AN: Yes I am starting a new story. No I am not giving up on my current story Dreaming Of Home. This idea just popped into my head and I had to share it with all of you. Jenny Crum this may seem like it has resemblances to one of your current stories Web Of Lies, but I assure you that I did not steal your idea. I got the idea when I was watching a TV called Cleveland Abduction about the three girls that were kidnapped out of Cleveland. Anyway, I hope you all like this. And I promise that I will continue to work on DOH. I will actually be working on it tomorrow. Anyway PLZ R&R!

Disclaimer: I own no one.

Chapter 1

There was an old dilapidated house; everyone in the neighborhood says that it has been abandoned for years. There has been no sound or any kind of disturbances at the house for years and years. But today-today there was all kinds of activity going on inside and outside of the house. The local police and area S.W.A.T. team was all over the property while several ambulances were attending to the victims they found inside. People from the neighboring houses were crowded behind the yellow tape as they tried to see what all the commotion was about. When it was finally revealed what had gone on inside the house, no one could believe it. To think that it had gone on for so long and no one knew that there was anyone staying in that house.

A few hours earlier….

The woman made quick work as she tried to pry the door open. He would be back soon and this was her one chance; their one chance. Frustrated, she gave up on prying the door open and finally started to kick the bottom out. She let out a harsh cough as she looked behind her at all the people that were counting on her.

"Maybe you should rest. You're getting worse." One told her.

"This is our one chance to get out of here," she told them all as she continued to work on getting them free. "We're so close. I'm not giving up."

"You almost have it!" Another one said.

"I see someone coming!" Someone else said as they peered through the rip in the paper that covered all the windows.

"Is it him?" she asked them.

"We would've heard the rusty motor sound from his truck,"

"I think it's a neighbor,"

"Try to get their attention," she commanded. "We have to get out of here before he gets back."

One of them started to frantically pound on the nearest window as the leader of the group continued to try to get the door open.

"What the hell?" they all stopped when they heard a voice they didn't recognize and two sets of footsteps coming closer.

"What's going on in there?"

"It's not him," one of the girls peered out the small hole that was on one of the boarded-up windows. "I think it's the neighbors."

"Help! We're in here! We're being held here!"

"Oh my god," they heard a voice on the porch. "Stand back! We're going to get you out of there!"

They all backed away as they heard pounding and kicking. Suddenly the whole place was bathed in a bright light as the door broke off into a bunch of splintered pieces. The two new figures surveyed the room and saw the group of woman huddled in the corner as one of them crouched in front of them in a protective manner.

"Thank god," the woman sighed. "You found us."

"How long have you all been here?"

"I've been here the longest," the protective one stated. "I was the first. Everyone else started showing up maybe two years after I was brought here. Can you tell us what year it is?"

"It's 2015,"

"I've been here for six years," she told them.

"We need to get someone down here," one of the rescuers took out a cell phone.

"Let me call, they need to call my team."

"Your team?"

"I'm with the FBI out of Quantico, Virginia." She took the cell phone and shakily dialed. "I think that's why I was taken."

"You're saying this was because of a grudge?"

"Maybe," She completed the call. "Yes hello, you have to send someone. I was kidnapped six years ago. My name is Penelope Morgan."

Penelope came to as the strong smell of disinfectant clouded her sense of smell. She slowly opened her eyes and saw that she was in a stark white room. She tried to remember what happened after she made that call….

Within minutes of her making the call, the place was swarming with all sorts of law officials. The place was searched from top to bottom as more girls were found.

"There are children here!" one of the officers announced.

There was a lot of activity as all the kids were brought out and examined. That was when the EMTs showed up and started examining and transporting everyone to the local hospital.

Penelope started to fade as she started her journey across town. She was coaxed to lay down on the gurney as her vitals were taken and a mask was placed over her mouth.

"She's been very sick lately," one of the other girls said.

