Title: I've Got You
Pairing: Emily Prentiss/ Jennifer "JJ" Jareau
Rating: M for violence, adult themes, and language
A/N Hi guys I'm entirely new to this, but I thought I'd give it a try. I have more chapters written but I'm not sure if I should continue. Please read and review!
Disclaimer:I do not own the characters or Criminal Minds.
Chapter 1
When Emily saw 'Jennifer Jareau' flash on her phone screen, she knew something was wrong. Emily Prentiss thought she was a strong woman. From her teen years, she had been independent, collected, and confident. But when JJ was involved it was another story. Around the younger woman, Emily was a mess. She was always on edge, always aware of the slightest brush of skin, the deep emotions behind those baby blue eyes. Emily fumbled over words and wrestled with her mind, trying to say the right thing. To her, JJ had always been… more. More than a colleague, more than a friend. Within months of joining the BAU, Emily had fallen hard for the petite blonde. So when she saw her calling from across the world at 2 AM Eastern Time, Emily felt nerves brew in the pit of her stomach.
"JJ? Is everything alright?" Emily answered, feeling an inexplicable feeling of dread wash over her. On the other end of the line, Emily heard a loud crack, and a quiet moan of pain, followed by the screeching of tires. "JJ! JJ answer me, Jayje! Oh god JJ! Hello? Hello?!" Emily yelled into her phone. She hear a click as the line went dead.
In a panic, Emily dialed a number she hadn't used since moving to London. She waited impatiently for an answer, pacing her interpol office.
"Dammit," Emily growled. She heard the other end pick up.
"Hotchner," she heard, finally.
"Hotch! Hotch it's Prentiss. I...I think JJ's in trouble," Emily struggled to relay what had happened as quickly as possible to the BAU team leader.
"Shit. Emily how fast can you be here?" Hotch growled.
"On my way now. Brief me on the jet." Emily hung up, grabbing her bag and running out of the office.
JJ woke up to darkness. She felt the constricting grip of panic wrap around her lungs. The young blonde felt tears well in her eyes as she became more aware of her situation. She had a rough sack over her head, and her hand were bound behind her back, chained to a hard, unforgiving surface. The profiler began to remember what happened. The BAU was investigating a serial killer targeting high class working woman in the DC area. He tortured and raped the women, until finally drowning them, leaving the bodies in the trunks of neighbors cars. It was a hard case, and as the body count grew, so did JJ's stress. She had called Emily in an attempt to find some sort of clarity. The last thing she knew was the searing pain of a taser in her side and a strong blow to the back of her head.
All of a sudden, JJ's world went white. The sack had been pulled of her head, and she saw a white male in his 30's or 40's sneering down at her.
"Who are you?" JJ spat, wincing as she felt the spinning sensation increase as she spoke.
"That doesn't concern you, Agent. Or do you prefer Jennifer?" The ugly man smiled back. JJ's heart sank when she realized that he knew exactly who she was.
"What do you want?" The profiler said, staring defiantly up at him. She refused to let this man break her. Not after everything that happened with Emily the year before. The team couldn't take another loss of their own. Emily would tell Hotch about the phone call. The team would find her. The team would save her.
JJ was brought back to reality by a hard slap across her face. She hissed in pain as her eyes watered.
"Did I tell you you could speak? You're my bitch now," the man snapped.
"Go to hell!" Before she could brace herself, he kicked JJ hard in the stomach. The small blond crumpled to the ground with her still bound arms twisted behind her in an unnatural angle. She curled into herself, gasping for oxygen. He continued to deliver heavy blows to every inch of the profiler's honeyeyed skin. She whimpered in pain as the edges of her vision blurred. She felt the stress on her arms release as her arms fell to her sides. Then, JJ was being lifted. She tried to kick away the thick, muscular arms, but they didn't budge. Her captor dropped her roughly onto a cold metal table, cuffing her arms above her head, leaving JJ vulnerable to any pain this man might inflict.
"Emily!" Garcia squeeled, embracing her friend as she walked through the glass doors at Quantico, "It's so good to see you. You're gonna get our girl back, Em. You've got to." She escorted Emily through the bullpen, into the conference room. The team smiled at Emily, each welcoming her or hugging her briefly, but returned to the real reason Prentiss was here.
"As you all have been informed, JJ was abducted early this morning from the parking lot. You've all seen the footage," Hotch addressed the team, seeing the pain filled eyes staring back up at him. Garcia had pulled the footage from the camera in the underground lot. The tape showed a masked man, clearly heavy set and strong, taze JJ as she held her phone to her ear.. He then smashed her in the back of her head with his gun, and she dropped to the ground. The man dragged to his van, throwing her roughly in the back. Each member of the team had watching the painstakingly long clip, and were determined to catch this bastard, and get their JJ back.
