hi i am sure this has been done before but i wasn't sure so i am doing my version, plz review later chapters will have jack in it.

warning RAPE

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No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. C. S. Lewis

The team had been called out to Madison county six women between the age of 20 and 30 had gone missing and found the next day, rape and beaten or tortured to death. The last woman was half alive and was saved, so the Unsub was hiding out and when she said she saw a barn, the magic technical Garcia they found a barn far out of the way and since, Hotch and Prentiss were the closest so went straight there.

"Prentiss take the barn I will take the house"said Hotch. As he pointed his gun and jogged towards the house. Prentiss moved in the same stance towards the old barn. The door to the barn was a jar, the second she walked in a smell hit her, the foul smell. She could practically taste the Iron from the blood of girls in the air.

"FBI"she called called out when no one answered, she walked further in, with each step the smell became worse. She didn't look down and the dried pools of blood or struggle marks that lay in the sandy flooring. She was about to turn to look it to one of the stalls when she felt a hand cover her mouth the gun forced out if her hand. As it skidded across the floor far away from Prentiss's reach the arm threw her down on to the hay bed in the corner of the small animal stalls. Prentiss tried to fight back her legs kicking wildly at the Unsub.

"shush"he said point a gun at her, Prentiss froze. She closed her eyes and waited for the shot.

"oh do you really think I was going to kill you"he laughed. She could smell the alcohol on his breath. When he came on top of her she screamed for help, hoping Hotch would come.

"shush"he said holding the gun to her temple. She froze again, she had not felt this scared since the Doyle incident.

"good girl"he said. Her grabbed her arms above her head and buckled the in place with the cuffs on the wall. A tear came down Prentiss cheek. She felt her stomach flip as he kissed the tears. He grabbed the duck tape from his belt and put a strip over Prentiss mouth. The tears flowed freely from her closed eyes. She scrunched her eyes tighter when she hear the fall of his pants. A burning wave of sick churned in her stomach as she felt him remove her trousers. The tears fell into her hair as she prayed for someone any one to come and stop him but they didn't happen. She almost screamed out in pain against the tape as her thrust into her. she felt so dirty so filthy as her thurst into her again.

"FBI"she heard Hotch yell. The Unsub pulled out of her and pulled his trousers up from around his ankles and reached for his gun, Prentiss tried her best to curl up into a ball with her hands above her head.

"drop the gun"she heard Hotch say calmly as possible, but her could hear the anger and she could practically her his voice chanting the control of not shooting the Unsub.

"after I finish her"he said pointing the gun at Prentiss. She heard the fire of a gun as she whimpered against her tape. But felt no pain than she was in before. She wasn't shot, but then who was, she thought, she slowly opened her eyes to see Hotch point the gun at the Unsub.

"Prentiss"he said he went over to her and kept his eyes on her face to save her any more humiliation, her un-cuffed her hands and she pulled her pants up as fast as possible before she ripped the tape of her mouth but then her legs failed her and she fell on to Hotch.

"hey your safe"he said, soothing her but he didn't want to touch her in case she snapped and started to go hysterical.

" I think I am bleeding"she whispered as she touches the back of her head.

"yeah"he said, trying to sound like he would with any other member of his team.

" don't tell them"she whispered clinging on to Hotch with her life. Hotch had never seen Prentiss this shaken up, this unsheltered from her usual hidden shell that they all wore.

" I won't"he promised.

"come on the team will be here in a minute"he said helping her up. He realised her top was ripped from the struggled and the FBI vest was only covering the torso.

"here"he said handing her his suit jacket.

"thank you"she said. Tears still tracking down her face.

"It's not so important who starts the game, but who finishes it"- John Wooden.

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