The ambulance stopped abruptly and the doors were pulled open and they were all taken into exam rooms. Penelope was rolled into a room as several doctors and nurses surrounded her. She remembered it being hard to breathe as she saw what looked like a detective come into the room.

"No…get away…" she tried to push the hands off her.

"All men out!" the head nurse told them. "Get out!"

"Thank you," Penelope pulled the mask off.

"Take it easy," the nurse smiled at her. "My name is Molly. Can you tell me your name?"

"Penelope Morgan," she said softly. "I want Derek."

"Is that your husband?"

"Yes he's in Quantico, Virginia. Tell him to bring Bella. I want to see our daughter."

"We will be contacting all the families once we have examined all of you…"

'I need you Handsome.' Penelope thought as she drifted back off to sleep.

JJ rushed through the bull pen with a file in one hand and a taped recording in the other. Reid was coming back from getting coffee when he saw his wife marching through the area on a mission.

"Jayje?" he looked at her.

"Can't talk now," she told him. "Need to get this to Hotch."

"Lunch?" he called after her.

"Meet me in my office," she smiled back. "Love you!"

"Love you too," he murmured as he sat next to Emily's desk as she looked through a file. "You're looking at it again?"

"Like you don't have extra copies that you take home with you," she told him.

"I do," he sighed. "It's been six years, Em."

"And it still seems as if she disappeared into thin air."

"There has to be an explanation, we have to find her."

"I hope we do soon."

JJ marched into Hotch's office without knocking and set the folder down in front of him. He hung up his phone as he flipped it open.

"Early this morning, two men were walking down the sidewalk of the Garden District in Chicago when they heard cries for help along with what sounded like pounding on wood." She started to explain. "The noises were coming from a condemned house that hasn't had any known residents in it for at least a decade. When they finally broke through the door, they discovered a group of at least a dozen women that were being held against their will."

"Have the local PD confirmed how long they've been there?"

"One of the victims said she was the first. She claims she's been there for six years and that the others didn't start showing up until a couple years later." JJ took a deep breath. "I have a recording of the 911 call. They sent it to us immediately at the persistence from the first victim that we were informed."

"Why?"

"Just listen," JJ plugged the flash drive into Hotch's computer and pressed play.

'Hello, you have to send someone. I was kidnapped six years ago. My name is Penelope Morgan.'

Hotch stared in shock at JJ sitting on the other side of his desk as he listened to the recording. After all these years of searching and all of them conducting their own searches, there was finally a break in the case.

"Is this authentic?" he asked.

"I had it analyzed," JJ told him. "It's authentic and it definitely sounds like her. We're the only ones that have this other than the local PD."

"So she's been in Chicago this whole time? His hometown?"

"I believe there's a link. I haven't looked into it yet, but I'm guessing it's someone who has a grudge against him. Maybe someone he put away or-"

"I'll call Dave and see if he can get him down here," Hotch picked up his phone.

"What kind of condition do you think he's in today?" JJ ventured.

"That's hard to say," he sighed as he dialed a number.

Fran Rossi slowly sat up on the bed in the guest room at her son's house. She looked next to her and saw the spot empty. She slowly climbed out of bed and made her way down the hall. She peered into the master bedroom and sighed deeply at the sight she saw. He was passed out across the bed still in the clothes that he had been wearing the day before. His face had been unshaven for weeks and he was just very unkempt. She could smell the alcohol coming from him even at her far away position in the doorway. It just broke her heart to see her child so broken.

"Nana?" she looked down the hall and saw the little girl coming out of her room.

"How's my Bella this morning?" she smiled down at her as she closed the nearby door abruptly.

"Is daddy awake?"

"He's not feeling well today,"

"He's always sick," the seven-year-old mumbled as they made their way downstairs.

"You know how he is when he's missing mommy,"

"I wish mommy was here so that she could make him feel better."

"We all want that My Little Jelly Belly,"

"I wish I remembered Mommy," she said softly.

"I know honey," Fran held her granddaughter tightly.

