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Captured

JJ was afraid to open her eyes. She was lying on a soft surface. A heavy weight over her mouth indicated that there was duct tape there preventing her from speaking. The same heavy feeling wrapped around her wrists. She breathed in deeply. She could smell the odor of decay, of death. Her body burned with the scrapes and bruises caused by being dragged through the woods. She debated opening her eyes, but knew if she wanted to determine how long she'd been unconscious she would have to visually survey her surroundings.

Slowly her lids fluttered open. She saw him standing over a table. She refused to focus on his activity and instead let her eyes wander over the various structures and objects around her. She was in a cabin, or shack, of some sort. There was one window and a door. Her heart quickened as she realized she was on a bed. There were no covers, just a filthy, stained mattress. JJ refused to think about the stains' origins.

She took note of the floor where the unsub stood. Dark discolorations covered areas of the wooden floor beneath the table. Involuntarily, her eyes searched upward. A small whimper escaped through the tape on her mouth as she saw the blonde hair of a lifeless body on the table beneath the unsub's hands.

The tiny noise she made alerted her captor that she was awake. He turned toward her, a vicious smile crossing his face. She swallowed the fear taking form in her throat.

His voice, as gruff as it had been in the woods, reached her ears, "I'm sorry I had to hit you, but I'm not one for conversing with dirty whores."

JJ had several sarcastic comments for the psychopath, and was glad that the duct tape was preventing her from speaking. She looked past him to the body on the table. She couldn't tell if the woman was alive, or dead. She could see that the woman was in her late 20s to early 30s. She surmised it was the same woman reported missing from a local neighborhood who they had assumed was his latest victim.

He gently cupped her chin and turned her attention to him again. JJ felt disgust with the touch of his rough, calloused hands. JJ tried not to cry harder as she realized that she, herself, was his latest victim.

"Don't mind her. She won't regain consciousness for some time. The drugs are keeping her in my control. She's been fun, but now that I have you, I don't think I'll need her. Perhaps when she wakes up, I'll let you help me kill her."

JJ wished she could stop her tears from betraying her stoic front. She could not stop her emotions, or the terror building within. She pulled her body as far from him as she could. She found herself pressed against the wall.

He laughed, "Do you really think that a few feet of space is going to save you?"

JJ began to feel claustrophobic as he neared closer. She instinctively kicked her feet out toward his face making contact with his chin. His head snapped backward and sent him to his knees next to the bed. JJ quickly scrambled from the bed and ran for the door. However, he recovered fast enough to grab her by her ankle.

With her hands still bound together by the tape she had no way to brace her fall. She managed to twist her body enough the take the brunt of the fall on her shoulder. The impact knocked the breath out of her lungs and in the time it took her to have another thought, the unsub was on top of her; his face red with anger, sweat dripping from his forehead.

He spoke in a hiss, spittle flying from his lips, "Do you really think you're going to ever get the upper hand Jennifer? Do you?"

JJ couldn't hide the shock of discovering her captor knew her name. He grinned maliciously, "What? You didn't think I knew who you were? I've been keeping up with you Jennifer. I know they call you JJ. But I prefer your proper name."

JJ wanted nothing more than to get the girl off the table and run. But she knew she couldn't carry her, and outrun the unsub at the same time. She knew she would have to bide her time and endure whatever she had to in order to make sure she and the unknown girl got out alive.

He ran his hand intrusively down her stomach to the top of her pants. She twitched angrily and defiantly beneath him. She remembered every detail she had read in the case file. The horrible rapes his victims had endured. She felt her boots being jerked away from her feet.

"Don't tremble so, Jennifer," he whispered into her ear. "I'm not quite ready for you. I just don't want to have my face mangled or give you the chance to get far if you found an opportunity to run."

Despite the pain that radiated through her as he threw her on the bed, she also felt relief as he walked away and back to the table. He picked up a large hunting knife with a serrated blade and showed it to JJ. She flinched. He was warning her that if she tried to run he would use it.

