Chapter 2
(Hotch's POV)
Minutes later
Prentiss and I burst into the basement of Luther and Broadchruch. Mateo Cruz laid on the floor, a large pool of blood next to him and a large gash in his stomach. I knelt down and applied pressure on the wound.
"Where's JJ?!" Prentiss asked worriedly.
"He...he got...her..." Cruz wheezed out.
"What do you mean?!" She shouted. Two paramedics ran into the room with a gurney.
"We got this. You should both get back to your team. They're in the lobby," one said to me as the other attended to Cruz. I nodded and followed Prentiss out of the basement and into the lobby. Everyone looked confused as they saw Prentiss and I return without JJ.
"Where is she?" Reid asked.
"They got away with her," I said through gritted teeth. Morgan rubbed the back of his head angrily.
"Do we know where they went?" Rossi asked.
"They could be anywhere. Even out of the country," Blake sighed.
"Best we can do right now is go back to the BAU and learn more about Askari. Now, Morgan and Blake, I want you two to go to the hospital with Cruz to question him when he's up to it. Find out everything he remembers. We don't rest until she's back. Now let's get to it," I said firmly to the team. They all nodded as we exited the building and headed back to the BAU.
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(JJ's POV)
I awoke and immediately felt I was on a plane. I opened my eyes and found myself lying on a couch in a large jet. I stifled a groan in the pain in my side and uncomfortably say up. Cuffs covered my wrists and the door most-likely connecting the back of the plane (where I believed I was) to the rest of the plane was closed. The mug on the table next to the couch caught my attention. Steam rose out of it and it smelled like tea. I looked longingly at it, but shook my head. Who knows what was in that. I lied back down and closed my eyes again. I wanted to sleep. I was so tired, exhausted, really. But my mind wouldn't allow it. Despite my fatigue, I knew who was behind that door. The group that abducted, drugged, and tortured me. I wouldn't allow myself to fall asleep and become vulnerable. My fears were confirmed when I heard someone enter. I opened my eyes to find it to be Hastings. I saw a gun on his hip and felt sweat collect nervously in my palms. He smiled at me and picked up the mug from the table. He sat down on the couch and was right to the side of me.
"Here," he said, reaching in his pocket and taking out an orange container with pills inside. "Painkillers. It'll really help, trust me." I should've known better, but I couldn't ignore the pain in my side any longer. I took the container from him and popped one in my mouth and swallowed it. "And you should drink something," he said, holding out the mug. Every cell in my body had to restrain me from hitting that mug out of his hands. Instead, I just looked away. He grabbed my wrist and pulled, forcing me to sit up. I slowly got up and reluctantly took the mug from him.
"What is it?" I asked blankly, looking from him to the mug.
"Just tea," he said in his smooth voice. If I didn't know about the man he was, I would've believed him.
"Like I'd believe you," I said angrily and set the mug on the table. He smirked and picked up the mug again and held it out.
"If I wanted to hurt you, Jareau," he said in a soft, but vicious, voice. "I would've." I felt shivers go down my back as I took the mug once again and took a sip. The taste of mint filled my mouth, but an odd aftertaste came after. I hesitated to drink more, but felt Hastings cold eyes watching me. I finished the mug quickly and swallowed hard, my throat burning a little after the last gulp. My heart dropped when I recognized the familiar burning feeling.
"What was in that?" I asked nervously, feeling the color rush from my face. He smiled and moved my hair behind my ears.
"Just a little something to help you...relax," he said calmly. "You seem really tense."
I lied back down and sighed.
"I just wanna talk about all this," he said, putting a hand on my hip. I tensed up instinctively. "I know this is hard. But I'm going to be rich and we can have a life together, Jennifer. I want us to have a life together."
"If you think I'd ever be by your side willingly, you're..." I started to say, but found my vision starting to blur and my speech became fumbled. "You're...you're wrong..." I sighed heavily as I felt my whole body ease without my control. I felt oddly relaxed, even with the man who attempted to rape me sitting right next to me with his hand on me. The pain in my side numbed away, but I knew what he did. Even through my drugged, alcohol-induced state, I realized he tricked me with the supposed "pain-killer".
"What...what was th..." I said slowly, but lost my words mid-sentence as I felt my head lull to the side.
"What was that, Jareau?" Hastings said. Through my blurred vision I could see him smiling in victory. I wasn't unconscious, no, nothing so merciful as sleep. But I was even more vulnerable and helpless.
"What was that...pill you...gave..." I mumbled. I couldn't even finish the sentence. Every word was a struggle to push out.
"Something to help you calm down..." He whispered as he brought a leg on the other side of me and got on top of me. He smiled as I felt his lips connect with my neck.
"N...no...please..." I slurred. "No..."
"Shh...it's all ok. You just relax..." He cooed in my ear as his fingers ran through my hair. "You don't have to worry about anything."
I felt a tear escape my eye as I tried to fight the effects of, not only the sedative, but also the alcohol he put in my tea. No matter what I did, I couldn't muster enough strength to do anything. I felt the buttons of my shirt being unbuttoned and felt my shirt being opened.
"You...are perfect..." Hastings soothingly said as he ran his hands over my stomach. I couldn't even tense up. I had no control over any function of my body anymore. All I could do was watch and listen as Hastings did whatever he pleased with me. His lips were now on my chest and moved down my stomach.
"Hast...Hastings..." I said slowly.
"Shh...just be quiet," he said sweetly. I felt myself become even more tired and my vision blackened around the edges. I felt myself drift out of consciousness for a short time before a stinging pain reached my cheek. "Stay awake..." He said between kisses on my body. "Show me how strong you are, Jennifer," he cooed softly. I didn't want to fight it anymore. I was tired. I felt the darkness come again, and quickly accepted it. This time, I stayed out for a while.
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