A/N: new chappie! enjoy!

Chapter 4: Playing House

San Diego PD

Derek led Spencer from behind with his hands on his shoulders as they walked through the station. He was still trying to figure out where Neil might have taken Kaitlyn. Hotch led the team toward the room they'd been working in as JJ hurried toward them for an update.

"What happened?" she asked, looking around the group as Hotch stopped in front of her and the rest headed to the room. "Where's Kaitlyn?"

"Did you catch him?" Captain Stone wondered, heading toward them as well and Hotch glanced between him and JJ for a moment.

"We found out who he is," he replied. "But, he got away with one of our agents. He kidnapped her. Officer Neil Valentine is the unsub."

JJ's eyes shot wide in disbelief as Stone frowned in confusion, questioning, "Neil? He wouldn't hurt a fly!"

"Well, he just kidnapped the girl he was in love with who broke his heart and just happens to be a red-head," Hotch nearly snapped at the man's objection. "What does that tell you?"

"Is Kaitlyn gonna be ok?" JJ hoped, trying to diffuse the argument.

"She's been sending coded texts to Reid," he replied. "We briefed her on what to do if this happened, so she should be alright, but we'll still have to work fast."

"Hey, Hotch."

He turned to see Derek approaching him, hanging up his phone.

"Garcia tracked the car but he went under a tunnel and she lost the signal," Derek explained. "Just as that happened, Reid got a text from Kaitlyn that said they were gonna go through a tunnel. We haven't gotten anything since then."

"If Garcia lost the signal on the car that means the phone signal will be lost, too," Hotch theorized. "She won't be able to send anymore texts if they stay underground." He thought for a moment before turning to Captain Stone and saying, "Get a team together. We'll go off of what Reid's gotten so far and work from there."

Afternoon...

Kaitlyn groaned as she turned from her back onto her side. She couldn't believe she'd passed out in the car once they'd crossed into the tunnel. She suddenly realized she wasn't in the car anymore, but in a bed and frowned as she sat up, the covers dropping down to her waist to reveal someone had changed her clothes. Her heart raced in panic as she looked down at the white sundress she was now wearing identical to what the victims had been wearing.

"Oh, you're awake," Neil's voice echoed slightly in the room, causing her to look up to the doorway across from the foot of the bed she was in as he stepped in. "Gorgeous, as always."

Kaitlyn moved to get out of the bed but found one of her wrists bound by a short cord to the bed post. She stared at it with wide eyes for a moment before feeling the bed shift. She jumped and looked ahead to see Neil sitting next to her legs and smiling a creepily warm smile at her.

"I couldn't have you trying to get away," he explained. "Not that you could, but I'd rather not take the chance, ya know?"

"Neil," Kaitlyn breathed. "Please, don't do this."

"Do what, babe?" Neil frowned slightly but still smiled.

"You don't…You don't wanna hurt me," she shuddered, feeling herself panic but trying to keep her cool as she'd been told to do.

"Of course I don't," Neil smirked with a deeper frown. "Don't be silly, sweetheart. I'm not going to hurt you." He lifted a hand to stroke her cheek gently with the back of his fingers and she fought back from cringing. "You're the one I want forever." He shifted closer, placing the hand he'd touched her with next to her on the mattress to lean toward her. "Ask me to kiss you."

Kaitlyn swallowed, staring at the man she hardly knew now with wide frightened eyes. She jumped when she felt his fingers brush lightly up her bare arm to slip around the side of her neck, his thumb stroking her jaw as he pulled her a little closer to his face.

"I won't kiss you unless you ask me, Kate," he murmured, a breath away from her lips. "Ask me."

She couldn't help shuddering in terror at being so close to him now, knowing everything he'd done and how he'd done it. She knew everything about this man's kills, but even though he had Neil's face, he wasn't Neil, and she knew nothing about him anymore. She gasped when his fingers dug into the back of her neck impatiently and she fought back from screaming at the pain.

"Ask me!" Neil growled, his sapphire eyes burning with impatient anger, and Kaitlyn closed hers, not wanting to see him like this.

"Kiss me, Neil," she shuddered in a whisper. "I…I want you to kiss me…please."

