PROLOGUE

How long had she been held in this place? There were no windows and the small room was eternally dark. For all she knew she'd only been here hours, but it felt like years. So far he'd beaten her several times, but he had not raped her. Yet, and it was a yet because she knew he would eventually. He'd rape her and then murder her like all the others.

She was curled up on the ground, her wrists chained to a stone pillar. The chains let her move for a few feet in either direction, but she hadn't done much moving since the first time he'd hurt her. In the beginning, she'd cried continually, never stopping, only getting worse. Now it seemed as if she had no more tears left to cry, and she was quiet.

It was cold on the stone floor, and her torn and bloody shorts and tank top did little to keep her warm. She shivered and her breath came out as fog in front of her face. She was afraid to move much, afraid she'd come across more of the broken glass that had been everywhere not long ago, afraid she'd do more damage to her already broken bones.

He had hurt her neck and head, too. Some of the worst injuries were from her trying to fight back, when she stil held on to hope that she'd live. She hadn't been thinking clearly then. It wasn't until after she'd been beaten the first time that she remembered the serial killer in the area. She'd given up all hope of getting out alive then.

When she heard the footsteps, she sat up and leaned her back against the pillar. She brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. As always, she wondered if this would be the time he would have his way with her and kill her. It wasn't the death she feared. If anything, she prayed for it.

When the stone door was pulled open she saw several men instead of the one she had been expecting. The unexpected light burned her eyes, and she hid them. The next thing she knew, someone was kneeling next to her, gently undoing her chains.

"Amy O'hara? My name is Dr. Spencer Reid, I'm with the FBI. I'm going to get you out of here," the man told her. She didn't even consider the possibility of a trick. As soon as her hands were free, she threw her arms around the man's neck and started to cry. "Shhhh, it's alright. Let's get you to the hospital," he said.

She felt herself being lifted up and kept her arms tightly around the man's neck and her face buried in his shoulder. She felt safe with the FBI agent who had pulled her from her hell on earth. It was very reluctantly, but she finally let go when he put her down on a stretcher. She hadn't really felt of the pain from her injuries while he was carrying her, but she felt it now. She couldn't stop the tears that flowed down her face as the paramedics worked on her.

Everything had been explained to her in the hospital. She knew the names of all the agents who had saved her, even what unit they were in. She even had a picture of them in a group. These were her saviors, especially the young Dr. Spencer Reid. Up until that moment, she hadn't known what she wanted to do with her life. Now she did.

Her saviors had inspired her. Thanks to Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Aaron Hotchner, Jason Gideon, Jennifer Jareau, and Elle Greenaway, she knew what she wanted to do. What she had to do. And she was determined to do it. Maybe along the way she would get lucky enough to see her saviors again and thank them for all they had done.

A/N: What do you think so far? It's just the prologue, but reviews are always nice. Even flames, they make me a better writer.