Chapter 3

I know I haven't shown Derek Morgan around yet, trust me its coming. I'm kinda doing a back-story thin first before I just divd right into torture and rape. But Keep reading, I swear by the end of this chapter the story will start to get more intense.

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I only switch from third person to JJ's POV… the first part is in third person because she's unconscious from the previous chapter.

Morgan watched as their captor dragged JJ's lifeless body back into their cell.

"JJ!" Morgan screamed to her, but no answer.

"What the hell did you do to her!" He screamed while trying to break free of his chains.

The Unsub said nothing to the FBI agent, as he cuffed the metal shackles to the blonde's feet.

"You should really learn some manners, because if you don't I don't think our little JJ will last very long" He sneered

"Who are you!" Derek snarled

"Name's Logan, not like it matters to you " he answered

Logan walked towards Derek until he was just a few feet away from him. "Let me tell you the rules, anything that you do wrong- she will get the punishment for. Everyday I will come in for my fun time with her and you, if you do anything that I feel is against the rules…She gets to have quality alone time with me. Do you understand? Today's events were your fault! "

"Oh, and trust me the punishments will only get worse." Logan quipped as he walked out of the room.

Now the two FBI agents were alone in there cell, unable to get closer to JJ, Derek could only wait and hope that she would wake soon.

The 2 black SUVs flied down the old gravel road, to the address of Logan Marshall.

All of the team members jumped out of the car, guns drawn, and raced towards the front doors. Rossi and Reid ran towards the back incase Marshall tried to escape.

"FBI" Hotch yelled as he slammed through the door.

The house was small, only 3 rooms- a kitchen, living room, and bedroom. The 4 FBI agents scoured the house, but no one was there. The look on Reid's face showed what they were all feeling, a sense of hopelessness.

"I think you might want to see this." Rossi announced from the living room.

Logan Marshall left Blake, Reid, and Hotch all gathered around Rossi as he read a note that was left for them.

Well look at that, you stupid FBI agents finally pieced together who I am. I'm surprised that you thought I would have them here. I've been doing this for 6 years, now why would I use a property that is seen on documentation by the police? Looks like I'm not as dumb as you think I am, for taking two of your agents. Don't worry Agents Jareau and Morgan are doing wonderful. I wonder how their families are taking this. I bet little Henry is just dying not knowing where his mommy is.

Here are the rules to my game.

1)if you want to find them alive, then stop looking.

2)If you release my face to the press one of them will die.

3)If you try to do anything clever, they will suffer

Just remember this and you won't break any rules.

Do anything and they will be punished for your mistakes.

Sincerely yours,

Logan Marshall

The team stood there reading the letter over and over looking for any clues as to where he might have taken their friends. After 2 minutes, the TV buzzed to life revealing two figures with bags over their heads tied to chairs. They knew exactly who they were without thinking, their friends.

I opened my eyes, feeling the unending pounding in my head. I knew Derek was beside me, from his heavy breathing probably from all of the kicks to the ribs. I felt the ropes that tied me to my seat and struggled against them, but knew it was futile. I heard the door scrape against the floor slowly as someone entered the room. The bag that had inhibited me from seeing was pulled from my head, and the bright lights flooded my vision. Once I could see again I assessed my situation., and saw the man wearing a mask holding a gallon bottle, which I assumed was water.

"Smile for the camera" He sneered as he pointed to a small red dot in the darkness in front of me.

"You broke the rules, so now I will punish one of them." The masked man spoke towards the camera.

I tensed as he neared my chair, but stopped and turned towards Derek who had been staring him the entire time.

The man kicked Derek's chair over, making Derek crash to the ground causing him to grunt in pain from his previous injuries. The masked Unsub untwisted the bottle and held it over Morgan's helpless body.

I watched the man tilt the gallon until a steady stream trickled from the bottle and unto Derek's abdomen. His screams of agony and the sizzling sound alerted me that the liquid was not water, but an acid.

I tried to block out Derek's screams, as I looked away I noticed the Unsub's hands. They were severely burned, I could've chalked that up to being from the acid, but the burns weren't recent they were scars from repeated burning of the skin from at least a year before. Again it wouldn't have bothered me, however the man that had poured the water on my face had clean hands that had no blemishes on them. It dawned on me that when Derek and I were taken, the car was in motion when I felt the sting of a needle enter my neck.

Two, two men, it has to be. I thought in my head

Finally Derek's screams stopped as the gallon of acid had finally been emptied. I could smell the rotten flesh that had been cooked off of Derek's chest. His shirt was completely gone, riddled with holes and saturated by blood.

The man in the mask walked behind us, I followed him with my eyes until he was a good 8 feet from them, and I knew it was my only chance to get this info out to my team.

"There's two of them! Burns to his han-" the man had hit the side of my head and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

The BAU team watched their two agents lay unconscious as the feed cut off.

Nobody moved, in shock at what they just witnessed. Hotch was the first to move, pulling out his phone and dialing a number, and put the phone on speaker for the whole team to hear.

"Did you find them?" the voice asked concerned

"uh, No…no Garcia we…they- they weren't here." Hotch stammered out trying his hardest to keep I his voice from being shaky while he spoke.

"What happened, Hotch?" Still remaining concerned for her friends

"I think we just made it worse" Rossi responded.

"Garcia, are there any known affiliations to Logan Marshall who are apart or were apart of the military." Reid asked

They could hear the keys of the computer typing as quickly as possible, "No nothing, all of Marshall's files have been sealed. I can't open view any documents or rosters for his squad." Garcia replied.

"Keep looking, and try to open those files." Hotch urged as he ended the call.

"We'll keep looking, we will find something." Blake exclaimed

"Will we…should we?" Reid interjected as he bolted from the room.

"Hotch, I-" Blake tried to say

"It's fine, we just need to take a step back and regroup." Hotch commanded as he walked out of the house.

The smell of Derek's burnt flesh was etched into my nose, my head pounded and my body ached from sitting in that chair for so long.

"I guess you never understood the rules, you chose to break the rules, so now agent Morgan will take your punishment." Logan taunted to me

"No, please! Please I won't say anything again! Please" I pleaded

"Oh I know you won't." He teased as he left my room.