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Hey guys, so I forgot to mention this in the first chapter, this all happens (in my mind) after Personal Effects when Jules and Sam's relationship is still a secret.
Hope you guys enjoy!
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Later that night (Sam & Jules)

She walked into her house, Sam in tow. She knew she was avoiding the inevitable by changing the subject whenever they broached the subject of the women that had been violated in the investigation that Team One was now involved in.

"Jules." Sam said, her attempts at evading the subject were easily picked up by him.
"Mhm? She asked, pretending to be distracted as she walked towards the kitchen. Sam sighed, and she gasped in surprise as he grabbed her around the waist, and threw them both onto the couch, her secured in an inescapable grasp on his lap.

She groaned and laid her head back against the front of his shoulder. She didn't bother fighting him, although she definitely wanted to.
"Why?" She sighed.
He chuckled, "Why do you think, Jules?"
She pursed her lips stubbornly, and refused to speak,
She had a pretty good idea of what was about to happen, and it didn't shock her as much as his initial ambush had when he moved from beneath her and suddenly through her to the seat of the couch. Her back pressed to the cushions, his hands pinned hers to either side of her head and intoxicatingly so, his knee was propped between her thighs. And, he smiled secretively when he saw the effect it had on her. She swallowed back her emotions and put on a poker face.
"Maybe…it has to do with how physically similar you are to all those victims."
"I am not." She argued.
"I beg to differ,"
He smirked, and ran his free hand through her curly brown hair.
"The hair…" He sighed, leaned down and ran the tip of his nose up the bridge of hers and he could tell she'd stopped breathing, "Your brown eyes."
"That's only two things." She whispered, trying to hide her breathlessness.
"Being you're the only woman on the team, it's two things too many." He said, and kissed the side of her jaw, she let out a strangled breath.
He met her eyes again, "Just be careful."
She could see he was actually genuinely worried.
She leaned up and pressed her lips to his, "Always."

The team was just walking in from the conclusion of a hot call where a gambling addict mother had been abducted and forced to gamble to fill a debt her captor owed in order to obtain the release of her family.

"Hey, Guys!" Winnie called, attracting their attention, they walked over to her desk,

"Hey Winnie, what's up?" Spike asked.

"So, those agents you guys talked to a few days ago? Their team has dug up some new information on the suspect and they'd like you to video chat them at the first chance you get."

"Thanks, Winnie." He said, and they walked over to the briefing room.

"Let's do debrief first, then we'll get ahold of them. Something tells me it won't be pretty."

There was an array of muttered agreements before they walked in and shut the doors.

Debrief went fast, or so it seemed, and soon enough Spike was connecting the live feed to the wall set.

It didn't take the FBI team to answer,

"If it isn't the famous Team One of Toronto." Agent Colby said, and then proceeded to introduce the two teams.

"Have you guys found anything else?" Sarge asked.

Agent Colby sighed, and her demeanor changed, "Yes. We have. Darren?" and she stepped back and sat.

Another man stepped forward, and he nodded politely,

"So our unsub has-"

"Unsub?" Wordy asked.

"Oh, right, sorry. Unsub means unknown subject, so a suspect."

"Anyways, our unsub has sent us a video. Which, of course is far outside of the profile we've formed. But, it isn't unheard of. We believe it's a taunt, a mechanism for him to try and prove his power and control over us. But, it also gives us some really good insight into his current mind set. We have the video now, and whether you watch it or not is your choice, it's gruesome. He's escalated, and we think, not only is he expressing his control over the situation, but it's a threat to tell us to keep away, which we interpret as meaning we're close. Closer than he's comfortable with, but guys…he's smart, cunning…and…"

"What is it?" Ed asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

The agent sighed, "There's a picture at the end, and a threat. I think he knows more about your team than we originally thought."

"Thank you agent." Sarge said perplexed, and the agent nodded,

"Oh. Sergeant. We'd appreciate it if you all went on stand-by for now."

Sarge nodded, "Of course."

"Thank you."

Then they signed off.

"I've got the video Sarge, are we going to watch it?"

"That's up to all of you."

"If it gets to be too much, Boss…" Ed said, "But I'm pretty sure we can handle it."

There was an array of muttered agreements, and they sat down to start the video.

It started out with a man, his face was blurred so you couldn't see him, but he was big…and built. The girl was screaming in the background.
PLEEEASE! SOMEONE HELP ME! SOMEONE PLEEEASE!
Looking past him, the team could see her in the background, she was tied, bound with rope her hands and feet.
Jules watched her, being the only female in the room, she related easier. But what really made her sick was that this girl was…young. Maybe about 15 or 16.
The man sighed, Here goes nothing, hope you enjoy coppers. He snarled.

He walked back over to the girl and she screamed,
He ripped a piece of duct tape from the role and forcefully taped her mouth shut. She screamed repeatedly and he hit her, hard.

He grabbed her ankles and yanked her away from the wall, and dragged her out. Jules felt bile rise in her throat, and the team couldn't keep their eyes on the screen as the man brutally raped her.

He grabbed a saw, she was barely conscious,

The team could hardly keep their eyes on the screen, but when she first lost her arm from the elbow down, she re-awoke and screamed and screamed, then passed out.

"I don't think we need to see it all." Sarge said and began to fast forward through it. Jules had her hand over her mouth, and she felt like she was going to be sick.

She looked at Sam, and he was pale and looked uneasy. He looked like he could pass out, she nearly said something. But at the last second, he shook his head at her, a gentle look in his eyes. She gave him a look that promised they'd be talking later and he inwardly sighed.

"Alright." Sarge said. The screen was blank, but only for a moment, then a picture popped up.

The team froze, and silence filled the room.

"Son of a bitch." Sarge growled.

They all looked to Jules, whom was just peeling her eyes from the screen, where 2 pictures were. One of her getting out of her car at her house, and another of her from a couple days ago on a hot call.

"You." Sarge said, pointing at her, and she met his eyes. "Protective Custody."

"Sarge!" She said.

"No. Jules, that wasn't a request. Did you just see what he did to that girl? What if that had been you?"

Jules leaned back in her seat and put her hand on her face, he was right…

What if the night he got the picture of me at the house, he had taken action?

Part of her wanted to say she could take him, but could she really? This man was…well, big, and handled the girl just now…brutally and well.

Could this get any worse?

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(; More to come!