"Good Morning, My Lovely Ladies," Dave came into them as he hung up his phone.

"Good Morning Nono," Bella went to him and hugged him tightly.

"Why are you up so early?" Fran looked at him.

"Bella, why don't you eat your breakfast in the living room?" Dave smiled down at her. "You can watch your cartoons while I talk to your Nana about something very important."

"Eating while watching TV?" she questioned. "You never let me do that."

"Just this once," Dave told her.

Fran poured her a bowl of her favorite cereal and helped her get set up in front of the coffee table as she handed her the remote.

"Now no eavesdropping little one,"

"Ok," Bella focused on her favorite show as Fran joined Dave in the kitchen, who was starting to brew a full pot of coffee.

"What's going on?" she questioned him.

"We need to sober him up now," he told her. "I just got a call from Hotch. He wants us to bring him in as soon as possible."

"Oh god, is he firing him?" Fran knew this day would come if her son didn't clean up his act, but she also knew that it would kill him if he wasn't around the place that could help them find his Baby Girl.

"That was the first thing I asked him," Dave told her. "He assured me that he's not firing him. There's been a break in the case-about Penelope."

"What? Is it for real?"

"There's a recording of a 911 call. JJ swears it's her, but they need Derek to listen to it so that he can confirm it."

"Where is she?"

"Chicago," he sighed. "They think whoever took her has a grudge against Derek."

"She's been gone all this time just because my son put someone away? That will kill him once he finds out."

"Let's not tell him that part just yet,"

"Right," she nodded. "We just need to sober him up enough so that he's functioning enough when we take him into work."

"I told Hotch that we'd have him there in a couple hours."

"I'll call the girls to come stay with Bella," Fran took out her phone.

His head was pounding when he finally managed to open his eyes. He sighed as he looked next to him and saw the always-empty spot next to him. God he missed waking up next to her; her waking him up with kisses so arousing that they always ended up being late for work. Now nothing mattered; nothing except their daughter. He sighed inwardly as he thought of Annabelle; the spitting image of her absolutely perfect mother. His guilt overtook him as he realized that the morning was almost gone. Who was watching her? He shot up in bed and moaned in pain as he heard the door open.

"Good you're awake!" he heard the very loud voice of his mother; he knew she was being much louder than normal to make him suffer a little.

"Ma," he moaned and closed his eyes tightly as she pulled the curtains open harshly, letting in the very bright sunlight.

"The lecture can wait," she stated as she held out a cup of coffee. "You need to drink this right now. Your sisters are on their way to keep an eye on Bella. You, me and Dave are going to the BAU."

"Why?"

"Hotch has requested a meeting as soon as possible."

"If he wants to fire me-"

"You're not being fired, but he said that it's an emergency."

"Did he say what kind of an emergency?"

"I guess you'll find out when we get there," she snapped. "Now sober up, take a shower, get cleaned up and meet us downstairs within the hour. If you're not, I have no problem helping you. And I doubt that you'll want your mother doing THAT for you."

"I get it Ma," he sighed as she left the room slamming the door, making his head erupt in total pain.

He slowly got off the bed and attempted to walk the short distance to his bathroom. He glanced in the mirror and once again didn't recognize the person staring back at him. He knew he had to stop drinking so much. He knew that everyone was right when they told him that he couldn't keep self-destructing like he has been. But every time he came home and didn't hear her excited voice or see her with her bubbly expressions or in her vibrant outfits, he sank deeper and deeper into a dark hole that he felt that he would never be able to climb out of.

'I need you Baby Girl.'

He sighed deeply as he started to strip out of his clothes and climbed into the scalding-hot shower.

AN: So what'd you all think? Should I continue or just delete it? Please be honest. Also I just wanted to throw out that I'm looking for a Beta. If anyone is interested, please PM me. I promise that I will be working on DOH tomorrow and will hopefully get the next chapter posted before the weekend is over. Anyway, PLZ R&R!