Hands were all over her. On her face, on her breasts, and on her butt. A blind fold was on her eyes. Duct tape kept her silent.
"When will we call him?"
"Soon, my brother," one of the men said,"we need to get him panicking first. Men, don't think straight when they're panicked."
"What will we do until then?"
One of the men picked her up, and placed her on somewhere soft. A bed. The blind fold was ripped off. Before she had a chance to analyze her surroundings, the tape was ripped off her mouth. A scream escaped her lips, as one of the men pinned her down. The other one grabbed her wrists and locked them inside the handcuffs on the headboard.
"Until then, we'll have some fun."
"Let me go," she said, while trying to sound confident.
" Oh, you're a bit of a brat," the older man said.
He leaned in to her ear and whispered," I like brats."
She tensed up, and turned her head away from him.
"You'll be sorry you ever laid a hand on me, when they find you," she said, quietly.
"Oh Penelope Garcia," the younger one laughed," did you think we'd forget that you're the FBI's protected little princess? They'll do whatever it takes to get you back."
"Now that our introduction is out of the way," the older man said," let's get a little more personal."
He placed a lock of hair behind her ear, and kissed her on the cheek. He reached for the hem of her skirt.
"To be fair," he said,"my little brother thought that the other two lady agents were much more attractive than you."
"They at least take care of themselves," the younger man argued," I wanted to take the other blonde. If we could get a hold of her son, she'd let us do whatever we wanted to her."
"You're disgusting," Garcia whispered.
"But she's closer to the target," the older brother reasoned," and after all-"
He lifted her blouse, and felt her breasts.
"A beautiful woman is a beautiful woman."
"Maybe she's sick," JJ said.
Morgan shook his head as they pulled into the parking lot of Garcia's apartment.
"She'd have called," he said," I have a bad feeling about this. Just keep your eyes open."
He got out of the car and walked into the building. JJ followed closely behind. Garcia's door was ajar. Morgan turned to JJ and signaled for her to follow him and stay quiet. They silently walked in. Morgan had a hand in his gun. JJ never even thought to bring hers. The place was a mess. Garcia was nowhere to be found.
"I'll call Hotch," JJ said," you stay here and see if there are any. clues to who did this."
JJ stepped outside, as Morgan tried understand hat happened. There was a broken plate in the kitchen, and a knife that had a little bit of blood on it. Morgan hoped it wasn't Garcia's. Suddenly, his phone rang. He was going to ignore it, but Garcia's picture flashed onto the screen.
"Baby Girl," Morgan answered," where are you?"
"Is that what you call her? I like that," a strange male voice said.
"Who the hell are you?"
"If you ever want to see her again, you will follow all of my instructions. Is that understood?"
"Let me talk to her," Morgan demanded.
"Is that understood?"
"Yes," Morgan said.
"I would let you talk to her, but she's so exhausted from all the fun we've been having-"
"Let me talk to her," Morgan repeated,"Prove to me that she's alive, or you get nothing."
"Okay, fine,"the man said, like a child," Let me see if your baby girl's awake."
A few seconds later, there was a sound.
"Derek," she sobbed.
"Baby Girl," he sighed with relief," don't worry I'm going to find you. Do you know where you are?"
"I'm at-"
She was interrupted by a slap across the face. She screamed out loud.
"You stupid Bitch! I told you not to say anything!"
The man got back on the phone.
" I'll call you later tonight. Don't ignore me."