Alright here's the next (revised) chapter of this fic. I hope anyone who's reading this enjoys the greater amount of detail in it and will REVIEW! Please...
KaseyKC
16:23pm, Park Avenue, Atlanta, Georgia
The sun was trying to vainly shine through the clouds that, as of yet, still had to disperse. That meant that the world was a murky and muted grey; which didn't suit Kimberly at all. She much preferred the sun, and getting a tan; like any other cheerleader/soccer player and teenage girl.
Sitting on the low wall that ran the perimeter of the astro-turf the team used to practise on, a young girl named Kimberly White was sipping a can of cola as she waited for her mom to come pick her up from soccer practice. She was happily listening to her i-pod, playing some random pop-hit that she couldn't even remember the words to and was swaying to the music. Because of the volume she had her music at, and the fact that she had both earbuds in, she didn't hear the footfalls heading towards her, from behind.
She also didn't see the owner of the footsteps since she was idly staring at the children playing on the jungle-gym on the other side of the park, 'I don't need glasses if I can see them from here!' she thought to herself as she took another sip of her drink; all the while completely unaware of the person who was now standing directly behind her.
When the figure deemed the moment to be right the figure sprung; grabbing Kimberly around the neck in a headlock whilst covering her mouth with a cloth at the same time. Her earbuds were dislodged and one of them fell out of her ear which allowed her to hear the figures heavy-breathing as she felt her fighting become weaker and less coordinated. After a couple of seconds of struggling, Kimberly finally slipped into unconsciousness and the figure hefted her slim figure up against his chest. The figure then carefully dragged her across the astro, back the way he'd came, and over to a black SUV that was parked next to a disabled bay. He unlocked it using the keyring-remote and opened the back; he then shoved Kimberly's unconscious form into the back of the SUV and closed the door hurriedly.
Looking around nervously, to see if anyone had seen what had just happened, the figure quickly got into the SUV and started the engine. He took a deep breath to steady himself and tried to stop the adrenalin coursing through his system from making him do anything stupid. After a couple of minutes he reversed out of the parking space and drove off down the road, obeying the speed limit and not drawing attention to himself.
A Silver Mercedes Bentz drove past, in the opposite direction, but the driver of the Mercedes could only see the driver of the SUV and not Kimberly who was unconscious in the back.
16:32pm, Park Avenue, Atlanta, Georgia
A black SUV passed her as it pulled out of the parking lot and she took no heed of it as she slowly pulled up beside the bin; reigning in the horses under the bonnet. Moment later, a tall woman, with platinum blonde hair, fair skin and emerald green eyes as opposed to the expected baby blue, stepped out of the silver Mercedes Bentz and began to call her daughter's name.
"Kimberly, where are you?" she called looking around herself as she took in the lack of anyone looking remotely like her daughter. As she took a step towards the bin where her daughter had last been seen; unbeknownst to her of course, she stopped abruptly as her heeled right-foot stood on something that emitted an audible 'CRACK'. Looking down she moved her foot aside and saw a, now cracked, purple i-pod on the pavement near to the bin and by the low wall that was directly in front of her. She stooped down and picked it up with a set of manicured fingers as she turned it over searching for any form of ownership, she had a duty to return it to whoever owned of course; she reasoned that it probably belonged to one of the girls on Kimerly's soccer team.
What she saw on the back however turned her blood to ice as she stared in horror at the sticky-label which sported, in neat and joined handwriting, the name of her daughter; Kimberly White.
17:18pm, Atlanta Police Precinct
As though she had been possessed by the deceased spirit of a race-car driver, Hilary White screeched to halt in her erratic driving literally outside the police precinct where her husband worked. Without considering anything beyond how much trouble her daughter was probably in, she threw open her driver's door and launched herself out of the car and up the steps of the police precinct; ignoring the shouts from several police officers who recognised her.
She pushed her way past the throngs of people in the reception of the precinct, past the detectives coming through the door to the squad room and was at the door to her husband's office before anyone could even manage to grab her or slow her down.
"HORATIO!" she wailed, as though she were a banshee, as she flung open his door. "SOMEONE'S TAKEN KIMBERLY!"
17:31pm, outside Chief White's office
They all silently observed from outside the privacy of the closed door of Chief White's office as the man tried to desperately console his wife with promises that they'd get their daughter back safe and sound. It probably would have been more effective if it hadn't been for the fact that the chief knew just how likely it was that he'd see his daughter again in anything other than a body bag.
"What do we do now?" Morgan asked no-one in particular as he turned away from the spectacle in the office, he didn't want to intrude on their pain and even if he was just standing and watching he felt like he was breaking a taboo or something like that.
Hotch muttered in response as Gideon silently continued to stare at the couple who were now both crying tears of despair, "We continue with the profile, if it's the unsub who's done this I'm sure we'll know soon."
"But that means she might end up dead," Prentiss exclaimed in quiet disbelief as she looked at Hotch with her own look of silent desperation and despair.
Hotch solemnly nodded his head and gave her a firm stare as he refused to look away from her face as she stared at him desperately, "I know, but if we can find him soon, we might be able to save her."
Personally Hotch doubted that they'd find the unsub before that happened but he couldn't say that to Prentiss who was looking like she was waiting for someone to tell her that her puppy had to be put down or something to that affect, and as much as Hotch detested lying, a half-lie which would serve to motivate the team wasn't as bad in his eyes as the truth that would do nothing but depress them.
Morgan silently turned away and made his way towards the conference room that was attached to the squad room where the majority of their time had been spent on the case; they didn't have enough to find this bastard but Morgan would be damned if he didn't give it a damn good try to find him.
Prentiss nodded in understanding at Hotch before also turning to follow Morgan to the conference room as JJ and Reid made a move towards it also from the other side of the room; they had been talking to some of the officers who had first responded to the murders and as a result weren't in the immediate vicinity when Hilary White had come in. But they had heard her wails of anguish from the other side of the precinct; much like every other police officer also.
Hotch stood beside Gideon and said softly, "The chances of Kimberly coming out of this alive are slim aren't they?"
Gideon didn't look at Hotch but answered as he continued to watch the White's in their grief, "She's probably already dead. She just doesn't know it yet."
TBC...
I will be finishing this entire story sometime this month since I need my dear muse to focus on my other fics so once this one is entirely complete you guys can then move on to my other Criminal Minds stories (they're probably a lot better than this one since they're both longer and have been better written... lol).
Enjoy
KaseyKC
