was a small, metal cage in the corner that was big enough for a large dog. Where was she? And how did she get here? The last thing she remembers was walking to her car and then it all went black. She heard a noise and looked up. A man in a pair of jeans and a light blue button down walked in. he was fairly skinny and looked as if he needed a shave.

"Ah Emily I'm glad you are awake," he smiled.

"Who are you, and what do you want?"

"My name's Jim and I want you," he said frowning. "Enough chit-chat, shall we get started?" he asked unzipping his pants.

*CM*

"How could this have happened?" Morgan demanded. "This is the BAU; we're supposed to feel safe here."

"The BAU after hours," Rossi clarified.

"Guys I got the security cameras," Garcia pitched in. Everyone gathered around her laptop and watched as she hit play. "Ok so here she is leaving her desk. Here she is in the elevator, and here she is in the parking lot," Garcia said before she screamed. She saw the man put the bag over her head and drag her back. They watched as Emily kicked and swung her arms, before she was thrown in the back of his trunk.

"Garcia can you zoom in on his face?" JJ asked.

"Hold on….. Here."

"What's up with his mask?" Reid asked.

"Half black, half white," JJ said.

"If he's done this before than someone knows about the mask," Hotch said.

"Can you get a plate?" Morgan asked.

"I can get a parcel. The last two digits are too blurry, but I'll do what I can do," Garcia said as she began typing away.

*CM*

Emily's eyes grew bigger and bigger. "No, no, no, please no."

"Yes," he said undoing her pants. When he got them off he tossed them aside. He pulled out a knife and cut her sweater off. He stood back and enjoyed the view for a moment before pulling her underwear down and climbing on top of her.

"Please don't," she said but it was too late. She felt him thrust into her. She let out a small scream. It made her sick. She wanted to throw up just at the thought of him being inside her. She had never felt so much pain in her life. She closed her eyes tightly keeping the tears in, and waited for it to be over. His nails ran up and down her stomach ripping her skin. He squeezed her thighs so tight she thought the blood would stop flowing.

When he finished he zipped up his pants and pulled her underwear back up around her waist. "Well this was fun. I will be back later so we can pick up where we left off," he said leaving.

Pick up where they left off?! He was going to do it again? She was shaking and could feel the blood running down her leg. She had never felt so violated. She just wanted to go home, and see her friends. Her friends! The team, they must be looking for her. They would find her, she knew it. She just hoped they would find her soon.

Not long after he came back in with a black draw string bag. She could hear the sound of metal clicking as he set it down on her abdomen. "Lets see what we have here," he said reaching into the bag.

*CM*

"I know who the owner of the car is but I don't know how it can help us," Garcia said.

"What so you mean?" Morgan asked.

"Ok so this is what I found. The car belongs to a Jim Rodgers, and Mr. Rodgers reported his car missing a month ago."

"Great,"

"Any hits on the mask?" JJ asked.

"Yes sadly,"

Everyone feared the words that would come next.

"He's number one on the FBI's most wanted list down in sex crimes."

"What's his record?" Hotch asked.

"He's been accused of the kidnapping, rape, and murder of 17 women."

Morgan clinched his fist and slammed it down on the table. "Why the hell are we just now hearing about this guy now?!"

"They have never seen this guy except when he takes them and he is only reorganized by his mask. He doesn't have a type, he's all over the place," Garcia explained.

"We're going to need there help on this one," Hotch said.

"Hold on give me second," JJ said pulling out her cell and leaving the room.

*CM*

Jim pulled a small orange bottle, a water bottle, a knife, a cork screw, and two scalpels. "Let the fun begin," he said picking up the knife.