"Drink, it's just water and you will feel better. My name is Fahey, Jeff Fahey. Sorry for the trouble...sometimes the boys get a little out of hand. Don't worry they're all upstairs drinking, and trying to play cards. Here, drink more water."
JJ slowly sipped the cool liquid, swishing it around to drive to last bits of sand out of her mouth. While doing so, she looked around the basement. The furniture comprised of the couch she was on, a large overstuffed low back chair, and a coffee table in between. On it were several bottles of the top shelf variety, cigs, a zippo with a crest, and miscellaneous blades. There was a large desk at the end of the room covered in neat folders, several guns and loose ammo. Shelves to one side of the desk held various firearms and all the necessary equipment.
Having surveyed the room, she looked at Fahey. He smiled slightly. She guessed him to be in his mid -40s. He had short dark hair and his skin was pale. Pale like someone who'd been inside most of their life. His face was angular and nothing stood out. He was neither ugly nor handsome, just a disturbingly normal looking individual. His body on the other hand was firm and in tight shape. He was strong, the ugly hard strong of too many reps in what she now surmised had been prison. Oddly his skin was completely unmarked. Well minus a few track lines. He met her eyes and looked her over.
"Last I heard Lauren Reynolds was killed in a car crash. Of course, the boss never believed that for a minute. Nah, after things went bad he automatically suspected a mole. I never thought it'd be dear, sweet Lauren. But once Liam called and told us what had happened at the restaurant, well it was too much of a coincidence not to be her," he explained as if everything made perfect sense.
Truth be told, JJ was completely lost. She had given Liam the name Lauren because it had been the first thing she thought of. It was slightly familiar but she couldn't place her finger on where she'd heard the name before. This was all a misunderstanding, as far as she knew she didn't actually know a Lauren and she definitely didn't know anyone who would be known to the Irish mob. What the hell had she gotten herself into? She wondered if anyone had noticed she'd gone missing. She had no way of telling how much time had passed since she bid Will farewell at the restaurant. Even if someone had realized she was missing, she was sure the thugs had taken her cell phone, there would be no way to track her coordinates. She was going to have to figure her own way out of this predicament. The door bell rang and after some rustling upstairs, she heard heavy footsteps descending to the basement.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing Fahey?!"
JJ froze when she heard the voice. How could it possibly be? Emily stepped into view accompanied by Liam. Fahey scurried away from the couch when he heard her voice. Emily was wearing an outfit JJ didn't recognize. Black leather jacket, fitted black jeans and combat boots. She appeared to be unarmed but had a backpack slung over her shoulder and her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail. She acknowledged JJ's presence but avoided eye contact while she landed her piercing glare on Fahey who hurried up the stairs and out of the basement. JJ could tell by the tone in her voice she was furious but there was something else there. Something darker that JJ had never heard before. That's when JJ realized where she had heard the name Lauren. It had been a couple of weeks before at the BAU, Emily had taken a call and wandered out of the bullpen with purpose. JJ hadn't meant to eavesdrop but she had heard Emily state flatly, "Lauren Reynolds is dead." JJ must have subconsciously pulled it from memory when Liam asked for a name. But who was Lauren Reynolds and what did all of this have to do with Emily?
"So, this is what it takes to get you here? She said she was yours, but I never thought you'd get here so fast. You look pretty damn good for a dead woman. And this one, well, she must be a pretty good piece of ass," Liam jested as he sat down next to JJ on the couch.
"Yeah, well I'm getting soft in my old age. Let her go Liam. She's not part of this. What the hell do you want from me? We all went our separate ways years ago, if Doyle has something to say he can tell me himself. No need for you to be a fucking ass hole," Emily replied with a certain droll sarcasm.
In one swift movement he slipped from the couch and lunged at Emily, slapping her so hard across the face she almost fell. She righted herself and pushed him back, landing a clawing swipe across his chin and drew blood. She'd never seen him like this before. Not a moment after that thought he grabbed her hair, twisting her arm behind her back with his free hand. She yelped in pain, anger, and suddenly a little fear.
