A/N Guys I am so sorry! I am going to be reviewing more regularly now. I have just been really busy with school, and band. This chapter is kinda slow, but it helps set up future chapters. Keep reviewing and commenting, give me suggestions also. I'm flexible, and will always try to put your ideas into the story. :) Once again I'm sorry for not posting in almost two months.
John Curtis sat watching the bright little screen that illuminated the dark room. His groin hardened as the petite blonde on the screen struggled to break free. Watching the small red trickle roll down her arms was enough for him to feel pleasure. He closed his eyes imaging what it would feel like to touch her skin, and feel the warmth of her blood for himself. Curtis focused his attention on the picture in front of him, writing a message for his next target.
JJ's wrists burned like fire, her raw skin touching against the dirty metal cuffs, only made her wounds fester. How? JJ screamed in her head How! How did he survive? Why me? A tear rolled down her cheek, she fought to keep the others from escaping, knowing he was watching her. She took a deep breath, composing herself, bottling the fear and showing her strength.
"Curtis! Where are you!" She screamed "Come out you coward!"
Curtis opened the door, the flood of light from outside blinded JJ. She squinted, but tried to remain unruffled. He smiled from ear to ear as he walked closer to her. He thumbed the knife in his fingers, imagining how much she would scream when he cut her. JJ's eyes glared at Curtis as he slowly inched towards her. A flash of light alerted her to the object he held in his hand. Shit.
"Oh come on JJ. Just ask the question. I can see it in your eyes." He purred lightly touching his hand to her cheek. She jerked her head away quickly. Curtis punched the right side of her jaw in retaliation.
"Say it!" He screamed, JJ jumped by the sudden change in his demeanor.
"How?" She stammered
"How what? JJ. You're going to have to be more specific than that." He teased
"How did you survive?" It was the question that had been haunting her from the moment he came in. The Replicator was dead, or supposed to be dead. There was no way he got out in time before the bomb exploded in that house.
Curtis laughed, "I'll tell you my secret" He petted her hair "when you tell me yours." JJ's skinned crawled, she wanted to avoid being touched by him, but knew any attempts at trying to jerk away would only result in her getting hurt.
"Then why am I here?" She hissed
"Like I said I wasn't finished ye-"
"No. You brought me here, to show off, to show everyone that you're still alive. You want us to be scared of you. Here's the thing you son of a bitch. I'm not afraid! And I know for goddamn sure that my team isn't afraid of you!" She yelled at him, her words lifting her spirits. He stood there in silence, mulling over her words. He stabbed the knife into her leg and leaned into JJ's face. JJ couldn't help but scream out in pain, not ready for that attack.
"You should be afraid." He whispered before twisting the knife deeper into her leg, JJ bit her lip trying to keep from screaming, but a small whimper filled the silence. He pressed himself against her, letting JJ feeling the hardness in his pants. A tear rolled down JJ's face.
Curtis saw the tear glisten off of her skin. Images of her perfect skin flashed in his mind, his groin grew harder at the thoughts. "I have to go, but I'll be back soon. Then the real fun can begin." He grinned, turning towards the door. He paused and swiftly returned to JJ. "Whoops." He giggled, "I forgot something." His hand wrapped around the hilt of the knife, and pulled the blade out slowly gazing at JJ's face, which contorted in pain. Curtis walked out of the room.
Morgan paced back and forth behind Penelope as she hastily tried to find anything on John Curtis. Garcia tried to think of anything that could possibly bring up a hit, every try ending with a negative beep noise. Her face contorted in anger, how can I catch a ghost, how can I find a guy who has been "dead" for two years. "Morgan! Your not helping!" She screamed flailing her hands before covering her face with them. "I'm sorry. I just- I can't- I-" Tears fell from her eyes.
Morgan stopped his pacing, shocked by his best friends sudden outburst. "Hey, I'm sorry. Baby girl, look at me. I know you're doing everything you can." He put his hands on hers, trying to uncover her eyes. "Hey, it's going to be alright, you're going to use those fantastic super tracking powers of yours, and you're going to find something. I know you will." He gave her a reassuring smile trying to calm her down. Garcia pulled her hands away from Morgan and blindly wiped her mascara.
"You're right." She breathed "I just really don't need my Chocolate Adonis pacing behind me waiting on information that I'm not finding." Another tear started to creep down her face. Morgan brought his finger up and wiped it away.
"You'll find it, momma. I know you will." He walked towards the door "We're going to find her Penelope." He reassured her and closed the door behind him.
Garcia was left alone in her room, her computer screens brightly lit up awaiting her commands. "Right." She whispered to herself "He's right."
"We're going to find her. We're going to find her." She repeated the phrase to herself as she began to type into her computer again.
Morgan walked back to his desk, and collapsed into his chair. What's this? He thought picking up an envelope with his name on it. He opened it, and dumped the contents unto his desk. A letter addressed to him, and a cell phone. What the hell? He scanned the bullpen, looking for the person who put the package on his desk. His attention went back to the letter.
Hello Agent Morgan,
It's been two years, and now I'm taking my revenge. I have a proposition for you. I am willing to swap JJ with you. There is a cell phone in this package, I will text you an address. Tell anyone and the deal is off. Burn this letter; once I send the text message, dispose of the phone. If you do not follow my directions, the deal is off, and JJ will face my revenge alone.
Curtis.
Morgan crumpled the piece of paper, and stuck it into his pocket. I'll save you JJ. He took the phone in his hand and raced towards the elevator.
