Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or any of the characters, the muse just uses and abuses them from time to time.

Chapter 1

Penelope opened her eyes but still couldn't see anything. Wherever she was it was dark, dank and musty. She figured she must be in some type of basement, but where? And more importantly, why? After a few minutes, her panic began to subside and she thought back to the events of the previous night:

Last night, after waving to Derek to signal that she was fine and watching him drive off, Penelope had entered her apartment. She was tired, but it was a good tired and she was still humming one of the songs the band had been playing at the Pub earlier that night as she hung up her coat and headed towards the bathroom to wash her face and put on her pajamas. She had only made it as far as the beads that separated the living room from her bedroom when she heard a voice coming from her couch.

"Hey Ms. Garcia"

Penelope had nearly jumped out of her skin as the light beside the sofa clicked on. Looking over she saw Evan Wallace, a teenager she knew from the counseling center she volunteered at, staring back at her.

"Evan! How did you get in here and why did you scare me like that?" Penelope demanded to know as she headed towards the couch.

"I told the landlord that I was your nephew visiting from California and she let me in," Evan stated matter of factly. "I hope you don't mind, but I really didn't have any where else to go."

"Well, I'm definitely going to have a talk with my landlady about security but I guess that's all right, Evan. It must be really important if you went to all this trouble. What's wrong, Sugar?" Penelope said as she sat next to him on the couch.

Evan Wallace was an 18 year old boy whose parents had been viciously murdered in their own bed when he was only 12 years old. Evan had heard the screams and had been able to hide from the killer, thereby sparing his own life. However the memories of that night had understandably severely impacted Evan and he had become quite a troubled young man. Evan was an only child and there had been no other blood relatives to raise him so he had been thrown into the foster care system which did nothing to help the situation either. Now he was 18, had been thrown out of the system on his own and was struggling to survive the streets.

Penelope didn't know too much about him other than he usually stayed on friends couches at night, God only knows what he did during the day. Sometimes, when he had no where else to go, he would come to the Counseling Center and Penelope would allow him to spend the night, even though she wasn't supposed to allow that. Evan didn't open up much and refused to attend group sessions at the center, but sometimes, when no one else was around, Penelope was able to get him to talk and she had worked hard getting him to open up about his feelings. She had also helped him apply for Welfare and to look

for odd jobs. It was a slow go, but she felt she had made some progress with him.

"I haven't seen you around the Center much lately. I came twice last week and you weren't there," Evan said with a sad look on his face.

"I know, Evan, and I'm really sorry about that but I've been really busy at work and I just couldn't make it, Honey. I called and told Ellen to let everyone know that I might not be in for a week or two because of work, didn't she tell you?" Penelope explained.

"Yeah, she told me," Evan responded with a slight bit of resentment in his voice, "but I needed to talk to you and you weren't there. I trusted you, Ms. Garcia, and now just like everybody else in my life, you abandoned me. You promised me you would never do that!" Evan exclaimed as Penelope noticed his fists clench with anger.

"Evan, I'm not abandoning you! It's just that I have other obligations too." Penelope began to sense that something wasn't right as she looked into Evan's eyes which seemed cold and angry. As much as she hated to turn him away, she knew she needed to get him out of her apartment before his anger took over. "Our case at work is over now and I'll be back at the center on Tuesday night, just like always. But it's late now, why don't I give you the key to the room at the Center and you can stay there for tonight and I'll come down and see you tomorrow afternoon, okay?"

"What? You're turning me away again?!? I thought you were different, Ms. Garcia. Now I see you're just like all the rest. Well, I'm not going to let you reject me like everybody else, " Evan pronounced as he drew a gun from the pocket of his jacket and pointed it at Penelope.

"Evan! What are you doing? Where did you get that? Put that thing away!" Penelope pleaded as she tried to remember where her cell phone was and if she could get to it to get help.

"I'm tired of everyone ignoring me and I'm not going to let it happen anymore!" Evan stated defiantly. "For once, I'm going to be in charge and I'm going to get what I want."

"What does that mean, Evan…what are you going to do?" Penelope asked frantically as she desperately tried to think of a way out.

"You're coming with me, Ms. Garcia, and I'm going to make sure you don't leave me again like all the others," Evan stated ominously as he stood and grabbed Penelope by the arm while keeping the gun pointed at her head. "Let's go!"

Penelope began to shake with fear as Evan jerked her up off the couch. "Where are you taking me, Evan?"

"Where no one will ever find us so we can be together and I'll finally have someone to be with me." Shoving Penelope in front of him, Evan got behind her and stuck the gun between her shoulder blades. "I suggest you come along with me quietly, Ms. Garcia, or I'll kill us both. I really don't want to hurt you but you're the last person I have left and if you don't come with me now then there's nothing for me to live for anyways."

Penelope had no doubt that whatever delusions Evan may be suffering from, that he was lucid enough to follow through on his threat. Unable to see anyway out of this horrible situation, she allowed Evan to guide her outside to an old Ford pickup that was parked just around the corner from her apartment building. Forcing her to get in the passenger side, Evan removed a pair of handcuffs and quickly cuffed her right wrist to the door handle so she couldn't get out.

"Evan, think about this!" Penelope pleaded as she tugged on the cuffs. "I promise, I'll get you some help and we can talk all you want but don't do this!"

"It's too late! I'm tired of giving chances, now it's my turn and things are going to be done my way! Now shut up and let me think!," he screamed with tears of his own rolling down his cheeks. Raising his arm, he smashed the butt of the gun alongside Penelope's temple, knocking her unconscious.

Now it was hours later and Penelope was waking up in this dark and musty basement, the cuffs on her wrist exchanged for a 10 foot chain that was attached to a hook in the wall. As her eyes adjusted to the light she could tell that there was an old mattress, a rickety chair and an old card table around her. Beyond that, there wasn't much to see other than the concrete floor and damp stone walls around her. How long had she been here? Where was here and where was Evan? All she knew was that she was cold and scared, her head felt like there was a jackhammer pounding inside of it and that no one knew where she was.

"Well this a fine mess, Garcia," she thought to herself. "What the hell are you going to do now?"

TBC…

I hope you liked this chapter. I tried to make an Unsub who was a little bit sympathetic just to try something different. . Let me know what you think!