"We'll you aren't untouchable after all are you?" he laughed as he tightened his grip, pressing her arm into her back at an uncomfortably awkward angle, "I've waited an awful long time for this and as you have no protecting connections anymore- I'll do as I please. You want your pretty little blonde back? It's going to cost you. A favor for a favor shall we say?"
He loosed her hair and grabbed her other arm, he pulled handcuffs from nowhere and bound them behind her. She kicked and tried to bite to no avail. A gag was roughly shoved in her mouth and clasped in place to still her shouting and cursing. He dragged her to the desk and told her to lean on the edge and shut up. She kinda half sat down as he strolled over to the couch. He laughed as the petite blonde fought back for the first time since regaining consciousness.
"Well now, Lauren is right you are in the wrong place at the wrong time. Shhhhhh, be quiet little one." He licked his lips suggestively as slipped a gag in JJ's mouth and cinched if tight.
"Fuhhck you! Lerf her alorne!" JJ managed muffled screams through the rag over her mouth as she strained against her shackles. He grinned and ruffled her hair vindictively, deciding not to waist his strength on the lesser threat. He simply planted a precocious kiss on her lips and made his way back to the desk.
Reaching out he unzipped Emily's jacket and started undoing the buttons of her shirt. She tried to kick him up high, but he shifted and again slapped her hard, knuckles half closed. She winced under the force of the blow, a small line of crimson welled against half broken skin along her cheekbone.
"You always were a haughty rich bitch. Never got what Doyle saw in you. Hmmmm, in such a hurry you forgot you undies I see." He folded her shirt back, grabbed her bare breasts and pinched the nipples hard, causing a high pitched squeal. He nibbled along her jaw as he cupped and played with her bouncing full breasts. He pulled her up, pushing her full length into him. Damn he was already getting hard. He grabbed a breast in his mouth, he suckled and pulled like a baby. Unwanted, her nipples rose in response.
"See you all enjoy this no matter what you say," Liam laughed as he held her chin firmly. "Now, if you want me to leave your little dove alone and you not get fucked by all the fellas upstairs along with me, you will enjoy this, right?" Emily looked over at her JJ, who was so frightened,innocent, and lost with tears in her eyes. Emily nodded yes. "Good, so when I take thus gag off you will be silent, understand?" Emily nodded again.
She flexed her jaw as the gag was removed and he laid a long flick of his tongue across her bloodied cheek. He reached his hands down her sides to the small of her back and pulled her closer, pressing her breasts and painfully swollen nipples into his chest. He grasped her under the chin and leaned down to kiss her. She turned and pushed her head away as much as possible, but he still caught her lips. Liam plunged into her mouth and kissed her so hard she lost her breath. He fumbled with the buttons on his shirt and stripped it off. He pulled her close his hair tickled and curled against her skin . He pressed her lips to his shoulder and getting the hint she drew kisses along his chest and nipped hard on the last one biting thru his skin. Blood flowed and she laughed at his now marked skin. He punched her in the abdomen and she doubled over to the floor. He kicked her sharply twice in the torso and leaned down to pull her jeans the remainder of the way off.
"Fine you want to play this way you biting fucking cunt?" He took a handfull of hair in his hand and dragged her across the floor. Emily was slung over the chair arm face down, bare ass faced precariously towards Liam. She heard him unbutton his fly and the sound of the zipper going down.
"God, please Liam don't do this! Please, please..." her cries were cut off by the gag being reinserted.
"Lass, I'm going to enjoy your cries and groans cause this is gunna hurt like hell. Your little pet will get a first hand view of how a woman should be properly shut up and fucked. It'll be a bit o' free training!" he laughed maniacally as he pressed his firmness against the back of her door at the top of the stairs opened and down came Fahey and an older partner. Liam stumbled away from Emily as he looked up to greet their visitors.
"Liam, what the fuck is going on down here?" Ian Doyle roared as he took in the scene before him.
"I was just..." Liam knew by the anger in Doyle's blue eyes that nothing he could say would save him from repercussions so he opted to plea the fifth.