"At this point, our best chance of finding her is profiling her as a victim. We'll use what we know about her; about the previous victims. If this unsub sticks to the same timeline, we've got 36 hours to bring her home. We all know this unsub's MO. The longer we take…" Hotch trailed off. The team all understood what he meant. The sooner they got JJ, the more likely that the woman they'd find would be the same woman they all loved.
JJ was flitting in and out of consciousness. For the past 3 hours, the unsub had pressed red, angry marks all over the blonde's gorgeous skin with a burning steel rod. He taunted her with it, watching her squirm and writhe beneath him as he let the rod fall onto her skin. At first she tried to hold in the screams. After 20 burns on her exposed arms, she let the first scream of pain tumble from her lips. He finally finished soon after, leaving JJ alone on the table. She fought to stay awake, but soon the physical and mental exhaustion was too intense. The blonde fell into a fitful sleep. She was woken not long after by the throbbing on her arms.
When the man returned, he was holding a large, sharp blade. He quickly flipped JJ onto her stomach, eliciting more cries of pain as his hands gripped her blistering arms.
"You have no idea how long I've waited for you love. I saw you two years back, on TV. I knew I had to have you. I had to touch you. I needed you," he said, his eyes half closed in memory. He opened them, and turned to flash his blinding white teeth towards JJ. "And now, look at this. I have you all to myself. God you're so much better than I imagined." JJ dug her nails into the palm of her hand, clenching her eyes just and breathing.
'Emily. Just think of Emily. God, she's so strong. She would want me to be strong. I have to be strong for her. I have to be strong for her,' JJ repeated to herself in her head like a mantra, breathing as deeply as she could for the throbbing pain of her ribs. With her eyes shut tight, she felt the first slash of the blade. It cut deeply into her lower back, where her lavender button down had shifted slightly up her back. Her breath hitched in pain, but she didn't cry out. Not yet. She felt him slide his rough hands slowly up the back of her calves, to the back of her knee, until it trailed between her thigh. It rested on her inner thigh, barely below the seam of JJ's pants.
"Please no. You don't need to do this. I'm not who you want. You don't have to do this please. Just listen to me p-please, you have to-" JJ's panicked cries were cut off with a punch to her side. She gasped as the room became spotty in her vision.
" Oh shut up. I know you love that other bitch. I watched you with her long enough to know how you two felt about eachother. You must know what I mean. The brunette. What's her name? Emily, isn't it?" The man laughed as he saw JJ's face start to fill with fear. "Maybe you just need a man to remind you of how it's supposed to be. Homosexuality is a sin after all." The man began unzipping his pants, flipping JJ yet again so she was lying on her back, with her limbs pinned to each corner of the table. JJ shut her eyes, unable to save herself…
"Hotch! I've got something!" Garcia shouted through her phone to the team, "Okay so I was looking through white males in the comfort zone with vans matching the one in the video. You said that JJ might've been this guy's target the entire time, so he must've had prior contact with her. I found a cousin of a victim in a case we worked two years ago. His name's Erik Lawson. JJ was the one that went to talk to the Lawsons, maybe Erik was there? He has a van matching the description… oh. Oh god. Guys, 3 months ago his girlfriend was found dead in his apartment. Looks like an overdose."
"We need an address Garcia," Hotch answered, having a feeling that this would be there guy.
"See if he has any secondary locations. This kind of torture requires a remote location, where he won't be interrupted," Emily interjected.
"Uhm. It says here… he's got a cabin 10 miles from here. It's remote," Garcia answered, knowing how essential time was.
"He fits the profile. This could be it guys. Let's get her back," Hotch said, his voice edged with determination. The team loaded into the black SUVs flipping on the sirens and speeding away.
JJ lay still, tears flowing freely from her eyes. Erik had stripped her completely and she lay naked on the floor, shivering. He had touched her. He raped her for what seemed like an eternity. The blonde's fragile form was bruised, cut, burned, and bleeding.
The first time he raped her, she cried out in pain. JJ screamed as he thrust into her, tears falling freely, from the pain, from the fact that she couldn't stop him, from the fact that she'd finally broken.
The second time, he used the gun. The profiler whimpered almost silently, her body going rigid with fear. One move and Erik could end her life right then.
The third time, JJ couldn't say anything. She simply buried her face into her shoulder and willed her mind to detach from her body. She was too aware, too observant. The intense pain and the trauma was enough to let JJ slip out of consciousness finally.
When he left, she curled on her side. He'd bound her arm in front of her, so she could now shield her battered body a tiny bit more. She thought of Emily. She pictured the older woman's dark brown eyes staring into her own. The blonde lost herself in those eyes, waiting for death to come. Waiting for the moment when the pain would subside. Waiting for this hellish torture to finally end. Waiting for herself to drown in those brown orbs. She would be free.