Final chapter, at last. Thanks everyone who has reviewed, favourited and alerted this story. J
Apologising for any typo's now.
Numbness had consumed her arms, and Emily could no longer tell if her arms were aching from the stretch of being behind her back all that time. It was also something she welcomed, scuffing her wrists against the rope in an attempt to break free, doing so until her wrists were red raw, and, from the smell, she could tell they were bleeding.
But she was not worried about a little bit of blood, no, not when she knew what lay before her when Clay arrived home. The pain of her wrists later, would be a lot easier than the pain she would feel when he had his way with her. So she set about trying to pull her wrists free once again.
Emily had noticed the knife on the dresser around two hours ago, of course, she attempted to reach for it, but, with it being so far away from her, all of her attempts were futile.
A chill crept up her skin, Emily knew she was somewhere cold; the house was freezing, adding that to the fact she was only in her underwear, and Em knew hypothermia may set in before Clay or even the team arrived here.
About an hour ago, the smell of home cooking had passed Emily's nostrils. She became curious as to if this was his kind of torture, watching her, freeze, starve, and struggle to get a weapon there was no chance she was going to reach. Was he sat in another room watching her on a camera? Laughing at everything she did.
At that moment, Emily decided not to give the son of a bitch any satisfaction.
No, she would ignore him, pretend she was anywhere else but here. Block out everything that was happening or what will happen.
Hopefully that would ruin his sick game, maybe buy her a little more time even.
That idea ran out of her head as she heard a car pull up outside.
'Oh God, he's home.' She gulped, and feared for herself.
…
Surrounded by the computers in her office, Garcia went from typing on one keyboard, then to the next, and then switching one more time. It had ran like that for the past hour.
On every screen there was something up about Emily, or Clay. The middle one was displaying the CCTV outside Emily's home, another had the street surveillance up. Another was cross referencing Emily and Clay's lives to see if they would have ever crossed paths.
But the screen right in front of Garcia was proving the most effective. She was searching for anything to do with Clay, any place that he may take her. Just anything at all.
The computer seemed to have found something.
Clay Scott had been married.
Sixteen years ago.
His wife had died in a car accident.
Garcia hastily pulled up an image of his ex-wife. She almost cried in shock.
She sent the images to the meeting room, before calling up on a screen.
"What's that?" JJ asked.
"That, would be Clay's ex-wife. She died… Four months ago in a car accident."
"She looks…" Morgan began to say.
"Just like Emily, yeah." Garcia sighed, "My guess is that when he moved here, three months ago, he was trying to get a new life, but then found Emily living across the street. His fragile mind linked the similarities between her and Amy."
"Where was the car accident?" Hotch asked, leaning forward in his seat.
"Highway 95. It's quite busy there, no houses." Garcia shrugged.
Her computer gave another bleeping sound.
"Wait! His mother lives half an hour from here, maybe she knows where he's taken here."
Morgan, Rossi and Hotch all stood up, "Send us the address." Hotch ordered, and they all left.
…
JJ and Garcia walk into Clay's house.
Garcia shivers, "Why the hell did we have to do this? Couldn't you make Morgan come with us?"
JJ rolled her eyes, holding her gun out in front of her, "It would have taken too long to get him to come back just to help us, this way we hopefully find Emily faster."
"It's obvious the creep isn't here. Why would he be so stupid? Just let me turn the lights on." The voluptuous blonde moaned, as she tripped over a table leg.
"Fine." JJ surrendered, as she scanned around the corner and behind the door.
Garcia flipped the lights on, "Why does everything seem normal? For a creep on this level shouldn't he have… I don't know, tons of pictures of her? Maybe even things he's stolen? A schedule of what she does and when."
JJ smirked, "You think Emily is that easy to schedule, she's barely here for a night a week!" But she knew Garcia was on to something, "Let's just keep looking."
Another five minutes passed, in which they had raided the kitchen cupboards, checked the utility closet, and searched his bedroom. Everything seemed normal. JJ was determined to find out something that proved he was a creep.