Fahey moved to remove the gag from Emily. He removed her cuffs and helped her stand. She looked at Fahey and he nodded. She slipped her shirt on over her swollen and bruised breasts then winced her way over to her jeans and pulled them on.
Doyle pulled a .9mm out from behind his back, pointed the muzzle into Liam's temple and pulled the trigger. The deafening sound ricocheted off the walls of the confined space. Liam's lifeless corpse fell to the ground in a heap. Some things you just don't do to Emily.
Emily sunk to the floor, tears running down her face in shame. She looked up towards the couch for the first time, JJ was okay but crying and the stricken look on her face was heartbreaking. Emily hobbled over to her lover still chained to the couch. She gently removed the gag and snapped at the air holding her hand out for the keys. Fahey dug in his pocket and dropped them in. She undid the shackles at her wrists and ankles. Emily sat with her arms around the smaller woman, doing her best to console her. There were no words to comfort her after what had happened in that basement but she couldn't help but feel overly protective.
"Now, I've shown some good faith. Time for you to talk, darling," Doyle explained, taking a seat in the over sized chair next to the waved Fahey away who again headed up the stairs and out of view. "I can safely assume that since you are not dead, you are also not Lauren Reynolds. Am I correct?" Emily nodded in his direction, never tearing her attention away from JJ.
"Well if you aren't Lauren Reynolds who are you?" Doyle asked patiently as he set the .9mm on his leg as a gentle reminder.
"I was with Interpol when we met," Emily replied, not wanting to give him any more information that absolutely necessary. JJ looked up questioningly, she had known Emily had been in the field for almost a decade before the BAU but this was the first she had ever heard about anything international. She was a bit hurt, yet not totally surprised to know Emily had skeletons in her closet she had yet to disclose to JJ or the rest of the team for that matter.
"Ahhh, should have expected you were the mole. My men always warned me you were too good to be true. Pity though, you were such a great lover. And would have made such a lovely wife," Doyle quipped, watching for JJ's reaction to his implications. JJ sat still, keeping a straight face, though inside her head was overrun with questions. Now was not the time nor place to begin the interrogation of Emily's past conquests.
"So, you obviously have my attention. What do you want from me now?" Emily finally asked, tired of running around the elephant in the room.
"The information you leaked about me lead my enemies straight to my boy. He was only a child and they murdered him! They sent me fucking pictures of it! Now it's come time for you to pay for your sins," Doyle stated as he stood and made his way to the couch.
"You're right, I included information about Declan in the report and I regretted it immediately," Emily pleaded. "But your enemies didn't kill Declan."
Doyle stopped and looked at her with deadly serious eyes. He pulled the slide of the gun and cocked it into place, pointing it directly at her. It was a silent way to urge her to continue while remindeding her the consequence if he didn't like what she had to say.
"Those pictures? Yeah, I was the one holding the gun," Emily concluded as she stood slowly and moved away from the couch, as an attempt to protect JJ from any stray bullets if things turned ugly. As it were, JJ was frozen in place not knowing who to trust.
"You bitch!" Doyle lunged and caught Emily across the already bruised cheek with the back of his gun. Her cut ripped open further and blood flowed freely down her face. "How could you? He looked up to you like a fucking mother!"
"Just because I was the one holding the gun doesn't mean I pulled the trigger," Emily explained, as she gingerly touched her open wound. "I knew your enemies would go after Declan so I had to protect him. I staged his death so I could save him."
"He's...he's alive?" Doyle asked as he took a step back, not attempting to hide the shocked look on his face.
"Yes, but you'll never get to him. He will never know that his father was a monster and you will never be able to poison his innocence. I made sure of that," Emily added. Doyle again positioned his gun at Emily's head and cocked it. For the second time in ten minutes a gun shot echoed through the small space.
Doyle slumped to the floor, grabbing at the hole in his chest. JJ stood behind him, gun still pointed at him as he gasped for air. Emily rushed to her side and gently lowered the gun.
"It's okay now, it's over," Emily took the gun from JJ who collapsed against her crying. They heard commotion upstairs and familiar voices calling their names.
"We're down here Derek!" Emily shouted up as footsteps came trudging down the stairs. "We need a medic!"