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Chapter 2

"Hello? Are you there?" The voice came out of the phone still lying forgotten in the agent's hand.

"I'm here."

"What's happened?" There was no need to see the expression on the face, even on the end of the phone the tone in the voice was enough to let her know that something was seriously wrong with someone in her family. When there was still silence on the end of her phone she repeated her question. "What's happened?" Her voice had started to waiver slightly as the fear of what words she may hear. Images of her team mates being killed by an unsub filled her mind. After so many close calls, her worst nightmare that someone's luck would run out seemed to be coming true. "Who is it?" Her voice broke on her last question.

Pain. That was the first thing she became aware of. The pounding in her head making every movement agony. She knew she should open her eyes but the pain in her head made her want to keep them closed. She tried to remember what it was that led her to be feeling so terrible. Thinking was difficult. Every beat of her heart sent a new wave of pain and nausea through her body. She tried to lift her arm to hold her head but couldn't raise it more than a few centimetres. For a moment confusion reigned. Then it came flooding back to her.

The car. Talking with Jules. Being pulled over by the police. The gun. Jules' head dropping. Blood. The feel of it splashing against her skin. Getting out of the car and then nothing. She felt tears well up in her eyes as the reality of her friend being dead sank in once more. She could feel herself losing control of her emotions as the seriousness of her situation dawned.

She opened her eyes, hoping to see something that would provide an insight into where she was and why she had been taken. When she opened her eyes, she felt a new wave of panic wash over her as it was pitch black. There wasn't a single source of light to be seen. She could feel her breathing coming faster now. She once again tried to move from where she was sitting but was held firm. That was when she heard the footsteps coming closer.

Hotch stood in shock. His normally emotionless exterior showing the signs of worry for his team. They had faced a lot as a team and been able to get through it but this was different. This was perhaps the one thing that threatened to destroy the team and even some of the members of it forever. He looked at them each in turn…Rossi seemed to be faring the best of the team. The strain of the situation showing but not to the point where Hotch was overly concerned for him.

Reid was standing a little way off from the scene, staring blankly. He knew that the young man had faced his own demons that could have had serious implications for the team and feared that this may prove to be too much for him, pushing him back down his own destructive path.

Morgan didn't seem to notice the rain that had soaked through his shirt as he stared at the phone in his hand. He looked lost, a look which the older agent had never seen him hold. He worried that the young man would take matters into his own hands. The reaper had already tried to drag Morgan into his game once before and Morgan knew he was lucky to have survived. He still carried the bullet with him as a reminder of that fact. Hotch wasn't sure that if faced with Foyet, that the younger agent would be able to maintain his professionalism. Images of Elle flashed into his mind as the fear that another of his team may follow the same path made itself known.

Then he came to Emily. Hotch had noticed from the first case they had worked together that the woman didn't let her emotions show. JJ had been the first to comment on it and her only answer had been that she compartmentalised well. Looking at her now, it was clear to him that in this instance, the compartments just weren't able to contain her feelings about her friend. It appeared that all of her defences that kept her from being too affected by what they saw had crumbled right before his eyes. He knew that the three women on the team had a special bond together. He knew that they all helped each other through the tough cases, helping each other in their own ways but together forming a bond that had been impossible to break. Now that bond had been broken and he feared that it would be too much for the remaining two women to cope with.

He watched as the phone was finally raised. He could only imagine the fear in the voice on the end of the phone. It didn't take a profiler to know that something was seriously wrong from the change in behaviour. When it came down to it, they all knew each other better than even their own families knew them. When something was wrong with one member of that family, they knew…Profiler or not.

She closed her eyes and turned away from the light as the door opened. The sudden change rendering her temporarily blind. She blinked several times before squinting towards the open door. She could make out the silhouette of a person standing just inside the frame. She watched as the figure walked closer. It was impossible to discern any features about him, only that he was male. The angle of the light kept his face in shadow. She could feel her heart pounding inside her chest. She knew that this unsub had no aversion to killing people, she had witnessed it first hand. The only thing she didn't know was why she had been kept alive. Her mind filled with images of so many case files, so many women that had been taken by unsubs. The wide variety of acts carried out on them flooding her consciousness, making her realise that she could experience any of them while held captive.

Trying to gain some control over her emotions, she pictured the one person who had always been there for her in the past. The one person she had relied upon in her darkest times. She knew that same person would be the one who wouldn't give up until they found her. That knowledge brought her a small amount of calm. It gave her the opportunity to focus on her situation for a moment with a more analytical approach. She took the chance to take in what she could about the room she was in. It was quite small and had no windows. There appeared to only be the one door in the room at the top of a single flight of stairs that seemed to lead out into a hallway of some form. Part of her mind told her she must be in a basement.

She then tried to feel around to discover what was keeping her from moving her arms. Cold. Hard. Metal. Handcuffs. She had been handcuffed. She felt around a bit further and came into contact with a chain. Her heart began to sink. Whoever this guy was, he wasn't taking any chances that she might escape.

The footsteps came to a stop next to her. There was a click and then more light filled the room. She had to squint in the sudden bright light to look up towards the face of her captor. She tried to take in as much as she could about him. He didn't appear to be that powerfully built. Her mind filled in that it was for that reason he had used a gun and something to subdue her. He didn't want to get into a physical encounter with her. She had to tilt her head slightly to see his face. When she saw, she felt her mouth go instantly dry and the colour drain from her face. The Reaper.

"Nice of you to join me."

"Just tell me." Her voice gave away that she was on the verge of tears. After so many years working with the team, she knew all of their mannerisms on the phone. The fact that she hadn't even had a greeting told her everything she needed to know.

"I…There's been an incident." There was a pause as the agent searched for a way to say the words that would shatter the woman on the phone. Knowing that she was there alone and away from all of the team when she found out made it harder. "Foyet."

She gasped. The one name that had given them all nightmares. The one that had got away but not without leaving a mark on them all. Two of the team had already been at his mercy. Morgan carried the emotional scars of that day when his life was in the hands of a serial killer. Hotch had both emotional and physical scars. Both times, Foyet had the opportunity to kill one of them and yet he had chosen to let them live to torture them further. Ice gripped her very being as she realised that this time, it seemed like one of her family hadn't been so lucky.

"Just tell me who." Her voice begging. The tears had already started to fall. No longer able to maintain her control. She just needed to hear the name, to know who.

There was a deep breath drawn in on the end of the phone before he spoke, "JJ. He's taken her."

As soon as she heard the name of her best friend, Garcia dropped her phone and started to back away from it. "No…no…no." Her hands flew up to her face. She stared at the phone in disbelief, the tears streaming down her face.

"Garcia? Penelope?" Morgan looked ran his hand across his head, feeling utterly powerless to help his friend. He just wanted to be there to hold her and make sure she knew that she wasn't alone.

"Is she…" Garcia's voice faded, unable to say the final word.

"We don't know. There's no body. There's only blood on the drivers side and it's not her car." He took a deep breath before he asked the question he had called her for. "Garcia, I need you to get a copy of the 911 tape. He called it in." He could hear her crying. "Penelope, we need to know what he said. It might let us know if she is still alive." He listened as the crying seemed to ease, turning to sniffing.

"I'll have it for when you get here." Her voice held a new determination. If there was any possibility that her friend was still alive then she would do everything she could to find her.