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Chapter One

The fluorescent light that hung overhead caused a faint buzzing noise, interrupting the otherwise silent room. Three men stood around a small, rectangular table glaring at each other as if daring the other to speak. A chair was pulled back causing an irritating screeching as the metal legs made contact with the hard floor. The three men took their seats, two on one side of the table and the other sat across from them, staring smugly forward as his fingers drummed a steady beat on the wooden table. Marcus Woods was the team's latest unsub, an arrogant son of a bitch who had killed nine women in the last twelve days. Of course there were many more that the BAU were completely oblivious to, 28 other women to be precise, that would never be found. The fact that Marcus had successfully killed so many women and had only now been caught was why he could sit there, staring smugly at the two people across from him who he believed to be Agent Hotchner and Dr. Reid.

Hotch folded his arms across his chest and leaned back in the chair waiting for Marcus Woods to say something, but the only sound he made came from the irritating tapping of his fingers. Hotch raised an eyebrow urging him to say anything at all and yet Marcus remained silent.

Reid was fidgeting as he always did when he was nervous; the overwhelming silence in the room hung over him like a dark rain cloud doing nothing to calm his nerves. His right leg was bouncing uncontrollably despite the hand he had placed on his knee attempting to stop the repetitive motion. Finally, unable to stand another moment of Hotch and Marcus starring at one another he began to speak. "Marcus where are the other three bodies?"

Marcus smiled at that. Three, really? If only they knew the real damage he had caused, the amount of lives he had ruined, he was sure they wouldn't be sitting there so calmly. "You'll never find them," he replied smugly, the corners of his lips curving up into a creepy smile.

"If you tell us where they are Marcus we might be able to help you. We will be able to tell the DA that you helped us with the investigation, that you cooperated. In the long run you will only benefit by helping us now," Reid explained.

"I have no interest in helping you, nor in being helped. Besides it doesn't matter what you tell the DA because I know I am not going to jail."

This garnered Hotch's attention as he turned to Marcus and simply questioned, "How can you believe you aren't going to jail. We have proof that you have killed six women, and when we find the other three bodies we will be able to prove you killed nine. That's enough for a lifetime sentence, Marcus."

Marcus's smile only grew. It was unendingly humorous to him when he knew something that the others in the room didn't. He could taunt them all day with his acquired knowledge and never get bored but unfortunately he didn't have time for that today.

When Marcus's smile only grew Hotch became frustrated. "You will be sentenced; I have no doubt in my mind that you are indeed going to jail Marcus. I will make sure of it."

"Whatever you say Agent Hotchner."

"What makes you so sure you aren't going to jail?" Marcus just shrugged in reply. He couldn't tell them yet, he wanted to make them angry first, frustrate them, before he shared the information that he was sure would leave him free to go.

"Marcus, what do you know?" Reid asked much more calmly than Hotch. Marcus turned his gaze from the clearly frustrated Hotch to Reid's almost timid face, before turning back to Agent Hotchner.

"Say Agent Hotchner when is the last time you saw that lovely agent of yours? What's her name? Agent Prentiss?" Hotch's eyes grew wide as he tried to recall when he had seen her last, the day had been busy and he couldn't seem to put the day's events into any sort of particular order. He turned to Reid and his never faulty eidetic memory for help.

"You assigned her and Morgan to interview Frank Simmons and they departed from the station exactly three hours and seven minutes ago," Reid easily recalled.

"But you haven't heard from either of your agents since? Strange that they would be gone so long without a word, isn't it agents?" Marcus asked as he tilted his head to the side. Hotch drew his cell phone from his pocket and dialed both Morgan and Prentiss respectively. When he received no answer from either one he slammed his phone shut before crashing his hands down on the table with a frustrated bang causing Reid to jump slightly.

"What did you do with them Marcus?" Hotch asked in a low growl.

"Oh don't worry Agent Hotchner they are both alive and well. In fact agent Morgan is merely bound together with ropes in Frank's barn. Agent Prentiss on the other hand…" his sentence drifted off as he folded his hands together and placed them on the table in front of him.
"Where is she?" Hotch questioned, his glare so fierce that Reid was sure Marcus was about to turn to stone. Marcus seemed unaffected however as he simply raised his eyebrows in amusement before shrugging his shoulders. Hotch stood quickly, knocking his chair to the ground, a loud bang resonating throughout the small room. "I said where is she?" Hotch was coming dangerously close to wrapping his hands around Marcus's neck and choking the answer out of him.

"Calm down and I will tell you," Marcus stated. Hotch drew back a little but remained standing his fists clenching at his sides. "Of course, I will only tell you if… you let me go." Hotch moved a hand to his chin acting as though he was actually considering it.

"Never," Hotch spit out his voice full of venom. "We will find her with or without your help." Marcus just shrugged as if he didn't care either way.

"Whatever suits you," Marcus replied. "Oh, but I forgot to mention..." He lifted his wrist to check his watch before continuing. "You only have three hours. You see your darling agent is in a tank that is slowly filling with water, and in three short hours she will be completely submerged. You will never find her, not in three hours anyway. So you can either lock me up or save your precious agent. It's your choice." Hotch kicked his fallen chair before turning and stomping out of the small interrogation room, slamming the door behind him, leaving the room once again in silence.

A/N: I shouldn't be starting a new story with school beginning again but I couldn't get this idea out of my head. Updates may be far between as I now have to add school work somewhere into the mix. I haven't written much of this story at all so ideas are always welcome. Of course updates will come faster if I am motivated by reviews. Please let me know what you think and whether or not I should continue :)