Neil's grip loosened only slightly on her neck as he pulled her closer and she braced herself. Their lips met gently, and to her surprise, he started out very sensual as his lips moved over hers slowly and deliberately. After a moment it became a bit more frantic and Kaitlyn found herself being pushed back onto the bed, making her heart start to pound in terror. She landed on her back with Neil halfway on top of her, still kissing her as his hands moved to her waist to hold her in place.

"Neil," she muttered through the kiss, instead of stopping altogether he moved his lips to her neck to suck on it, allowing her to make a disgusted face because he couldn't see. "Neil, I-I think we should slow down a little, huh? I-I'm kind of tired from everything that's happened today."

He stopped and sighed in exasperation before lifting himself up to look at her and he nodded, agreeing, "You're right. We both need rest. It's been a long day for us, and you need to get used to our new home."

"But…what if the police find us?" she breathed, acting concerned when she was actually hoping for them to be found soon.

"They won't," he smiled, closing in on her again to press feather soft kisses to her neck. "We're underground. Nobody could find us here."

"Th-That's a relief," she sputtered before he sat up and stood from the bed, starting to unbutton his shirt and her eyes widened. "What are you doing?"

"Getting ready for bed, babe," he replied casually as he slipped off his shirt. "Don't worry, I'll keep my hands to myself. I want you to be comfortable and willing for our first time." He sat back down on the bed as Kaitlyn stared up at him in wide-eyed wonder. "You'll come around eventually."

Neil shifted so that he was able to lay back in the bed, pulling the covers over him and Kaitlyn tried to move over to give him room, but her bound hand attached to the bed post wouldn't allow it.

"Um, Neil," she called, meekly and he looked to her in wonder. "You know I'm not gonna go anywhere now. I think you can untie me so I can sleep."

He stared at her for a moment before smiling and leaning toward her to kiss her cheek, murmuring, "Ok, babe."

He shifted to untie her wrist and she pulled it to her when she was free, rubbing away the soreness from being bound. Neil shifted and slid his arms around her to pull her closer, making her heart race in panic, but his hands remained around her shoulders as he set his chin on top of her head.

"Better?" he wondered and she could only nod before he hugged her a little closer, murmuring, "Good."

He sighed in contentment, and though Kaitlyn knew she should try to get some sleep, not knowing what would be in store for her later, she knew at the same time that she wouldn't get much sleep tonight.

"I love you, Kate," he whispered into her hair and hugging her even closer, so close she almost couldn't breathe. She didn't respond, and was grateful when he didn't urge her to before saying, "Good night, babe."

"Good night…honey," she shuddered, and Neil grinned as he hugged her again.

"You're so great," he sighed. "You'll see, babe. I'm way better than that FBI doctor kid."

"Reid?" Kaitlyn frowned.

"I saw the way you looked at him when you guys were around the station," he yawned. "You like him a lot. But I'll show you who's the better man when you're ready. You'll never wanna leave this bed by the time I'm through with you."

Please, guys, she thought to herself. Hurry up and get me outta here!

Midnight...

Kaitlyn lay awake, eyes wide and staring at the wall as she and Neil had shifted during the night so that her back was facing him and he had an arm around her waist, his face buried in her hair. She'd been falling asleep off and on since that afternoon, but she was still tired, and still stressed. She hated Neil for sleeping so peacefully. She hated Neil for a lot of things now, but at the moment, she was focusing on the most trivial one.

She suddenly felt him shift and frowned in wonder as she turned her head to look at him but she gasped when she was suddenly shoved onto her back and staring up at Neil with wide eyes. His lips crashed down onto hers and she squeaked in surprise, instantly beginning to struggle under him, but he gripped her wrists and held them above her head in one hand as the other gripped her hip and pinned her securely to the bed.

"Neil!" she shouted, jerking her face away from his and feeling him over-powering her, scaring her beyond words. "You said-!"

"I don't care anymore," he growled against her throat as he began sucking on her neck. "I've thought about this, dreamed about it, and pretended with those other girls and having you so damn close is driving me crazy! I need you now."

Kaitlyn struggled under him, moving her legs to lock her knees together but he maneuvered his knee between her legs to part them. She'd had enough of this. To hell with empathy and playing to his fantasy. She was not about to go so far as giving herself to him.

"Get off of me you son of a bitch!" she screamed, but he didn't move from pinning her to the mattress.

