Don't Own.

Please R&R.

Warning there are mentions of violence and abuse in this chapter.

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Emily stepped out of her car with groan of annoyance. She had promised to pick Penelope up from her apartment that morning because her friend's car was at the shop. However Emily was running late because she had slept in and instead of Penelope waiting for her on the curb like she said she would be, she was nowhere to be seen.

She also wasn't picking up her cell phone. Emily's guess was that Penelope had forgotten to turn it off vibrate before she had gone to bed the night before. So now she had to physically go and get Penelope.

Emily shook her head; her friend was in for an ear full when she finally did get her butt outside.

As she headed across the street her cell phone began to ring. She looked down at the caller ID hoping to see Penelope's name but groaned again when Hotchner appeared on the screen.

"Prentiss," she said picking up.

"Prentiss, both you and Garcia are late; I know you were picking her up this morning. We had to finish the briefing without you and the jet is leaving in half an hour. Where are you two?"

"Sorry Hotch," Emily said "It's just been one of those days. I'm walking up to Penelope's apartment now, we should be in…"

Emily trailed off, her eyes narrowed on a red spot just outside of Penelope's door, it looked like blood. Her eyes flicked to the door and she noticed that it wasn't closed all the way, instantly her hand went to her gun.

"Prentiss, what's wrong?" she heard Aaron's concerned voice ask.

"I'm not sure yet," Emily said quietly "I'm outside Penelope's door, it's not closed properly and it looks like there in blood on the ground. I'm going inside."

"Be careful," Aaron stated "we'll be right there."

When Emily heard the click of him hanging up, she eased her phone into her pocket and then stepped forward both hands on her gun. She nudged the door open and took in the chaos on the other side. Things had been knocked over and scattered, there were bloody drag marks on the floor and pieces of glass from where a vase had been smashed.

Breathing heavily Emily checked around doors and inside closets. Finally she came to the conclusion that no one was in the apartment. She made her way back to the kitchen where whatever had happened seemed to originate. There was a broken mug on the floor, fridge magnets were lying in front of the fridge and Penelope's cell phone was sitting halfway under it.

Emily shook her head, Penelope had obviously put up a fight but who she had been fighting Emily had no idea.

A noise from the front door startled her and she whipped around only to see Derek coming towards her, his gun drawn.

He gave her a questioning look.

"It's clear," Emily said seeing the rest of the team head in behind him "but Penelope's gone."

Anger mixed with fear filled Derek's eyes as he lowered his gun "What? What happened? Where is she?"

Emily shrugged; fear clutching at her chest "I don't know. I just got here and by the look of the blood smears this happened sometime last night."

Derek started to shake his head as he looked around the kitchen; tears came to his eyes and a quiet "Baby Girl…" left his lips.

There was a moment of silence as the team took in their friend's apartment, which was now yet another crime scene. The tension in the room was heavy, the team's fear, sadness and anger was radiating off them in waves.

"Alright," Aaron began breaking the silence "we know time is of essence with these types of cases. Let's build a profile while I call in CSI."

They quickly went to work, making sure not to contaminate any of the evidence while Aaron stepped outside to make the call. He just hoped they would be able to find Penelope in time, he didn't know who would want to take their friend but he did know that the guy had just signed his death warrant. Whoever it was would pay for taking Penelope.

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A groaned slipped out of Penelope's lips as she woke up. Her head was pounding and her body ached fiercely, she wondered what she had done the night before to feel so crappy.

When she opened her eyes her heart started pounding as fear gripped her. She wasn't in her own room, or any room she was familiar with. The room was grimy looking, it looked almost more like a dungeon that a room.

Penelope tried to get up but let out a sharp gasp of pain when she was pulled back. Her hands were tied to the headboard on either side of her. Penelope couldn't believe she hadn't realized that before but with her panic it hadn't registered.

She took deep breaths and tried to calm down. She needed to stay calm if she was going to figure out why she was here and how she was going to get away. Penelope looked down at her body. She now realized with a shock as she moved around a bit that she must be naked from the waist down.

She was still wearing her t-shit but as she felt the silky sheets against her lower half she just knew and the panic began to rise again.

Her head snapped up when she heard a creak. Her eyes flew to the door that was right across from her. It had been closed a minute before but now a man had emerged from the other side.

"Ah," he said "you're awake. It's good to see you my dear."

Penelope didn't answer him. Her eyes followed him carefully; he was carrying a tray that had what looked like pancakes and bacon sitting on it, with two glasses of orange juice.

He placed the tray down on a table at the end of the bed and then turned to close and lock the door behind him.

"I thought I should bring you some breakfast in bed, I mean what kind of host would you think I was if I didn't?" He walked towards the bed again and picked up a plate of the pancakes. He came up to the side of the bed.

"What do you want with me?" Penelope said her teeth gritted.

"Oh Honey, I thought that would be obvious," he sat down on the side of the bed, turning so that he was facing her "I know our date got off to the wrong start last night but I have to admit, as sore as my ribs are today, I do appreciate a feisty woman."

He moved closer before settling and placing the plate of pancakes on his lap. He had a fork and knife in his right hand and began cutting them up into small pieces "I'm sorry to say I wasn't able to find any syrup, I'm sure they'd be more enjoyable that way but perhaps it's a good thing considering how sticky that can be."

Penelope looked right into his eyes as he looked up at her, she shivered "Please," she whispered "don't do this. Let me go."

He titled his head to the side "My Sweetness, I couldn't possibly do that, our wonderful relationship has only begun. You wouldn't want to miss it would you? Now eat up."

He held a forkful of pancake towards her.

A singles tear rolled down her cheek and she shook her head as the dough pressed against her lips.

He frowned "You're not hungry?" he asked "Well perhaps you're right, there are many more pleasurable things that we could be doing. These would be more enjoyable if we worked up our appetites first.

Penelope's eyes widened as he got up and placed the plate on the bedside table. He turned back towards her and began unbuttoning his shirt.

Penelope knew what was going to happen next and instinct took over. She began to scream and thrash. "NO!" She screamed as loud as she could making her throat hurt from the force of it "PLEASE GOD NO! STOP DON'T DO THIS…"

He just smirked at her "I do love a screamer," he said and threw the rest of his clothes to the ground. Then he clambered into the bed with her and his body covered hers. "Just lie back and enjoy, this was meant to be Sweetheart."

Tears rolled down Penelope's cheeks and her mind went numb with every thrust.