"JJ!" Garcia called, horror in her voice.
JJ unholstered her gun, and walked around the corner. Garcia had found a secret door, and, through it, was a dark room.
She turned the lights on, and almost gasped in horror.
Every inch of the walls were filled with images of Emily, there was some of her underwear on the desk, and, just like predicted, a schedule of her day. A calender was also pinned behind the door, key dates marked out with things like 'First met' 'First spoken to' 'Smiled at me'. It seemed the calendar also had pictures of Emily for each month. Garcia cracked her fingers as she spotted a computer in the comer of the room.
"We're onto something now." She announced, and sat down. "Password…"
"Try: Emily." JJ suggested.
"It says that's wrong."
"Emily Prentiss."
"Wrong again."
"Why can't you just hack into it?" JJ asked, in frustration, scanning around at all of the pictures on the wall.
"He may have some software that deletes whatever he has been doing if it's been hacked, now think like a profiler, what is the password!" Garcia exclaimed, impatiently.
JJ flipped through the calendar, "Try 10th March 2011."
"What's that?" Garcia asked, typing it in.
"The date they first met."
"Ah, nope, not a match. Think less obviously," Garcia suggested, now looking around the room for any clue.
"Maybe his ex's name."
"Good guess." She typed it in, "Nope. Not Amy or Amy Scott…"
JJ gave a resounding sigh and sat at the chair next to the work desk, she fumbled with the CD player. "Maybe…" She opened it up, and smirked when it was only a single. Judging from the back of it, it was a very well played single. "This." Garcia looked at the front of the disk and smiled, typing the song name in.
"We have lift off!" She exclaimed, and then began scanning though his computer files.
…
"Is there anywhere your son would have taken her?" Hotch asked, tapping his foot impatiently.
"Not as far as I am aware." The old lady shrugged again.
"Okay, think of it this way. When he was married with Amy, where did they go at weekends, or for a little vacation." Morgan now threw in.
"I honestly don't know."
Rossi now clicked onto something, "The day Amy died in the car accident, where were they headed?"
"Um… To a little cabin in the woods. They said it was by a lake."
"Where was it located?" Hotch now asked.
"Highway 59, down 67 and then just carry on up the road." She told them.
All three grabbed their things and began to leave, "Thanks."
…
Garcia's cell began to ring, "Garcia."
"Baby Girl, we think we've found her, in a cabin just outside Virginia." Morgan told her.
Garcia could not help but release the small sob she was holding back.
"What's wrong?"
"We… Um… There's video feed from the cabin streaming to his home computer… We can see her right now."
"Is she okay?"
"Yeah!" She exclaimed, but we don't know how long for, or even if this is live. He has done the best he could in covering it up."
"Don't worry, we are on our way to get her."
…
As they pulled up outside the house, they noticed that there was not another car within the vicinity. That either meant he was not here, or he had left Emily here and gone out. Morgan prayed for the latter.
The search of the house was conducted quickly and swiftly, and soon, there was all but one room left.
Lumps in all of their throats, Hotch turned the door handle, and opened the door.
They sighed in relief at the brunette tied on the bed, shaking, it seemed she had been crying.
"Emily." Morgan said, with a smirk.
She looked up, and gave the same relieved look they all shared, "You found me." Emily sighed out.
Taking his jacket off, Morgan placed it around her body, "Of course we did. Now where is he?"
Hotch walked out front to call Garcia and JJ, Rossi picked the knife off the dresser and cut her wrists free.
"I don't know. He left, said he would be back."
Morgan looked to Rossi, then back to Emily, "Okay, we're going to get you out of here. Rossi is going to take the SUV and drive you to the hospital, we'll lay in wait for him. Don't worry, everything is okay now." He wiped the tears off of her cheeks.
Sorry this seemed a little rushed, I kind of lost my writing inspiration for this, and now writing it became more of a chore, hopefully it was still enjoyable.