He waited and watched outside of her apartment complex. She was due home from work shortly but she had been staying late at work the past couple of days. He knew it was due to the fact that she had a job that required her attention 24/7. She worked for the FBI.
All he wanted was to have her. He had been stalking her for quite some time now, trying to get her schedule and routine, but she was very unpredictable. It was good for her, bad for him. However, he always likes a challenge. This always made the end result that more satisfying when he has to go to so much trouble to get her.
He had been inside her apartment a couple of times, always trying to figure out the best route to get to her while still making a surprise attack. Last time, he figured that he would hide in the front closet. It was sprintime so she shouldn't need to open it up to put a coat away.
He saw her car pull into the parking structure beside the complex. He knew he had about five minutes to get into her apartment and hide. He waited until the car was fully inside the parking structure before he started running towards the door of the apartments. He bolted up the stairs to the fifth floor where her apartment was located. He opened the door with a key he had copied when he stole her original.
Once inside, he checked his watch. He still had a couple minutes to get comfortable before she would be at her door and able to hear what was going on inside.
He sat inside the closet and waited. The lock in the door clicked and the doorknob started turning. The door started to slowly creak open. Footsteps were heard next as the occupant started shuffling inside. The door slammed shut. She must be angry. She must have had a bad day. This was his chance.
She was taking off her shoes to get comfortable for the night. Her back was turned and he made his move. He slowly crept out of the closet and pulled out the gun that was hidden in his pocket. Once he was behind her, he called out, "don't make a sound or I'll shoot."
The woman froze; not knowing what to do. The man called out another command, "turn around."
She did as she was told.
Finally, he could see her full facial features. He was stunned at how great of a catch he had gotten without actually knowing who she was. Once he picked her, that's when he started doing his research. He found out she works for the FBI. The Behavioural Analysis Unit. Her ID badge picture didn't do any justice for what she truly looked like.
He was studying her face. She has a very pale skin tone with dark brown eyes. Long brown, almost black, hair with bangs surrounded her face. Her name was Emily Prentiss.
There was an awkwartd silence while he studied her. He knew that with no doubt she would also be studying him. She worked for the BAU after all. The problem was that when a kidnapper shows fis face to his victims, it normally means she wasn't going to get away. It's been proven with studies; and she knew that.
"Now that we've seen one another, would you care to tell me what you want?" Emily asked trying to agitate the kidnapper.
The man laughed, "I want you to turn around and put your hands behind your back."
Emily desperately wanted to refuse but in the current circumstances, she didn't have much of a choice. She did as she was told. She waited for what she knew was coming; rope. The man tied her wrists together while talking to her, "I knew you would be cooperative. The very first time I laid eyes on you. Though I know you can have your moments of anger and refusal. I guess it comes naturally to you in your line of work. I will fix that though. You will forget about your job and your teammates soon."
Once he was finished his rant and finished tying her wrists, he spun her around again and she began asking some questions, "how do you know who I am? How long have you been watching me?"
He started laughing again, "I saw you on the news once, and I knew I had to meet you. As for your second question, I'd say about two months now."
Emily was startled by his response to the queations. How had she not seen someone who has been watching her for so long. She should have noticed. She was with the FBI and she never noticed.
She got pulled out of her dram-like state when she realised that the man was pulling her through the door.
It was late at night by this time and there wasn't a sole in the halls of the complex. He easily pushed he through the hallways and down the stairs. All with the insentive of a gun shoved into the back to keep her from yelling out for help.
They walked out the front doors and into the darkness outside. A car pulled up infront of them and the back door opened.
The man who was behind her, put the gun away as he pushed her into the car. He sat in the back with his next victim.
As the car drove away, Emily had so many questions to ask but she only asked the major one, "where are you taking me?"
Tha man didn't look at her when he answered but simply said, "home."
Emily was now very worried because she had just ended shift. The team probably won't know she's gone until morning. That gave the kidnapper a very long time to go somewhere with her and hide. All she wanted to do was go to her own apartment and sleep. Now she was stuck in the backseat of a car with someone who has a gun.
The driver and the kidnapper were talking about sports. They were talking as if nothing just happened. They were trying to include her into the conversation but she aksed more questions of her own about where they were and what they were going to do.
The kidnapper kept shrugging off all her questions. They weren't getting anywhere in the conversation so they just started to ignore her. She happily sat in silence.
They pulled up to a house that looked like it would have won the spookiest house award back in the '80's.
Emily got pulled out of the car and into the house. When she got inside she started coughing. The house was completely covered in dust and it was practically abandonned. The man pushed her into the hallway and they walked down the hall for a while until they stopped at the last door. The kidnapper opened it up, pushed Emily in, and locked the door behind her.