The first installment of a new Libby story, a what if thingy.
A little blood warning, nothing too bad.
SLASH, no flames please. cross with criminal minds.
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A Second Chance
Chapter 1
Young Libertad awoke in a dark, cold basement. Her head throbbed and dry blood caked the side of her face where she was hit. Her wrists were bound tightly in old, rusty handcuffs and attached to a pipe on the wall. She tested the chains but they would not give.
Libby waited for hours on the lumpy mattress, knowing for sure she would be killed. And frankly, she didn't care. No one had ever cared about her, she had been through almost twenty foster homes in her eleven years.
Eventually a door at the top of the stairs opened but let no light inside. The drunken man crashed down the stairs and hobbled over to a terrified Libertad.
She lay in pain for the rest of the night, her abdomen on fire from rape and cuts crisscrossed across her stomach. Blood stained the mattress and made her skin sticky. The red liquid dripped from her wrists where the cuffs were digging in. Being left in the blackness Libby fell into a fitful sleep.
Aaron Hotchner and Dr. Spencer Reid were still attempting to find Libertad. The man who had her had done this to 10 other girls. They were with Quantico, Virginia's Behavioral Analysis Unit(BAU) the only way they knew this was the same man was from the MO and a grey Hummer with tinted windows was reported around every place of disappearance.
"Hotch, the Miami Dade crime lab has department Hummers matching that description." The FBI agents were in West Palm beach, but the UnSub(unknown subject) originally started in Orlando.
"How many are there?"
"Um, fifteen."
"Fifteen possible suspects, let's go to Miami." An hour later they were in Miami and walking into the crime lab. The moment the lab techs laid eyes on them the agents could feel cold hatred directed to Feds. Hotch and Reid moved to the front desk.
"We need to see the lieutenant please," Hotch told the receptionist.
"Right here gentlemen," Horatio Caine said from behind them.
"Lieutenant Caine I am SSA Aaron Hotchner and this is Dr. Spencer Reid, we are from the Quantico Virginia BAU." They shook hands.
"What can I do for you?"
"We are investigating the disappearance of an eleven year old girl from West Palm. The UnSub's vehicle is described as a grey Hummer and this is the only lead we have."
"I understand, what do you need?"
"We need to interview all of the males in the lab and take DNA for comparison."
"I can get them together and I am willing to help in any way I can."
"Thank you lieutenant."
Eric, Ryan and Speed grumbled as they were taken away from work and shepherded to the conference room. Cooper, Frank, and Stetler came in as well. A few other lab techs joined them.
"Attention," Hotch said to the group. "Thank you," he said once they were quiet. "I'll make this brief because we need to question all of you. A serial rapist and murderer has been abducting young girls from age 10 to 14 along the coast of Florida, starting in Orlando. He currently is on his eleventh girl and has been killing them quicker.
11 year old Libertad Winston was abducted from her foster home in West palm three days ago. By the rate the UnSub is escalating she may only have two to three days to live. The vehicle reported at all abduction sites was a grey Hummer. DNA samples are needed from all of you for elimination purposes. I am asking all of you to be patient while we interview, thank you."
One by one every man was interviewed and DNA taken. They all appeared to be clean to Hotch and Reid.
"I hope you find her," Horatio said after he was interviewed.
"I know, we do too. Thank you for your cooperation lieutenant."
"You're welcome, and again I will be happy to help."
"I'll call you if anything changes."
Libby suffered worse treatment that night to the point of being numb. All she could feel was the sticky heat of her own blood. New cuts made their way up to her chest. Libertad prayed for a quick, easy death in her sleep.
Horatio sat on his patio, overlooking the ocean. For some reason the girl was really on his mind and heart. He could only imagine the horrors the little girl was experiencing.
Penelope Garcia, the BAU's technical director waited as all DNA was ran against the UnSub's sample, and none matched. She sat at her desk for a minute looking at Libertad and Horatio's photos side by side. Having a hunch she ran the two's DNA together. Speed dialing Hotch she impatiently waited for him to answer.
"Hotch, you won't believe this."