She sat still as she watched him pick up a smaller blade and began to carve into the flesh of the unconscious woman on the table. JJ turned her eyes away, her heart pounding in her ears. She wished she had a weapon. She was great with a Glock. She hadn't yet mastered fighting with her hands.

Her only thoughts as she tried to block out the humming of the unsub were of Henry, and her friends at the BAU.

"What do we know about our unsub so far," Hotch directed the attention to the group sitting around the table of a borrowed interrogation room at the local police station. It had been four hours since JJ had been taken.

His voice was steady and sure, calm and confident. His team needed to see him strong and unfaltering. Meanwhile, his internal self was falling to pieces. There had been so much turmoil in his unit that he wasn't sure they would ever work properly together again.

Derrick Morgan leaned back in his chair, "Highly intelligent. He has 13 victims and only with the 13th were they linked."

Prentiss nodded, "Right. The first and last victims were found in the same area. Police didn't consider tapping into VICAP or going across state lines to check records."

Spencer stopped pacing, "He's organized. He's taking them from one location, then obviously taking these women somewhere else to…to do what he does with them, and then he dumps their bodies in a third location. He's extremely efficient in cleaning up after himself."

"Not that efficient," Rossi added, "He's left plenty of DNA in the victims."

Spencer shook his head, "He left the semen in these women on purpose. He's a classic narcissist. It's a part of him and therefore too good to be washed away. He wants to taint these girls forever."

Emily's stomach churned at the idea of JJ being out there somewhere with the killer they were discussing. The mere thought of the type of DNA they were talking about made her cringe. They had to get to her.

She began to think aloud, "The first and last bodies were both found within two miles of the spot that JJ disappeared. He must have his hideout somewhere out there."

Hotch nodded, "It's the most likely scenario, but those woods are thick, and with the tree coverage we won't see much via helicopter. I know the faster we move the better the chance of getting to JJ alive, but where do you suggest we start?"

"Trail dogs?" Morgan offered.

Emily shook her head, "They lost the scent an hour ago."

The door to the interrogation room burst open giving everyone a slight jolt. Emily was relieved and almost renewed by the energetically determined face of Penelope Garcia.

"I might be of some assistance with getting back our girl."

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Despite the exhaustion coursing through her system and the ungodly hour of the night, JJ fought sleep with all her might. She didn't want to be any more vulnerable than she already was. She had avoided looking anywhere toward the unsub. She had heard the unmistakable grunts of sexual satisfaction coming from across the room as she kept her eyes closed and tried to drown out the sound with her own sobs. She didn't want to see or hear what he was doing to the still unconscious woman on the table.

Suddenly she felt herself being jerked to her feet. Her muscles ached with the motion. Her adrenaline renewed as she was forced to look at the table in the room. The woman was awake, her mouth uncovered. She was screaming so frantically that her fear seeped into JJ. JJ shook her head as she realized what the unsub was going to do.

Her hands were still bound in front of her with duct tape. She could feel his strong arms wrap around her from behind. He slipped the knife into her hands and held it there so forcefully that she could feel the small bones in her left hand crack. Pain shot up through her arm, but she could barely feel it amongst the terror that was seizing her whole body.

The unknown woman was now sobbing so heavily she could barely catch her breath. JJ wanted to tell her she was sorry, she wanted to tell her that it was going to be okay, but as the unsub lifted her hands with his, she knew okay was never going to exist again.

JJ closed her eyes as the unsub forced her resisting hands down with his, she could feel the knife sink into the woman's abdomen. Her own screaming was drowning out the painful wails of the now heavily bleeding woman. JJ tried to fight the man harder to get her hands off the knife. She knew there was something she should have been able to do, but she was weak.

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Penelope Garcia's face was tear-stained but determined, "I found a possible location for the unsub."

