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So I stayed up late to write this chapter. xD

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"Oh my god." JJ said, closing her eyes. She sat down and held her head in her hands.

Morgan and Reid had just returned from Prentiss' apartment with swabs of the dried blood and a sample of the hair. After giving them to an evidence analyst, the team had gathered in the conference room.

"Okay, from now on finding Prentiss is our only case. Ignore any paperwork, and JJ don't keep looking at potential case files. Getting Prentiss back safe and sound is our only priority."

The sound of Hotch's 'boss-man' voice interrupted everyone's thoughts.

"We need to remain focused and objective while we search", continued Hotch. I know we all have a strong personal connection, but we can't let our emotions get in the way of finding Prentiss."

Suddenly, Morgan's phone rang.

"Hey baby girl. I'm putting you on speaker, okay?"

"Garcia here. The technical analyst just forwarded me the results of the hair and blood samples…"

"And?" Hotch inquired.

"Both are a match to Emily."

For a moment, all was silent.

"Thanks Garca", Rossi said.

"No prob. I know you guys already know this… but I need my dark haired beauty back home, safe and sound. 'Kay?"

"We all need that, baby girl. Talk to you later", Morgan said quietly.

Emily Prentiss awoke again, feeling uncomfortable and stiff. In a split second she knew why: her wrists and ankles were tightly bound to a wooden chair. She shivered; the basement had an icy chill. Other than that, nothing had changed. She, Emily Prentiss, who always thought that she was a strong, fearless, independent woman, was now completely vulnerable and at the total mercy of what was probably a violent psychopath. She grimaced at the thought.

Coughing, she wondered if the team knew that she had been abducted. It was definitely lunchtime, which she could tell from her growling stomach. That meant that she had been kidnapped for a least 15 hours, assuming she was taken about 9:00pm last night.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. The steps echoed and dragged her out of her contemplations.

"Good morning SSA Emily Prentiss", said a menacing voice. Squinting through her glasses, Emily looked at the man who had abducted her.

He was average height, maybe 6'0 or 6'1. He had a muscular build with large biceps. His eyes were dark, his hair a golden brown. A sharp nose and bushy eyebrows complimented thick lips. He was wearing black jeans and a black T-shirt. The expression on his face was one of sick delight, combined with disgust.

"Morning!" he said again, angrily.

Prentiss remained silent.

Lashing out, the man punched her in the jaw. The chair wobbled and fell over, leaving Prentiss lying silently on the ground. Still she said nothing. She'd had worse, it was just a punch. Holding in a cry, she looked at him with venom in her eyes.

"When I say good morning, I expect an answer!" he said, rubbing his fist. "Are you ever going to say anything? Speak to me!"

He loomed over her, smiling. When she didn't reply, he kicked her in the chest with all of his might. Unable to hold it all in again, Prentiss let out a quiet whimper. That kick had hurt like hell. Was one of her ribs broken? She thought she had heard a crack…

"I'll come back when you're ready to talk to me like a normal human being, you worthless whore. Bye-bye", the man saluted after giving Prentiss another kick, for good measure.

And that's where he left her: beaten, cold, and in fierce pain on the ground, tied to a chair.

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And… this is when the story's rating changes. xD

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