There was suddenly a loud bang from the door, and Neil shot his head up to stare wide eyes at the doorway. Not hearing any of the shouting coming from the entrance, Kaitlyn yanked a hand from his grip and gripped his shoulder, shoving him off of her, but his grip hadn't loosened on her other hand and she ended up on top of him on the floor. She sat up on her knees, straddling him and without a second thought she began punching him, tears filling her eyes.

"How the hell could you do what you did?" she screamed, not hearing Derek yelling at her to stop or seeing Spencer holster his gun as he approached her. "Why would you do that? You were a good person? How could you snap like this you jerk-?"

She was cut off when Spencer pulled her off of Neil and to her feet as Derek and Hotch trained their guns on Neil as Rossi came up to roll him over and cuff him, to which he began struggling. Kaitlyn instantly spun around and shuddered against Spencer's shoulder as his arms were still around her.

"Damn jerk!" she hissed. "Why would he do this?"

Spencer opened his mouth to reply but Emily came up instantly and shook her head as she lifted a hand to rubbed back, soothingly.

"Let's get you out of this dress," she suggested and Kaitlyn nodded as she took a step away from Spencer but didn't walk completely away. She looked up at him with a smile as she quickly dried her eyes.

"I knew you'd figure out my texts," she shuddered. "It was the only way I could think to contact you. And even if he found my phone, he wouldn't have been able to make heads or tails out of it if he looked at the texts."

"That was really smart, Kaitlyn," Spencer nodded with a slight smile of assurance as Emily hugged her shoulders.

"Come on," she murmured. "Let's find you clothes."

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all
-Tennyson

Kaitlyn sat leaning over her notebook on the plane ride back to Quantico, writing away as if nothing had happened as the others wound down from the case. Spencer sat next to Kaitlyn reading, Emily and JJ were chatting about something, Derek was listening to music as he stared out the window and Rossi and Hotch just sat, staring out their windows.

Spencer glanced to Kaitlyn a few times before finally looking up to just stare at her. She didn't stop writing or make any other movement, but when she felt his gaze bore into the side of her head she couldn't help but respond to his stare.

"Is your book boring?" she asked, making him frown and glance at it as he still held it in his hands. "Or is there something in my hair that's caught your attention?"

"Oh…no," he sputtered, before turning back to his book.

Kaitlyn finally stopped writing and looked up at him. This time he tried to ignore her stare, but he looked up at her after a moment, catching her gaze.

"You're dying to ask me something, I can tell," she smirked, shifting to sit closer as he frowned at her and shrunk back slightly. "Ask what you will, Boy Genius."

Spencer frowned at her for a moment longer before clearing his throat and sitting up a bit more, shutting his book and placing it on his lap.

"Are…you ok?" he finally asked, and Kaitlyn's smirk dropped as she nodded slowly, turning back to writing.

"I'm fine," she replied. "Hotch already offered me a few days off, but I don't need it. One of the hazards of the job, right?"

"Not really," Spencer corrected. "We don't get kidnapped that often. And usually not by somebody we knew or…were in love with."

Kaitlyn froze and turned a wide-eyed emerald gaze up at him as he only stared back at her emotionlessly.

"In…love with?" she breathed.

"You loved him, right?" Spencer guessed. "I could tell by the way you looked at him."

She looked away in thought before turning back to her notebook and finishing out a thought on the paper, muttering, "I was in love with him. But it was a long time ago. I was over him before I even left home."

Spencer only nodded and turned back to his book, opening it up to the page he'd been on without a bookmark as Kaitlyn continued writing for a moment. She suddenly stopped and glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention to her before slipping a hand into the pocket of her jeans she'd worn as a decoy for the sting and pulling out a piece of paper.

Carefully holding it out of sight of the others she stared down at the picture of herself and Neil before she'd left home. They were standing on the beach, Neil giving cheesy grin and a thumbs-up with one hand, the other on Kaitlyn's head as she had wrapped her arms around him with her head on his chest, a bright smile over her face.

A clear drop fell with a soft splat onto Neil's face before she wiped it off on her jeans and tucked it back into her pocket, giving a sharp sniffle and wiping away the sudden tears that had formed in her eyes. That picture would be the only thing that would remind her of him. Neil Valentine, her funny, happy, energetic childhood friend. That was who he was and would always be to her.

A/N: ok, so i was gonna put another quote at the end of the entire story, but i decided to do it like they do on the show where they have a quote at the beginning then at the end of the case. don't worry! this is not the end! oh no, i'm just gettin started. *evil laugh*