Everyone in the interrogation room was silent and ready for some good news. Emily's face was tired and pale. She looked at Garcia as though she might hold the answers to the mysteries of the universe. As far as Emily was concerned, if what Garcia had to say took them to JJ, then she held the answer to the only mystery she cared about.

"Thomas Gorman. He was arrested several times in the late 90s for poaching on federal property. Each time it was within the same square mile. That location is ten miles into the woods from the point JJ was taken. Thank you again for sending me those coordinates, Sugar Plum."

Garcia nodded at Morgan who reciprocated with a slight tilt of his head. She looked at the rest of the team, "I've sent those coordinates to your handhelds."

The team was already exiting the door. Penelope was left alone in the room glad they were moving quickly, needing no thanks. She was surprised when Emily returned to the room, threw her arms around her in a bear hug.

"I won't come back without our JJ," Emily promised before disappearing again.

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JJ couldn't open her eyes, she wouldn't. Even after the woman fell silent and JJ knew she was gone forever, she wouldn't open her eyes. She could feel too much. She felt the warm sick wetness of blood on her hands. Innocent blood on her hands.

She could feel the sexual excitement of the man standing too close to her back. Her heart was pounding in her ears. She could hear his breathing mixing in with the rhythms of her sobs. A victim had died and she knew somehow she was responsible.

JJ was surprised that she found the ability to fight him as he slammed her to the ground and crawled on top of her. She clawed at him as fast and hard as she could. Scratch marks appeared on his face. He laughed a maniacal sick laugh.

"Jennifer! That was beautiful. She died at your hands. The way the knife dug so deeply into her flesh. You did that." His voice held pride and passion.

JJ found herself shaking her head in protest and screaming "no" beneath the duct tape still on her mouth. He was too animalistic to care or hear. He ripped at her clothes, quickly tearing away her t-shirt and pants.

His lips assaulted her neck and face before moving toward her breasts. She succeeded in getting her taped hands between her and him. She felt intense shame in not being able to fight him effectively. She tried not to look at the still warm blood on her hands.

She tried not to look at anything. But she had to see how he was restraining her hands. He had pulled the bed frame over the loop the tape made out of her hands. She pulled hard against the bed but at the awkward angle she was in, she found it impossible.

She was trapped. He straddled her squirming body. He ran a steady, heavy hand over her stomach, her breasts, her hair, her face. She could feel his fingers curl around the corner of the piece of tape covering her mouth. He ripped it off, causing her skin to burn. She screamed louder and longer than before.

He simply watched her, smiling an evil grin, "Scream all you want Jennifer. No one can hear you. As for me…I love it."

He used the knife that had been used to kill the woman on the table to cut the remaining clothes from JJ's body, leaving her completely exposed to him. She had seen so many pictures, talked to so many women who had been victimized. She had never imagined herself in that position. She thought about her family at the BAU.

Would they find her? Would they save her in time? Would she ever feel normal again? Would she be able to forgive herself for not being able to save that woman?

He grunted as he forced himself inside her. JJ sobbed willingly. His thrusting motions tore at JJ's insides. Her cries of agony fell on deaf ears. She thought of the one person who would hold her through it, if she survived.

Her best friend, her confidante, Emily. She was always strong, always comforting, always with the right thing to say. JJ tried to compartmentalize what was happening to her. She tried to shut down but his grunts, the pain, the dead body on the table, they all held her violently in place.

"Jennifer," he spoke as he continued to force himself into her, "You are always going to be mine. You are my partner, my lover, my accomplice."

JJ fought the thoughts he was planting deeply into her soul. She felt the blame piling into her conscience. She felt the blame raping her soul, as he raped her body. As he climaxed, JJ withdrew from the world.

He stood over her trembling abused body. Bruises and cuts were apparent everywhere. Her thighs had traces of blood. Her eyes were open but stared lifelessly at the ceiling. He had broken her. He had caused the annihilation of Jennifer Jareau.